For the Good of All (Law of the Lycans Book 7) (21 page)

“Believe me, there’s not much fortune involved.”

“You’re avoiding my question again.”

In the dim light he could see her looking at him again and guilt pricked his conscience. She was risking her life to help him, perhaps she deserved some kind of an answer. “Virtus.”

She scrunched up her face. “The Roman god or the Latin word? Though they both have elements in common.”

“It was the name I gave the organization I created.” He flicked a glance her way. “Its purpose was to help anyone in need who fell between the cracks of the Lycan Link bureaucracy.”

“That sounds very noble.”

He snorted. “Nobility has nothing to do with it. This is what I am.”

“What you are?”

A sigh escaped him. “Shomrei Virtus.”

She furrowed her brow as if thinking. “I’ve heard that term before.”

“It’s an old Lycan designation. I’m a member of the guardian caste, one of the Shomrei Virtus or Guardians of Justice.”

“Okay, now I remember. I read it in a book, something about a Shomer wreaking vengeance on a town for their evil ways. I thought it was a myth.” She cocked her head. “Why did you choose that instead of just being a regular Enforcer?”

“It’s not a myth and being an Enforcer is a job. Being a Shomer isn’t a choice, it’s part of you, part of your genetic code. Only a few Lycans are born in each generation with the heightened sense of justice that a Guardian has.”

“And you’re stronger and faster than other Lycans, right?”

“Some might think so. Sometimes it’s just how people perceive us.” He gave a one-shouldered shrug. “In the heat of the moment it might seem we can do extraordinary things, but when adrenaline kicks in a lot of people are capable of great things. I think it’s more a case of dedication, honing your skills, exercise.”

She reached up and squeezed his bicep. “So if I exercise enough I can get muscles like this?”

He gave a crooked grin. “You never know.”

“You know—”

He hushed her with a finger pressed to his lips. A nod towards the buildings they’d been observing revealed the compound was now shrouded in darkness save for a lone flickering light spilling from one window. After a moment, it, too, was extinguished. It would appear the occupants had turned in for the night. “Almost time to make my move.”

His Lycan vision was good, but he dug in his backpack and took out a pair of night goggles to help him survey the area once more. Some operatives might rely solely on their Lycan abilities, but he’d never been one to turn up his nose at technology if there was a chance it would increase the odds of a successful mission. Pinpointing the exact location of the guards was crucial if he was to slip past them.

“I’ll give it another ten minutes then slip in and get the pups.”

“Won’t they be terrified if a strange man grabs them in the middle of the night? Especially wearing those freaky goggles? Maybe I should go with you.”

He shook his head. “The more people, the greater the chance of detection. They were drugged with cough syrup this afternoon. If they’re still zoned out, it will make my job easier.”

“What if they aren’t?”

“If they’re awake—and I’m crossing my fingers that they aren’t—I’m counting on them responding to a warning growl; they’re Lycan pups and instinct should kick in. Either way, I’ll scoop them up and bring them here. We’ll each carry one and head back towards the river.”

Stone handed her the backpack and then slipped his rifle off. “I’ll leave this here. I can’t use it carrying two kids.” He handed her the AK-47.

She held it gingerly. “I don’t like guns.”

“Sometimes they’re necessary.”

“I suppose I should have told you earlier on that I have no idea how to use one of these.”

He looked at her. “Yeah, that was probably important information.” He held back a sigh as he thought back to how he’d left the rifle behind that afternoon believing she’d have some protection while he was gone.

She winced no doubt sensing his exasperation. “You just point and shoot, is that the idea?”

“Watch this.” In two fluid movements, he mimed releasing the safety, bringing the gun to his shoulder and pulling the trigger. “Brace it with your shoulder, look down the sights. Be prepared for some kickback. Fire two to three shots at a time. Aim for their chest and let the recoil work for you. A chest shot does a lot of damage and the recoil from the second and third shot will take off the enemy’s head.”

She made a face. “I don’t even want to think about taking off someone’s head. I’d probably vomit and still be retching by the time the rest of the bad guys arrived.”

“Believe me, adrenaline would kick in.”

“Hopefully we won’t have to put that theory to the test. The chances of me hitting anything are somewhere between remote and zero.”

“Use strafing shots then.” He flipped the stock out of the way. “Fire from the hip. Three or four to the left, then the right in a random pattern to keep them guessing. It will at least slow them down and sometimes even a small edge is better than none.”

“What about you?”

He bared his teeth, then patted the knife strapped to his thigh and the .9 mm gun at his waist. “Don’t worry about me, I’m covered.”

Stone checked his watch. It was time to move if they wanted to be sufficiently away from here before dawn broke. “I’m going in. It should only take me ten minutes tops. If anything happens, I’ll draw the fire my way and you run. Head back the way we came, use the sat-phone to call for help as soon as you can.”

She nodded and swallowed hard. “Okay.”

He studied her pale face and wide eyes. She was scared spitless which was why she’d been chattering like a magpie earlier. He cupped the back of her head, his thumb caressed her cheek. Her eyes closed and she seemed to relax, lightly leaning into his touch.

“Brave girl.” He whispered the words as he pressed a kiss to her forehead and then silently made his way towards the compound. No wolf form this time. He needed arms to carry the kids. Timing his moves to give him the maximum window of opportunity, he darted towards the room where he’d seen the children earlier.

Luck was on his side or the gods were smiling. Maybe the spirits of the children’s parents were helping as well. Whatever the case, the pups were still sleeping in the same bed. Silently, he levered the screen out of its frame and eased himself inside.

The house was silent and the children barely murmured when he lifted them in his arms. Pressed against the wall, he peered out the window, watching the guards pass by. They didn’t look his way. He counted down from twenty then swung a leg over the windowsill, slid to the ground and ducked into the shadows once again.

His heart was pounding, adrenaline rushing through his veins. It was only yards until they reached the relative safety of the jungle. Last time, his last mission, it had been like this, too. Freedom had been in sight. He’d gotten careless, urged the women to move faster instead of opting for stealth. If only…

If only…
His wolf repeated the sentiment, the sense of failure still stinging deeply.

He shook his head and blinked. Not now. He had to stay focused on his job, on the children. There’d be time enough to wallow in regrets from the past once they were safely back on U.S. soil.

Yes, the mission, our duty
. His wolf clung to those facts, years of experience kicking in, allowing both of them to function on autopilot.

“Stone?” Christina’s faint whisper reached his ears, serving as an anchor, keeping him steady as he traversed the final few yards.

He sank to the ground, his legs feeling wobbly.

“You okay?” There was concern in her voice, faint worry lines between her brows. She pressed her hand to his face and he instinctively leaned into it before realizing what he was doing. Taking a deep breath, he drew on years of experience to get himself under control. Don’t think, just do what you know you have to do.

“Yeah.” He handed her the kids, vaguely noting how naturally she tucked them close to her body. “Hold them for a second. I have one more job to do.”

Stone melted away into the night once more, circling to the back of the compound where the shed was. Soft sounds came from inside, mumbled prayers or perhaps moans of despair. He lurked in the shadows, letting the guards pass by before moving around to the door. Locked but not solidly built.

Using the blade of his knife, he pried the hinges off. The metal creaked as it gave way, the noise amplified in the stillness of the night. He froze, listening intently, but there was no sound of running feet. Apparently, it was only loud to Lycan ears.

Setting the door aside, he stepped inside. The man he’d seen earlier in the day was cowering in the corner, his eyes wide with fright, likely thinking Stone was there to kill him.

Stone shook his head, signalled for silence and cut the ropes that bound him. He noted his bloody wrists, evidence of desperate yet futile efforts to get free.

“Follow me.” With a beckoning gesture, he indicated for the man to follow him and swiftly led the way back into the jungle. “Run. Get your family and head across the border.” He whispered the instructions hoping the man spoke enough English to understand. It would seem he did. After grabbing Stone’s hand and giving it a brief shake, he left without a backward glance.

Satisfied he’d done his duty as a Shomer, Stone returned to his main priority, Christina and the children. He’d been gone less than ten minutes but already he could see the lines of tension on her face.

“Sorry. There was something I had to do.”

“That’s okay. I knew it had to be important for you to leave.” There was no condemnation in her voice and he gave her a quick smile of thanks as he slung the pack over his shoulders and then collected the rifle. Taking the heavier of the two children, he jerked his head towards the jungle. “Let’s get out of here.”

Stone led the way down a narrow trail he’d located that afternoon. Originally, it had likely been used by animals and a few locals as an easy route to the river. He’d noted it showed signs of increased usage recently; the vegetation near the edges now sported broken leaves and branches while the smaller plants appeared to have been walked on. With Mendoza using the river as a transportation route, this trail would become a main access. Thankfully it was night and no one was likely to be using it. Forging a trail of their own would have been slow going and time was of the essence, not only because of the chance of being followed but because of a storm that was brewing. Thunder rumbled in the distance and dark clouds were beginning to obscure the small bit of moonlight that had managed to penetrate the overhead canopy.

He wanted to pick up his pace but could sense Christina struggling behind him. There was a sliding tentativeness to her steps as she tried to traverse the pitch blackness of the path. Once they were farther away, he might dare use the small flashlight but, for now, it couldn’t be chanced.

The witch does not have our night vision.
The wolf reminded him
. We need to offer her guidance.

He whispered hushed warnings of exposed roots, twists and turns. Falling and breaking an ankle was the last thing they needed.

The children occasionally stirred but didn’t awaken. The buzz of insects filled the air, soft skittering sounds giving evidence that night creatures were hunting. Leaves rustled as the wind picked up, the storm growing ever closer.

“I don’t think we’re being followed.” Christina murmured. “It’s been quite a while hasn’t it?”

“Half an hour, perhaps.”

“I think we’ve made a clean getaway.” Her voice sounded less strained. “While I was waiting for you, I had a vision of children playing. I’m taking it as a good sign.”

“I thought you said you wouldn’t conjure up a vision about this mission.”

“I didn’t. It just appeared.”

He gave a non-committal grunt. She was right. Everything
seemed
fine, but his wolf was uneasy. It could be the change in the weather or it could be danger lurking. A big cat stalking them? Surely Esteban wouldn’t stoop that low even given his dislike of wolves.

It could be a member of the drug cartel. He darted his gaze left and right, scenting the air as he listened for anything that might be amiss. His hand rested on his gun, his step slowed.

The storm hit with an abruptness hard to imagine. Rain came teaming down, hitting the wide leaves that formed the canopy above, each drop sounding like the beat of a drum. The noise filled the air, a cacophony that surrounded them in a bubble of white noise only to be punctuated by the crash of thunder.

Bits of leaves began to drop around them, flashes of lightning making it seem like they were being subjected to a strobe light. Somewhere nearby, lightning struck a tree and the ground shook, the sound of thunder mixing with the crashing of trees. The scent of ozone filled the air. Stone came to a dead stop; his inner wolf had raised its hackles.

Tina bumped into him, shouting over the sound of the storm. “This is awful. Shouldn’t we be taking cover somewhere?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. I—”

The sound of running feet and voices reached them over the noise of the storm only not from behind. It was from the direction of the river.