Dani Harper - First Bite

Hours later, Travis and Neva were still running. Natural wolves were built for it, able to keep up a ground-eating pace that would carry them thirty to fifty miles in a single day. Experienced Changelings could travel even farther and faster. Even a newbie like Neva could run like a greyhound, but here, the rough terrain and steep slopes made any kind of speed difficult. The only upside was that it was similarly hard on their pursuers.

And their pursuers were still with them.

It had become painfully obvious to Neva that the very best they could hope for was to maintain their slender lead, and she was starting to flag. Travis wouldn’t allow them stop for rest or for water, but even he couldn’t run forever. His voice sounded tired in her mind.

Christ, I really thought we’d lose them by now.

They’ll never stop . She’d reached the point of exhaustion where even mindspeak took a lot of effort. Never. If Meredith set them on us, they’ll chase us until their feet bleed and their hearts give out. We’re gonna need the Marines or a damn miracle in order to get away.

What about magic?

Neva snorted. Where the hell are we going to get some of that? They don’t exactly sell it in corner stores like fireworks.

I’ve been wondering if this damn necklace is good for anything.

What are you talking about? What necklace?

He ran closer to her so they were muzzle to muzzle, then curled back his lip for a moment. Gripped between his teeth was a black egg-like stone and a coil of silver chain. In the intense light of the setting sun, the dark gem glittered and flashed with brilliant colors.

Neva stumbled in sheer surprise. You’re kidding. You stole her pendant? Why? And why the hell didn’t you tell me that before?

I figured it was some kind of magical tool—Meredith probably owns a million-dollar necklace for every outfit in her closet, but did you ever see her not wearing this rock?

That was an easy question. No. She’s forever playing with it, rubbing it, holding it. I thought at first that she just liked to fiddle with it, like a worry stone or something. But, yeah, it makes sense that there’s more to it.

Look, my grandfather said crystals can amplify, intensify things. I’ve been thinking—maybe that’s how your sister managed to maintain control of her wolves. What if she magnified the normal abilities of a sire?

Yeah, but it didn’t work on everyone. It doesn’t work on you and me.

No, but it works on most of her wolves. So what would happen if we used it?

Us? Are you crazy? We have to destroy it, not mess around with it. Or what if it works like a homing beacon and she can track us with it?

With this many wolves after us, no one has to work very hard to track us. They all know exactly where we are. But as for being dangerous, I can feel this thing vibrating like a damn dentist’s drill, and it hasn’t done anything more than irritate the hell out of me. I think you should put it on, see what you can make it do.

Why me? If you’re so eager to try it out, you put it on.

Because magical objects are usually tuned to their owner somehow. This belongs to Meredith. And nobody on the planet is genetically closer to her than you are.

So is that why you were kissing her? You couldn’t tell the difference? Neva was surprised how much anger surged through her at the memory, and her pace increased accordingly.

No! For Christ’s sake, I was trying to fool her into thinking she’d fooled me with her disguise, so I could escape. He cursed himself then. It sounds frickin’ stupid, even to me.

Let’s just say it’s on the list of things we’re going to talk about later.

He sighed. Won’t that be fun. But if we don’t do something soon, there won’t be a later. Think about it—your DNA has got to be virtually identical. And I’m betting it’s close enough to fool the magic.

Was the man insane? We’re not carbon copies. And you don’t “fool” magic. Especially hers. The stuff she plays with is lethal.

Okay, but our other choices are to keep running until we die or be recaptured by Meredith’s goon squad.

We got away before. In a damn dump truck, no less! We’ll find a vehicle, we’ll hitch a ride—heck, can’t we steal a plane?

Travis was shaking his head. Five wolves, Neva. We were being tracked by five wolves. And we had some really close calls before we shook ourselves free. How many wolves do you think are after us now?

Her heart sank. They had at least ten times the problem, all as tireless on their trail as Arnold Schwarzenegger in the Terminator movies.

Crap.

Baker held out his hands to steady Riley as the wounded wolf rose and stood on four shaky legs. He should be in intensive care, not walking around. Zarita had given Riley a big shot of morphine, so he was feeling no pain, plus some kind of stimulant to help make up for strength he didn’t have. Baker had protested at first, thinking the combination sounded fucking dangerous, but she assured him that the simultaneous use of the drugs had been well tested. On humans. He supposed he’d have to be satisfied with that—and really, what choice did they have? His friend had always been a big guy, and he was an even bigger wolf. Carrying him was out of the question, and if they left him here, he’d die.

Zarita knew the complex inside and out, and damned if she didn’t take them directly to an honest-to-god tunnel. Built from an enormous culvert, big enough for even Baker to stand up in, it looked like it went on forever. “Shit, this is like a movie!” he said as she closed the door behind them and swung an iron security bar across it.

“It’s for the guards to use to take the bodies out,” she said quietly, dampening his enthusiasm considerably.

Glad I’m taking my own damn body out of here. Riley’s voice sounded good in his head. It was still an odd way to communicate, but after practicing it with Neva a few times, Baker had to admit it was practical.

They walked in silence most of the way, a row of bright lights along the ceiling keeping the claustrophobia down. In fact, it reminded him of the passenger boarding bridge to a plane—only the fucking jet was parked on the other side of the terminal. “Where’s it come out?” he asked.

“It goes under the wall and comes out in the forest.” She still carried the red plastic box with her, hugging it in front of her as if to comfort herself.

“Are you okay?”

“I have been with Ms. Meredith a long time. It’s frightening to think of what may happen when she finds me gone.”

“Your kids?”

She nodded. “Others, too. She will take out her anger on anyone left behind.”

“She’d do that just because Travis and Neva left,” he said, hoping that the couple really had managed to escape. “In fact, I think Neva’s more important to her than any of us. That might distract her from going after your family just yet.”

“I cannot get my children to believe me. They are grown, and think they know everything about this world. They will not move or hide, or even take precautions.”

“Yeah, but you’ve been gone for a while, right?”

“Years. I’ve written letters, but Meredith has had them mailed from other places, so my family has never known where I am.”

If her story was true, it sucked. “Maybe Riley and I could convince them. After all, look at the condition he’s in—that should scare anybody. I could Change into a wolf right in their living room. They’d have to believe then. Hell, you could Change into a wolf and show them.”