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Shit
.

Was there any choice but the truth here?

“I saw … a track,” she admitted quietly.

“A track?” This time it was Zach who spoke, his light brown brows drawn low over his eyes as he scrutinized her from his position at the pulpit above the congregation. “You didn’t tell me anything about a track. Where did you see it, Alex? What kind of track was it?”

“It was a footprint … in the snow.”

Zach’s frown deepened. “You mean, a print from a boot?”

Alex stood there in silence for a long moment, unsure how to phrase what she was about to say next. No one said anything in that lengthening quiet. She felt the weight of all their focus, all the town’s anticipation rooted on the tall, curveless blonde who’d spent most of her life in Harmony but was still regarded as something of an outsider because
she’d come with her dad from the humid swamps of Florida.

It was the recollection of those sun-baked, heat-drenched wetlands that filled Alex’s senses now. She could taste the salty brine of the water on her tongue, could smell the sweet odor of moss-covered cypress trees and fragrant lilies filling the air. She could hear the trilling song of cicadas and the low creak of bullfrogs serenading the dark as she’d watched her mother rock her little brother to sleep on the screened porch of the cabin while she read to them in that soft, gentle voice that Alex missed so much. She could see the golden hunter’s moon that had slowly risen toward the glittering sea of stars high above the earth.

And she could feel, even now, the bolt of fear that arrowed through her heart as the night had been shredded by violence when the monsters came to feed.

It was all still there for her.

Still so shatteringly real.

“Alex.”

Zach’s voice startled her, made her shake herself back to the here and now, back to Harmony, Alaska, and the horrific dread that gripped her when she considered that the terror she fled in Florida might somehow find her again.

“What the hell is going on, Alex?” There was impatience in the clipped tone of Zach’s voice. “I need to know what you saw out there. All of it.”

“I saw a footprint,” she stated as clearly as she could manage. “Not from a boot. It was from a bare foot. A very large foot, and very humanlike, only … not quite—”

“Oh, for God’s sake,” Big Dave said around a snort of laughter. “It wasn’t wolves that killed them, it was Bigfoot! Now I’ve heard it all.”

“What are you doing, Alex? Is this some kind of joke?”

“No,” she insisted, pivoting away from Zach’s disbelieving look to the rest of the townsfolk. They were all staring at her as if waiting for her to burst into laughter.

Everyone except the black-haired stranger in the back.

His silver eyes bored into her like spears of ice, only the feeling she got the longer she held his gaze was not one of cold but of bone-melting heat. And there was no mockery in his expression. He listened with an intensity that shook her to her core.

He believed her, when every other person in the place was dismissing her with polite—and some not so polite—looks of confusion.

“It’s not a joke at all,” Alex told the residents of Harmony. “I’ve never been more serious, I swear to you—”

“I’ve heard enough,” Big Dave announced. He started lumbering toward the door, several other men laughing among themselves as they followed him outside.

“I know it sounds crazy, but you have to listen to me,” Alex said, desperate that she be believed, now that she’d laid the truth out for them.

Part of the truth, at least. If they wouldn’t take her word about the track she saw in the snow, they would never accept the even more incredible—more terrifying—truth of what she feared was to blame for the murders of Pop Toms and his family.

Even Jenna was gaping at her as if she’d just gone off her rocker. “No one could survive in that cold without proper clothing, Alex. You couldn’t have seen a bare footprint out there. You know that, right?”

“I know what I saw.”

All around them, the meeting began to disband. Alex craned her neck to try to find the stranger, but she couldn’t
see him anymore. He was gone. She didn’t know why that thought should disappoint her. Nor did she understand why she felt so compelled to search him out. She was impatient with the need, and desperate to get out of there.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Jenna stood up, giving Alex a sympathetic, if bewildered, smile as she caught her in a tight hug. “You’ve been through a lot. The past couple of days have been rough for everyone, but I’m sure especially you.”

Alex pulled back and gave a vague shake of her head. “I’m fine.”

The church door opened and closed as another group of people walked out into the brisk night. Was
he
out there, too? She had to know.

“Did you see that guy in the back of the church tonight?” she asked Jenna. “Black hair, pale gray eyes. He was standing by himself near the door.”

Jenna shook her head. “Who are you talking about? I didn’t notice anyone—”

“Never mind. Listen, I think I’m going to skip Pete’s tonight.”

“Good idea,” Jenna agreed as Zach stepped down off the raised platform of the pulpit and walked over to join them. “Go home and get some sleep, okay? You’re always worrying about me, but right now you need to give yourself a little TLC. Besides, it’s been a while since I had a burger and a beer with my old fart of a brother, just the two of us. He’s been avoiding me lately, making me wonder if maybe he’s got a secret girlfriend or something.”

“No girlfriend,” Zach said. “Don’t have time for that when I’m married to my job. You all right, Alex? That was seriously weird and not like you at all. If you want to talk about what happened, with me or even a professional—”

“I’m fine,” she insisted, getting irritated now, and
thankful for the anger that was letting her put her troubling past on the back shelf where it belonged. “Look, forget what I said tonight. I didn’t mean anything by it, I was just messing with Big Dave.”

“Well, he’s an asshole and he deserved it,” Jenna said, looking more than a little relieved that she wouldn’t have to call in the white coats after all.

Alex smiled with a lightness she didn’t really feel. “I’m gonna go. Have fun at Pete’s, you guys.”

She hardly waited for them to tell her good-bye. Her rush to the door impeded by a trio of little old ladies talking and walking in slow motion, Alex’s pulse was racing by the time she got her first lungful of the frigid night outside. She stood under the snow-laden eaves of the log-cabin church and glanced in all directions, looking for the striking face that had burned itself into her memory that first instant she saw him.

He wasn’t there.

Whoever he was, whatever had brought him to Harmony when the rest of civilization was barred by bad weather, he’d simply walked out into the darkness and vanished into the thin, cold air.

CHAPTER
Five

K
ade trekked deep into the frigid wilderness of the bush, leaving the tiny town of Harmony some forty miles behind him. There were only a handful of winter travel options for humans this far incountry: plane, dogsled, or snow-machine. Kade traveled on foot, his duffel and gear slung onto his back, his snowshoes carrying him over the surface of blowing drifts that could swallow a man to his earlobes. The brittle wind sawed at him as he ran up one steep rise then down through yet another gully, his inhuman speed and endurance all thanks to the part of him that was Breed.

It was his Alaskan heart and soul that relished the cold and the punishing terrain, calling to the wildness inside
him—the wildness that was quick to rise again now that he was back on the familiar tundra of his homeland.

Following the frozen Koyukuk River north toward the general location of the Toms settlement was easy enough. Once he got close to the area where the killings had occurred, his acute sense of smell led him the rest of the way. Despite the thick cover of fresh-fallen snow from the storms of the past couple days, to one of his kind, the taint of spilled blood still carried on the wind like a beacon lighting the path toward the scene of the recent carnage.

What he’d seen on the Web-posted video images Gideon had obtained in Boston had prepared him somewhat for his mission. He’d gone to Harmony’s airstrip after the town hall meeting to get a private look at the dead who lay on ice in the yard’s sole hangar. The wounds had been grisly on the video. Seeing them up close and personal certainly hadn’t been an improvement.

But Kade had studied the lacerations—the near eviscerations—with a cool head and an objective eye. He hadn’t found any surprises during his visit to the makeshift morgue. It hadn’t been either animal or human that killed the Toms family.

Something else had brutalized them … just as the young woman, the pretty brown-eyed blonde named Alexandra Maguire, had insisted in the gathering at the town church.

Now, she, on the other hand, had been a surprise.

Tall and lean, with a simple beauty that needed no enhancements, the female had stunned Kade when she stood up and declared that she had seen something strange in the snow. For one thing, Kade had not been aware of any witnesses, except the idiot who’d recorded the video and had the bad sense to post it online. Locating and silencing
that particular problem was among Kade’s top mission priorities for the Order, just below the priority of identifying the Rogue vampire—or vampires—responsible for the bloody attack and seeing that justice was served with a cold, swift hand.

But now there was an added complication in the form of this female, Alex.

Just one more wrinkle in a situation already full of them. Whatever she saw, whatever she knew about the killings out here in the bush, she was a problem that Kade would have to deal with before things were complicated any further. He could sure as hell think of worse things to do in the line of duty than pump the attractive blonde for information.

One of those worse things loomed ahead of him in the darkness—the shadowy cluster of houses and outbuildings that comprised the Toms family settlement. Kade’s nostrils twitched with the scent of old blood beneath the white cover of snow that blanketed the site. From this distance some hundred yards away, the scene looked picturesque, peaceful. A quiet frontier outpost nestled among the spruce and birch of the boreal woods that surrounded it.

But the stench of death clung to the place even in the cold, growing more pungent as Kade walked up to the stout log building nearest the trail. He removed his snow-shoes and walked up the two steps to the porch. The rough-hewn door was closed but unlocked. Kade squeezed the latch and gave the door his shoulder, pushing it open.

A large pool of frozen blood glistened like black onyx in the scant glow of the moonlight spilling in around him as he stood on the threshold of the house. His body’s reaction to the sight and scent of the crystallized red cells hit him
like a hammer to the skull. Even though the blood was spilled and old, of no use to Kade, whose kind could only take nourishment from the veins of living human beings, his fangs punched out from his gums in response.

He hissed a low curse through those stretching fangs as he lifted his head and caught sight of more blood—more signs of struggle and suffering—in the smeared, dark trail that led from the main room of the cabin toward the short hallway that cut down its center. One of the victims had tried to escape the predator who’d come to kill them. Kade set down his duffel and snowshoes, then followed the corridor. The human had only sealed its fate by fleeing to the back bedroom. Cornered there, the garish splatters on the walls and unmade bed told Kade enough of the brutality of this slaying, as well.

There had been two more lives cut down in this place, and Kade took no satisfaction in piecing together the horrific scenarios of their murders as he walked the rest of the settlement and analyzed the attack. He’d seen enough here. He knew with heavy certainty that the deaths had Bloodlust written all over them. Whoever killed the humans here had done so with a fervor that exceeded anything Kade had ever seen before—even that of the most savage, addicted Rogue.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered, his gut tight with disgust as he wheeled away from the ghostly settlement and staggered toward the surrounding forest in need of fresh air. He gulped it in, dragging the taste of brisk winter deep into his lungs.

It wasn’t enough. Hunger and rage twisted around him like tightening chains, suffocating him in the heat of his parka and clothing. Kade tore it all off and stood naked in
the biting November night. The chill darkness soothed him, but not by much.

He wanted to run—needed to run—and felt the cold arms of the Alaskan wilderness reach out to embrace him. In the distance, he heard the low howl of a wolf. He felt the cry resonate deep in his marrow, felt it singing through his veins.

Kade threw his head back and answered it.

Another wolf replied, this one markedly closer than the first. In minutes, the pack had moved in, inching toward him through the tight clusters of spruce. Kade glanced from one pair of keen lupine eyes to another. The alpha stepped forward from the trees, a big black male with a ragged right ear. The wolf advanced alone, moving as shadow across the pristine white of the snow.