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I was worried at first, but how can I be? It's Ilona and Gordon. They wouldn't do that to us and leave out all that we love. A whole regime of emotions felt while reading this one. Hope, jealousy, worry, tears for loss, confusion, and stunned for actions of one I never thought to be kind then paranoid wondering what his plan and game really is.
Happy for life, yet there's sadness that one will never fit in, always an outsider. My heart drops at the thought that no matter what they'll never part of the pack. This is one that we see another side of Kate.
One that Curran brings out in her. Such a shocker! Thoughts that ran through my head - Curran better not!!
He's got a plan. Ooooo, then we have a special treat. I reeeeally liked our surprise guest, or host, we get to see. So much great information about Kate and her history too! An Ill-Advised Rescue We get a bonus story in the back! Saiman is kidnapped. The Guild gets the note. The Guild also gets a nice profit for rescuing kidnapped victims. The hallway brought us to the medical ward.
Six long narrow hallways led from the room, concrete grey tunnels. Tony picked the one straight ahead. A steel door with telltale silver sheen waited at the end. We walked to it, the sound of our steps bouncing off the walls. Three bars, each as thick as my wrist, guarded the door, for now unlocked. My heart sank. I stepped through. To my right, Doolittle stood next to some chairs, a black man in his early fifties, with a dark skin and silver-salted hair.
He turned to look at me, and his usually kind eyes told me everything I needed to know: my worst fear was true and there was no hope. To my left two Plexiglas prison cells sat side by side, drenched in blue feylantern light.
Steel and silver bars wrapped around each cell. I could see no doors. The only access to the cells was through a vending-machine style drop in the front. Inside the cells two monsters waited. Misshapen, grotesque, their bodies twisted into a horrible nightmare of semi-human parts, oversized claws, and patches of dense fur, they cowered in the corner, separated by the Plexiglas and bars, but huddling together all the same. The monster on the left raised its head.
Two human blue eyes looked at us, brimming with terror and pain.
I recognized the shock of brown hair. Maddie and Margo.
Every shapeshifter had to face a choice: to keep his humanity by imposing order and strict discipline and practicing constant restraint or to surrender to the violent cravings generated by presence of Lyc-V, the shapeshifter virus, and become an insane loup. Loups murdered, tortured, and reveled in the pain of others. They could no longer maintain a pure human or animal form. Once a shapeshifter went loup, there was no turning back.
The Pack put them down. Adolescence, with its hormone fluctuations and emotional roller coasters, was the most stressful time a shapeshifter faced. The Pack had a complicated way of figuring out the probability of loupism based on the amount of virus in the blood. Over a thousand was pretty much a guarantee of loupism. It was over. It was over eight hours ago. We were just trying to put off the inevitable. Damn it.
Julie held on to the bars. My heart constricted into a painful hard ball. A few months ago, she looked just like that, a mess of human and animal, her body ravaged by the virus.
The price was too high. There was nothing I could do. They might still come out of it. I knew it but I glanced at Doolittle anyway. He shook his head. It was the least we could do for her. I glanced at Meredith.
She was staring at her daughters. Tears ran down her face.
We had been in the room for over three hours. The girls showed no change. Occasionally one, then the other, would rage, pounding on Plexiglas, snarling in mindless fury, then they would drop to the floor, exhausted. Looking at them hurt. Doolittle had left for a couple of hours, but now he was back, sitting off by himself near the other wall, his face ashen. A few minutes ago Jennifer Hinton, the alpha of clan Wolf, had come into the room.
She stood, leaning against the wall, cradling her stomach and the baby inside with her hands. Her face had a haunted look and the anxiety in her eyes verged on panic.
Approximately ten percent of werewolves went loup at birth. Meredith slipped off her chair. She sat on the floor by the Plexiglas and began to sing. Her voice shook. Jennifer clamped her hand over her mouth and fled out of the room. Maddie followed. They huddled together, the three of them, pressed against the Plexiglas.
Meredith kept singing, desperate.
Her lullaby was woven from years of love and hope, and all of it was now dying. My eyes teared. Julie rose and slipped out of the room. I listened to Meredith sing and wished I had more magic. Different magic. I wished I was more. From the time I could remember myself, my adoptive father Voron honed me into a weapon. My earliest memory was of eating ice cream and holding my saber on my lap.
I had learned dozens of martial art styles, I fought in arenas and sand pits, I could walk into the wilderness and emerge months later, no worse for wear.
I could control undead, which I hid from everyone. I could mold my blood into a solid spike and use it as a weapon. I learned several power words, words in a language so primal, so potent, that they commanded the raw magic itself. I fought against them and made them my own. At the height of a magic tsunami, I had used one to force a demonic army to kneel before me. And none of it could help me now. I could only destroy, and kill, and crush. I could only do rudimentary healing. In a pinch I could chant a healing salve into working and that was about it.
I wished I could make this go away, just wave my arms, pay whatever price I had to pay, and make everything be okay. I wanted so desperately to make everything okay. Meredith had fallen silent. Julie returned, carrying a Snickers bar. She unwrapped it with shaking fingers, broke the candy in a half, and dropped each piece through the slits. Maddie reached out. Her hand with four stubby nubs of fingers and a single four-inch claw speared the candy.
She pulled it to her. Her jaws unhinged and she took one tiny bite of chocolate with crooked teeth. My heart was breaking inside me. Margo lunged at the glass, snarling and crying. She hurled herself against it again, and again, wailing. The door opened.
I saw the familiar muscular body and short blond hair. When you looked at him, you got an overwhelming impression of strength. His broad shoulders and powerful chest strained his T-shirt.
Carved biceps bulged on his arms. His stomach was flat and hard. Everything about him spoke of sheer physical power, contained but ready to be released. But his real power was in his eyes.
The moment you looked into his grey irises, you knew he would tolerate no challenge to his authority, and if his eyes turned gold, you knew you were going to die. In a fit of cosmic irony, he had fallen in love with me. I challenged his authority on weekly basis. Something was seriously wrong.The hallway brought us to the medical ward.
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