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better view of who I'm
looking at. A more accurate view, in most cases.”
Some of the tension seeped out of me,
despite hearing Colt explain he was a wolf. Listening to him, hearing his
voice, the calm way he was talking to me, somehow made it seem okay. Maybe even
believable. Somehow, some way.
“You're hypnotizing me, aren't you?” I
made the effort to shift my gaze to the fire. “That's a thing you can do,
right? I watch television, you know. I know how this works.”
He laughed softly. “Red, if I was into
mind control, my life would be a whole hell of a lot easier. And television
usually gets it wrong. Vampires don't sparkle; shifters don't use mind control.
At least not all the time.” He stretched his arms over his head. “Believe me,
life as a shifter isn't easy. This has been one of the better days of late.”
“Oh.” I wasn't sure if that included me,
or something else. My mind was spinning, too many questions piling up, fighting
to be the first one asked. But before I could pick the front-runner, Colt stood
up.
“Something's wrong. Jericho should be
back by now.”
Bewildered, I scrambled to my feet,
tripping over the little pile of firewood. Colt was already on the other side
of the fire, heading toward the gap where Jericho had gone.
“What do I do?”
“Stay here.” Colt turned back, face set
in rigid lines. For a moment the wolf played over his face, the eyes glowing in
the light of the fire, his hair catching the slight breeze.
“But what...”
A howl cut through the soft night air.
The sound chilled me to the bone. I stepped backward, tripped over the big log,
landing hard on my ass, the wind knocked out of me. Colt stopped, half turned
toward me, half turned toward the forest. If he saw what was coming out of the
forest almost on top of him, he never flinched.
All I saw was a ball of gray fur wrapped
around what looked like a big rag doll. I screamed and struggled to sit up, to
catch my breath, to get my bearings. For a moment everything was obscured by
the fire, the figures blurred, red-tinged. I finally got to my feet, and what I
saw wasn't any less chilling from that vantage point.
The figures separated, the rag doll
taking the shape of the nameless ranger. The gray fur resolved into another
wolf. From the way Colt swung around, teeth bared at the ranger, eyes narrowed,
I knew this wolf wasn't just any wolf. This was Jericho.
The ranger and Jericho faced off briefly
on either side of the fire. Jericho snarled, exposing brilliant white fangs,
advancing stiff-legged around the flames. The ranger crouched, moving in the
opposite direction, keeping the fire between them. There were rips and tears in
his khaki uniform, some of them edged with blood. Colt looked strangely
hesitant, poised halfway between Jericho, the ranger, and me.
I realized, a split second too late that
the ranger and I were on a collision course. He realized it a split second
before I did. I went left, he went right, but I couldn’t avoid him. He slung an
arm around my neck, pulling me against him.
He smelled awful, not just of dirt and
sweat, but of something rotten. I wondered vaguely if he was some kind of
shifter as well. But it was getting hard to breathe, and the world was going
gray and fuzzy. I struggled, but the man was much stronger than I was.
Struggling just got harder and harder, so finally I gave up, concentrating on
breathing. And even that was getting harder by the second.
“Let her go, Weatherly. She's not the one
you came for.”
“Yeah. But she's the one I've got.”
Ranger Weatherly jerked me upright so hard my feet left the ground. That just
made everything worse, made breathing next to impossible. I went limp, not by
choice, but because I had no choice.
“Back off. And call off your dog, Colt.
You know what I want, why I'm here. And if I can't have you, then I'll take
this one. You know I can snap her neck in a heartbeat.” Something cold tickled
the skin below my jaw. Colt's eyes
looking at. A more accurate view, in most cases.”
Some of the tension seeped out of me,
despite hearing Colt explain he was a wolf. Listening to him, hearing his
voice, the calm way he was talking to me, somehow made it seem okay. Maybe even
believable. Somehow, some way.
“You're hypnotizing me, aren't you?” I
made the effort to shift my gaze to the fire. “That's a thing you can do,
right? I watch television, you know. I know how this works.”
He laughed softly. “Red, if I was into
mind control, my life would be a whole hell of a lot easier. And television
usually gets it wrong. Vampires don't sparkle; shifters don't use mind control.
At least not all the time.” He stretched his arms over his head. “Believe me,
life as a shifter isn't easy. This has been one of the better days of late.”
“Oh.” I wasn't sure if that included me,
or something else. My mind was spinning, too many questions piling up, fighting
to be the first one asked. But before I could pick the front-runner, Colt stood
up.
“Something's wrong. Jericho should be
back by now.”
Bewildered, I scrambled to my feet,
tripping over the little pile of firewood. Colt was already on the other side
of the fire, heading toward the gap where Jericho had gone.
“What do I do?”
“Stay here.” Colt turned back, face set
in rigid lines. For a moment the wolf played over his face, the eyes glowing in
the light of the fire, his hair catching the slight breeze.
“But what...”
A howl cut through the soft night air.
The sound chilled me to the bone. I stepped backward, tripped over the big log,
landing hard on my ass, the wind knocked out of me. Colt stopped, half turned
toward me, half turned toward the forest. If he saw what was coming out of the
forest almost on top of him, he never flinched.
All I saw was a ball of gray fur wrapped
around what looked like a big rag doll. I screamed and struggled to sit up, to
catch my breath, to get my bearings. For a moment everything was obscured by
the fire, the figures blurred, red-tinged. I finally got to my feet, and what I
saw wasn't any less chilling from that vantage point.
The figures separated, the rag doll
taking the shape of the nameless ranger. The gray fur resolved into another
wolf. From the way Colt swung around, teeth bared at the ranger, eyes narrowed,
I knew this wolf wasn't just any wolf. This was Jericho.
The ranger and Jericho faced off briefly
on either side of the fire. Jericho snarled, exposing brilliant white fangs,
advancing stiff-legged around the flames. The ranger crouched, moving in the
opposite direction, keeping the fire between them. There were rips and tears in
his khaki uniform, some of them edged with blood. Colt looked strangely
hesitant, poised halfway between Jericho, the ranger, and me.
I realized, a split second too late that
the ranger and I were on a collision course. He realized it a split second
before I did. I went left, he went right, but I couldn’t avoid him. He slung an
arm around my neck, pulling me against him.
He smelled awful, not just of dirt and
sweat, but of something rotten. I wondered vaguely if he was some kind of
shifter as well. But it was getting hard to breathe, and the world was going
gray and fuzzy. I struggled, but the man was much stronger than I was.
Struggling just got harder and harder, so finally I gave up, concentrating on
breathing. And even that was getting harder by the second.
“Let her go, Weatherly. She's not the one
you came for.”
“Yeah. But she's the one I've got.”
Ranger Weatherly jerked me upright so hard my feet left the ground. That just
made everything worse, made breathing next to impossible. I went limp, not by
choice, but because I had no choice.
“Back off. And call off your dog, Colt.
You know what I want, why I'm here. And if I can't have you, then I'll take
this one. You know I can snap her neck in a heartbeat.” Something cold tickled
the skin below my jaw. Colt's eyes
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