A Siberian Werewolf in Paris

A Siberian Werewolf in Paris

By Caryn Moya Block

Book Five of the Siberian Volkov Pack Series

Valerii Belikov, Siberian lycanthrope, knew that under the baseball cap and grubby jeans “Little Joe MacDonald” was actually Josephine. He didn’t know why she was hiding, but when the mating bond snapped into place after she was injured, he never expected her to run away. Josie is his mate, the one woman meant to be his, and should have known they couldn’t live apart. He could accept her hiding, but there was no way he could give her up.

Josephine Chevalier knew this day would come. Her father’s killers had found her. To keep her pack mates in England safe, she needed to run. It was time to return to Paris where it all started five years ago. Now if only Valerii, the man she wanted above all others, would stay away. Looking down at the golden cord tying their hearts together, she knew nothing would stop him from coming. How could she keep him safe?

Thank you to Claire
Ashgrove and Melissa Johnson for your editing prowess as well as to Bette Hileman the line edit queen. I appreciate all your hard work. Thank you also to the wonderful women of pen to paper that lovingly support my writing career.

To my friends, Terry Spear, Judith Dreyer and Fran Cecere.
You ladies walk arm in arm with me and always bring a smile to my heart. Also to my fans, thank you for loving my work.

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Copyright © 2013 Caryn M. Block

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Five years ago
– Paris, France

Josephine Chevalier, teenage lycan, huddled naked on the cold cement floor. Her long blond hair was the only barrier protecting her skin from the frigid surface. She rubbed her hand against the chilly iron bars of her cage and felt the cold invade her soul. Her breath hitched as she trembled in terror. Should she shift into her wolf form? It would be warmer with a fur coat. No, that’s what he wanted. Dr. Michon Boucher was a madman.

From the lack of sounds around
her, she presumed the building was empty. The lights were low and the air was still. Her internal clock told her it was very late or extremely early. She looked around the room that held her cage. Tables stood with bubbling beakers of different colored liquids. To one side sat a steel table with manacles attached at the sides. Looking at it, she shivered, and her gut clenched.
Is this where they tortured my father?

Near the main double doors a desk sat bearing several computer monitors. Along the walls were cabinets with glass doors, and a large steel refrigerator and freezer hummed near the back of the room next to a steel sink. The smell of chemicals filled the air, and her nostrils burned. She put her hand over her nose and mouth and tried to take shallow breaths.

This was the first time she’d awakened in a cage. Until last night, when her parents were murdered, she had been left alone in a small room with a bed and toilet. Boucher had destroyed her father even though they were friends. Her mother died soon after, her heart stopping, unable to endure the tearing rift of losing her mate. Josephine clung to her mother’s spirit, hoping to die with her. But her mother, hoping pack members would save her daughter and heir, had used the last of her strength to break her telepathic link with Josephine, forcing her to continue living. Now, Josephine was alone, caught in Boucher’s delusions.

Why had her parents left her? How could this have happened?

She absently rubbed at the bandage on her forearm and winced at the pain. It had taken two men to hold her down and inject her with some kind of anesthetic. What did they do to her? Thinking about it caused a swift and brutal pain to lance into her brain.

She pushed against the door of the cage with all her lycan strength. It didn’t budge. She shook it in rage. How was she going to escape? Maybe if she kicked at the door near the lock, she could
open it.

Sitting back and bracing herself on her elbows, she slammed her foot against the door. A large bang rang through the room. Still
, the lock didn’t budge.

A door to the rear of the room slid open, and a young man walked in. Josephine pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, trying to hide her nudity.

Gasping, the man rushed over and bent down to look at her. His handsome face frowned, and his hazel eyes shone with compassion. He swiped his hand through his dark hair. The security badge clipped to his lab coat identified him as Norris Fortescue.

“Oh, my God
! This is too much. Dr. Boucher has gone too far this time. I’ll get you out. Let me find the key.” He stood and hurried over to a cabinet by the wall. He grabbed a ring with several keys and dashed back to the cage. “I thought something wasn’t right when I heard about the deaths of the test subjects yesterday. I knew Michon was passionate about his work, but this... ”

Josephine watched as Fortescue tried one key after another. Would he really free her? Biting her lower lip, she moved to the door on her hands and knees, her muscles
tensed and ready to spring.

He inserted the last key and turned
it. The lock released just as the automatic double glass doors at the front of the room swished open and Boucher walked in.

“Norris, what are you doing in here? Don’t let her out. She’s an animal and the last of my subjects.”

Josephine scooted back in the cage and cowered. Would Boucher notice that the cage was unlocked?

“Michon, she
’s just a young girl, not much older than my sister. You can’t hold her like this.”

“You are so naïve, Norris.”
Boucher stalked forward. “So dedicated to finding a way to save your little sister from the ravages of cancer, you work every day studying the blood and bone marrow samples I send you. Did you ever wonder where the samples came from? We need this girl to finish our research. Even with their kind’s remarkable healing ability, they are easily killed. Drain them dry, and they die like anyone else. If I’d known their weakness, her father might still be alive, and her mother...I never did figure out why she expired. It was very disappointing to lose both of my subjects so close together. I need
this
subject alive.”

Josephine watched as Norris stood and moved slightly to the side of the cage, taking the key with him, which he carefully pocketed in his lab coat.

“You killed her parents?” Norris asked, a look of horror on his face.

One little push on the unlocked cage door
, and she would be free. Unable to resist, she inched her way forward again.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Boucher said. “It was never my intention. There are bound to be sacrifices in finding a cure for humanity
. Now it looks like I am going to lose my best researcher as well.” He pulled a small revolver from his lab jacket pocket and pointed it toward Norris.

Josephine edged
forward again, almost there.

“Michon, please. Esme will be all alone if you kill me. Have mercy, not for me, but for her.”
Holding his hands in front of him as if he could deflect a bullet, Norris stumbled back against the table of beakers.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Norris. But I promise you Esme won’t suffer. I will make sure your sister’s death is peaceful and easy.”

Josephine called the change to her and felt her body begin to shift as white lights swirled around her. Boucher turned toward her cage, his face rapt with fascination.

Norris,
moved quickly. He grabbed a beaker and threw the contents at Boucher’s face. The gun went off, missing Norris and hitting the table of beakers. Several broke, and a fire started from an overturned Bunsen burner as the chemicals spilled to the floor. A river of flames flowed over the surface.

Bursting through the door of the cage, Josephine leaped at Boucher
in her wolf form. Her jaws closed over the man’s neck, and her teeth punctured his skin. The smell of blood filled her nostrils as the coppery taste flooded her mouth. Josephine shook her head, enraged. This man had murdered her parents.

Bones cracked as blood sprayed the air. When
Boucher’s last breath left his body, she dropped his corpse on the floor. Her head hung as her body trembled from a flood of emotions. Blood dripped from her muzzle to the floor.

From the corner of her eye, she spied Fortescue desperately trying to put the fire out. But everything he did seemed to help the flames spread. He turned to look at Josephine
, and his eyes widened. “What are you?”

Josephine grabbed Boucher’s security badge in her teeth and ran for the main door of the lab. It swished open and led to a long hall that ended in another set of doors. Fire alarms blared, piercing the air with their shriek and hurting her ears. Her heart beat wildly. Emergency lights blinked as the sprinkler system turned on. She called the change and shifted into her
human form. She wiped at her mouth, smearing blood across her face and hands.

Dashing up to the first door, she slid Boucher’s security pass through the reader. The light turned green, and the loc
k disengaged. She ran through, the door closing behind her. An explosion rang through the air. The building trembled under her feet. She couched down, trying to keep her balance. Did Fortescue get out? Was he another casualty of Boucher’s madness?

Black tendrils of smoke curled from under the door before filling the air. Josephine coughed, her throat burning, and hurried down the hall. Tears filled her eyes. She blamed the smoke and quickly swiped them away. A lab coat lay on the back of a chair. She snatched it up and put it on as she continued to run.

The last door lay ahead. She could see the night sky through the small window. The soaked lab coat clung to her skin, and water dripped from her long hair. She couldn’t stop shaking. Her hand trembled as she swiped the card through the lock. The door opened to the night.

She was free.

The sounds of a jet engine washed over her, and she immediately smelled hot metal. She rushed from the building, heading for the line of shrubs surrounding the property. Where should she go? Whom could she trust?

Her thoughts immediately went to her best friend, Durant Landry. But it was his father, the Beta of the pack that introduced Boucher to her father. What if this had been a set-up? With her father gone, Durant’s father would step into the Alpha male position and become her guardian.

Afraid to trust anyone, she ran into the night.

Present
– Somerset, England

The scream of a piercing alarm awoke Josephine in an instant. For a moment she was again a young girl trapped in the laboratory of a madman. She blinked, and her heart raced. Her hand immediately went to the air-pistol hiding under her pillow, grabbed it, and pulled it out. If the alarm had been a drill, she would have received a telepathic message from Grigori, the English Alpha and leader of the pack. Nothing was coming in, which meant there were intruders on the pack’s property.

Her ears hurt from the blaring noise. The sound alone threatened to make her panic. Climbing out of bed, she put on jeans and a T-shirt over her boy pajamas,
then pushed the pistol into her pocket. Next, she picked up the baseball cap from the chest of drawers and pulled it on.

S
he opened the window and leaned out to look around. No one was in sight. She grabbed her high-top sneakers and sat on the windowsill to tie the laces, before easing her way out onto the gabled slate roof.

She reached for the branch of the tree that grew beside her window. That’s why she
had picked this bedroom; it came with a handy escape route.

Should she go find her foster brothers, the other lycan pups found by Rosie MacDonald here in England? The youngest ones talked about camping out in the woods behind the hunting
cabin the English Alpha now called home. Seth, the oldest, patrolled the perimeter of the property.

She quickly moved from limb to limb until she reached the ground and crouched down behind the boxwood hedges that grew around the building. Crawling on hands and knees between the building and the bushes, she heard someone approaching. Josephine peeked out to see Valerii Belikov run up to the kitchen door, a rifle in his hand.

“The way is clear, get her inside and hurry,” he shouted at Brencis, the Alpha’s second and cousin.

Brencis ran up, carrying a woman in his arms. Josephine noticed the golden mating bond glowing
between their chests and felt a moment of envy. Would the bond ever snap into place for her?

She looked back at Valerii and sighed. She loved his wide shoulders and tall form. Her fingers itched to run through his long blond hair. Her wolf rushed to the surface and nudged her to go to him, to stand at his side and protect the pack. She
’d known from the first moment she saw him that Valerii was meant to be her mate. But until the bond appeared, he wouldn’t approach her.

All Valerii saw was Rosie’s young son, little Joe. Her disguise worked too well, and he treated her with the rough affection he shared with all of Rosie’s adopted children.

Every once in a while, a shiver ran through Josephine when he watched her. If he touched her, an electric charge spread heat through her body.

The group ran through the door. Rosie, her foster mother, and a human would go to the safe-room the Alpha
had installed in the kitchen. Brencis would leave his new human mate there before he went out to hunt the intruders.

Should
Josephine join them? As one of Rosie’s children, no one would think it strange, and she would be safe inside.

Her wolf rose up in protest, and Josephine agreed. She was
no longer a kid. Of course, some might disagree if they observed her hiding behind the bushes. She needed to start acting like the Alpha she wanted to be.

She stood. Fingering the air-pistol in her pocket, she crept around the side of t
he old Tudor building. Three male intruders stood near the front gate at the end of the drive. The electric gate guarding the entrance stood open. Emergency lights sitting on top of the brick fence, shown around the perimeter of the property. The men tried unsuccessfully to hide in the shadows of the wall. But hiding wasn’t an option. Lycans could see perfectly in the dark.

Listening intently with her lycan senses,
Josephine heard the sound of breaking glass coming from the front of the house. One of the men at the gate turned, and she saw his face for the first time. Josephine froze. The hair on her nape lifted. She knew him. He had worked for Dr. Boucher the night men kidnapped her from bed and took her to their secret lab outside of Paris.

She’d awakened to this man leaning over her, his eyes cold, one hand holding a cloth over her nose and mouth, the other running up her side to her breast. She could still smell the cloying scent of the chemical on the cloth. She had struggled as her body weakened and blackness washed over her.

Had they come to try and take her back? The group, Doctors for a Better Humanity, which she knew to be a secret organization, still existed. She had tried to keep track of them through the media. No one knew that they experimented on humans or, at least, on lycans.

She backed away, her heart racing. She stepped on
a twig, and it broke with a loud crack. The one she recognized saw her. He held a black box similar to a television remote control in his hand. He pointed the device at her and then started running toward her. Josephine turned and sprinted around to the back of the manor.

“Oh, God!” They had found her. No lycan was safe from their terrible tortures.

A shaft of pain sliced through her brain. Why did that always happen when she remembered her captivity?

Afraid of leading the intruder to her foster brothers, she turned in the opposite direction and
dashed into the trees. If she could make it to the old hunter’s blind that sat on a platform in the old oak tree, she would be able to see the whole back of the property. There, she would make her stand. She’d never shot a man, but no one would take her back to that laboratory.

Snapping twigs and rustling of underbrush assured her that the intruder still followed. Putting on a burst of lycan speed, Josephine extended the distance between them.

She leapt at the ladder to the hunter’s platform and climbed as quickly as she could. She reached the wooden floor just as the intruder ran into the glade below her. Josephine reached for one of the upper branches and pulled herself higher into the tree.

The intruder yelled up at her. “Come down. I know you are Josephine Chevalier. I’ve been paid to bring you back to Paris.”

“Who paid you? Dr. Boucher is dead.”

“Fortescue wants to talk to you. He said to let you know he needs your help.”

Fortescue was alive? He wanted her help?

“Why would I help a man involved with the organization that murdered my parents?”

“Look, I don’t know anything about that. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Come down now, or I shoot.” The man pulled a gun from behind his back.

Josephine fumbled for the pistol in her pocket and tried to aim a shot at the intruder. But tree limbs and the hunting platform blocked her aim. She swung out from the trunk to take the shot, but with a loud report, a shot grazed Josephine’s shoulder.
Burning pain rushed through her body. Crying out, she lost her grip on the branch and fell to the platform below. Her head cracked against the wooden planks.

White lights danced in front of her eyes as she tried to push herself up. Josephine heard wolves howling and coming closer. Help was on the way.

Her arms gave out, and she sank back down. The intruder below swore loudly, and she heard him crashing through the brush, back toward the gate, growling wolves following.

***

Valerii Belikov, Siberian lycanthrope, ran through the night in his wolf form. His shaggy grey-and-white coat blended into the shadows and dark hollows of the woods. He followed the slim, golden mating cord that had just snapped into place, tying his heart to his mate’s. Finally, the mating bond had appeared. Too long had he watched and waited for the sign that it was time to claim his mate. He reached for her mind with his telepathy, but her mind was filled with darkness.

Two hours, she’d been missing. Two hours spent dealing with intruders and then the police. He should have checked on her right away. What happened to “little Joe” that the cord appeared now? In his mind, he thought of her as “Josie
,” but had been careful never to call her by that name. He couldn’t lose her now. She was the one woman meant to be his. He had been drawn to her for the last two years but had promised her foster mother, Rosie, to keep Josie’s secret and pretend she was a boy. He didn’t know the mystery behind his little mate’s behavior and hoped she would trust him enough to share why she tried to hide her identity.

Rushing through the woods, he wove around trees and bushes, following the mating bond. He jumped over a downed tree and ran into the clearing where the old hunter’s blind sat on a platform high in a giant oak tree. His heart raced
, and he panted, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth as his sides heaved. What drove Josephine to come here?

He lifted his nose and smelled the scent of a human male over Josephine’s sweet smell. Someone had chased her here. Valerii growled, his lips rolling back,
baring his teeth. He took the scent deep into his lungs so he would know it anywhere. But that wasn’t the only scent in the air.

He shifted into his human form and ran over to the ladder leading to the platform. The smell of blood drifted down from the tree. Valerii cringed as he climbed up to the wooden shelf. She must be alive. If she weren’t, he would feel her passing, now that the bond linked them heart to heart.

When he reached the top, he leaned against the edge and sighed in relief. Josie’s chest rose and fell rhythmically. She lived.

He climbed
up the rest of the way until he could kneel beside her.

“Is she up there?” Brencis called from below.

“Yes, she’s wounded and unconscious,” Valerii said, moving his hands over her limbs. A deep gash ran across her shoulder, and a large bump on her head was already turning purple. But her pulse was strong. He gently gathered Josephine into his arms. The scent of jasmine and honey filled his nostrils as he held her close.

“Do you need help getting her down?” Brencis asked.

“No. Catch her gun. I’m dropping it down to you.” Valerii pushed the gun over the edge of the platform with his foot, before turning to make his way down the ladder.

“Where did she get a gun? Hey, you almost hit me,” Brencis complained.

“I warned you,” Valerii said, balancing Josephine’s small form in one arm before moving down the ladder and stepping onto the forest floor.

“Do you want me to carry her? You’ll get scratched up running through the woods naked.” Brencis reached for Josephine.

“No. She’s mine.” Valerii stepped back and pulled Josephine tighter to his chest. “I’ll carry her. Let’s get back inside. She isn’t bleeding too badly.”

“She may need a doctor if she has a head injury.” Brencis headed down the trail toward the kitchen door. “One of the Siberian pack members shifted after being caught in a landslide. He continues to suffer from severe headaches.”

“How is that possible? Shifting always heals us,” Valerii asked, frowning. Would shifting harm Josie?

“I don’t know. Laurel, the Siberian pack shaman and healer
, is working on the puzzle.”

Valerii followed closely behind, holding his mate carefully in his arms. He rubbed his nose against her cheek in a quick caress
, then reached toward her telepathically. Her mind was filled with darkness from her unconscious state.
Josephine, wake up, malyshka, little one.

Valerii thought he could feel a stirring in his mind in answer. He
put on a burst of lycan speed, passing Brencis. He rushed her through the back door and down the hall to the sitting room. Then, he gently lowered her to the couch.

“I’ll get the first aid kit,” Brencis called, turning into the kitchen.

Valerii grabbed a pair of cotton drawstring pants from a box by the door and slipped them on, before kneeling down beside her. Nudity when shifting was accepted by lycans, but both the cook and Alpha’s mate were human.

He pulled off Josephine’s baseball cap and stroked the hair from her cheek before kissing her gently on the forehead, careful not to touch the bruised swelling. The last year of training had changed her from the waif that
first appeared on their back doorstep to a woman with curves. Hiding as a boy was quickly becoming an impossibility. Why did she do it?

Wake up, Josephine. You are safe now.

The stirring in his mind grew stronger. The blackness in hers started to clear, and he could see the image of a man pointing a gun at her. His wolf raced to the surface in response, wanting to rip and tear. A growl escaped his throat as the fear she felt flowed into him, and his skin glistened with sweat as he trembled with rage. Was this man responsible for her injury? If Valerii ever found him, he was a dead man.

Valerii took a deep breath and used his strength of will to calm his wolf spirit. Josephine was safe. She needed his care, not his rage. He gently lifted the material away from the deep gash on her shoulder where the bullet had grazed her. She moaned, and her head moved weakly from side to side. He winced, knowing his actions
had hurt her.

“Wake up, Josephine. Let me look into your eyes and know that you are with me,
” Valerii called to her as he finished his task. Brencis, carrying several items, walked into the room.