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Authors: Amelia Jade
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heading for the steps up to the third floor.
“See you soon Meester ‘Onnor!” Myles said, then gunned the vehicle backward toward the street.
Connor stood at the bottom of the stairs, trying not to flinch when more tires squealed as Myles probably cut off at least one, if not several more cars. There was no bang, thankfully, and so after a second he climbed up quickly, hoping that Madison was still asleep.
She was, but the sound of the door opening woke her with a snap.
“Easy!” he said. “It’s me. Everything is okay.”
“Where did you go?” she asked, eyes wide awake, face unsmiling. She was looking around the room, reminding herself of where she was.
“Food,” he said brightly, holding up the bag. “And caffeine,” he finished, holding up the drinks.
Her mood brightened almost immediately. “Now you’re talking my language,” she said, though she still didn’t smile.
He frowned at that, but let it slip. She had been through quite a lot in less than twenty-four hours. It was perfectly okay if smiling wasn’t at the top of her list of priorities.
Pulling the little table in the room closer to the couch, he laid out the contents of his haul from Myles’s. Two breakfast sandwiches, along with a donut, and two coffees with a handful of sugar packets, a little pre-sealed cup of creamer or two, and stir sticks.
“You’re all right,” Madison said.
That’s what Connor interpreted her half-formed words to mean as she took several big bites from the sandwich, without touching anything else.
“I’d like to say it’s because I’m a nice guy, but I just know the sandwiches are damn good and I was hungry myself,” he laughed, then dug in to his own meal.
“You know what I don’t understand?” Madison asked, taking a swig of coffee as she swallowed her first bites.
He raised an eyebrow in answer, not wanting to speak with a full mouth.
“You shifters, you heal fast, correct?”
He nodded slowly, wondering where she was going with the conversation.
“So why does this super-secret Agency kill so many shifters? Why don’t they just keep them hooked up and constantly take their blood?”
Connor nodded, understanding her point now. He finished his bites, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, ignoring the crumbs that fell onto the floor.
“Couple of reasons,” he said, beginning to elaborate. It was a valid question. “First, we don’t know for sure, but we suspect they need a lot of it in short order, and fresh. That’s why they basically take everything at once. We’re not sure, but it seems to fit. That may not have been the way they started—” He paused. “In fact, we’re almost positive that’s not the way they started. But that’s how they do it now.”
Madison nodded. “And second?”
He took a quick bite of sandwich, eyes becoming slits as he relished the savory mixture of flavors. “The second is because they don’t want to keep housing all the shifters while they continue their search.”
“Their search for what, exactly?”
“We believe,” he said, pausing to take a drink. “That they are searching for an Alpha.”
Madison frowned, thought for a moment, then shook her head. “I don’t get it. An alpha what?”
“Capital A Alpha,” he said. “It’s a sub-strain of shifter. It can manifest itself in any race, though it is more prevalent in some than it is in others.”
“There’s different types of bear shifters?” she asked, confused. “What’s the difference?”
“We’re bigger, faster, stronger, and most of us are a bit more feral,” he told her, only hesitating for a moment over the particular words he used.
He watched as her eyebrows shot up. “We?” she asked simply.
Connor nodded. “Yes. Me, my team, most of the shifters in and around Genesis Valley—we’re all of the Alpha strain. Some take more prominently toward it than others, but it’s present in almost all of us.”
Madison was quiet as she digested this bit of
“See you soon Meester ‘Onnor!” Myles said, then gunned the vehicle backward toward the street.
Connor stood at the bottom of the stairs, trying not to flinch when more tires squealed as Myles probably cut off at least one, if not several more cars. There was no bang, thankfully, and so after a second he climbed up quickly, hoping that Madison was still asleep.
She was, but the sound of the door opening woke her with a snap.
“Easy!” he said. “It’s me. Everything is okay.”
“Where did you go?” she asked, eyes wide awake, face unsmiling. She was looking around the room, reminding herself of where she was.
“Food,” he said brightly, holding up the bag. “And caffeine,” he finished, holding up the drinks.
Her mood brightened almost immediately. “Now you’re talking my language,” she said, though she still didn’t smile.
He frowned at that, but let it slip. She had been through quite a lot in less than twenty-four hours. It was perfectly okay if smiling wasn’t at the top of her list of priorities.
Pulling the little table in the room closer to the couch, he laid out the contents of his haul from Myles’s. Two breakfast sandwiches, along with a donut, and two coffees with a handful of sugar packets, a little pre-sealed cup of creamer or two, and stir sticks.
“You’re all right,” Madison said.
That’s what Connor interpreted her half-formed words to mean as she took several big bites from the sandwich, without touching anything else.
“I’d like to say it’s because I’m a nice guy, but I just know the sandwiches are damn good and I was hungry myself,” he laughed, then dug in to his own meal.
“You know what I don’t understand?” Madison asked, taking a swig of coffee as she swallowed her first bites.
He raised an eyebrow in answer, not wanting to speak with a full mouth.
“You shifters, you heal fast, correct?”
He nodded slowly, wondering where she was going with the conversation.
“So why does this super-secret Agency kill so many shifters? Why don’t they just keep them hooked up and constantly take their blood?”
Connor nodded, understanding her point now. He finished his bites, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, ignoring the crumbs that fell onto the floor.
“Couple of reasons,” he said, beginning to elaborate. It was a valid question. “First, we don’t know for sure, but we suspect they need a lot of it in short order, and fresh. That’s why they basically take everything at once. We’re not sure, but it seems to fit. That may not have been the way they started—” He paused. “In fact, we’re almost positive that’s not the way they started. But that’s how they do it now.”
Madison nodded. “And second?”
He took a quick bite of sandwich, eyes becoming slits as he relished the savory mixture of flavors. “The second is because they don’t want to keep housing all the shifters while they continue their search.”
“Their search for what, exactly?”
“We believe,” he said, pausing to take a drink. “That they are searching for an Alpha.”
Madison frowned, thought for a moment, then shook her head. “I don’t get it. An alpha what?”
“Capital A Alpha,” he said. “It’s a sub-strain of shifter. It can manifest itself in any race, though it is more prevalent in some than it is in others.”
“There’s different types of bear shifters?” she asked, confused. “What’s the difference?”
“We’re bigger, faster, stronger, and most of us are a bit more feral,” he told her, only hesitating for a moment over the particular words he used.
He watched as her eyebrows shot up. “We?” she asked simply.
Connor nodded. “Yes. Me, my team, most of the shifters in and around Genesis Valley—we’re all of the Alpha strain. Some take more prominently toward it than others, but it’s present in almost all of us.”
Madison was quiet as she digested this bit of
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