Lone Wolf Rising (Paranormal Romantic Thriller) (The Winters Series) (17 page)

Rebecca flipped the file open, it was thick and it was on both her parents.  There was even information on her, Savvy and Hunter.
  "Makes sense, I guess.  But they were both witches at their core."

"Things could’ve been worse, but they had the support o
f the Convent of Saints which supported their relationship; the convent doesn't seem to have issues with the mixing of classes.”  He leaned back and settled even further into the rock, while Rebecca flipped through the pages.

"The Convent of Saints?"  She was curi
ous.  Dianna mentioned these groups during her orientation but it never became an important topic of discussion.

"They’re at war against the Authority for power.
  At one time the Authority held all the power but the Convent of Saints decided they were tired of the Authority and created their own council.  One of their biggest arguments is on that very idea.  The Convent does not believe the Authority should restrict who one marries or has relations with.”

"But surely they weren’t the only supernatural beings that paired with someone from another species?"  She continued to flip through the pages.  Pictures of her entire family were in the folds and memories threatened to flood back.  She pushed them down. 

"Of course, it’s just frowned upon.  Apparently it’s harder to keep the different species populated as offspring are rare in most cases."  He explained.  “The Authority does everything in its power to keep the mixing of species from happening.  The Convent believes the next evolution to supernaturals lie in the mixing of species.”  He sighed, “I have only heard stories, but at one time it was said that the Authority would execute couples of mixed species.  Some believe it was why the Convent was created.  It became a place for those couples to seek sanctuary.”  

"That’s a very narrow way of looking at things.
  Heck, science believes interspecies breeding and evolution created the human being, and most likely us.  I think the Convent may be right in their forward thinking."

"The
Authority would rather keep things the way they are.  They can have better control this way."  Sadness flitted through his amber eyes as he continued.  "Even now they frown on us."

Rebecca shook her head in confusion as she continued to leaf through the pages, "but we’re a cover."

"Apparently, a pretty convincing cover."  The sadness and shadows were gone, replaced with the carefree grin.

"Did you get in trouble for getting me this file?"  Rebecca worried her bottom lip.

He shook his head, "no, because they’re not going to find out I took it.  I plan on returning it tomorrow."  He put a hand on the file to keep her from flipping more pages.  “I got it last night after you told me about your parents.”

Rebecca’s heart seized, she needed more time to look at its contents.
  She needed more time with her parents.  "Are there details of the investigation into their deaths?"

He nodded, "it’s not pretty."
  He flipped to the tab toward the back of the file.  "The Authority and the Convent worked together on this case and found no supernatural involvement, but after reviewing the file I’m not so sure."

"How so?"
  She asked as she flipped to the last page.

"It all seems too convenient."

"Where are the photos?"  Rebecca looked panicked. 

"I removed them.  They were too graphic; not how your parents should be remembered."

Always the protector.  In this case it was irritating.  "But what if there are some clues in the photos."

He shook his head, determination clear in his eyes.
  "There was nothing in the photos that will help you.  Take some time with the file."  He got up and left her alone.  She shivered as she read through the pages. 

Everything about her parents’ deaths was there, except the photos, which, if she was being truthful, she was thankful he removed.
  For the most part, everything the Convent and Authority found was what her private investigator uncovered.  Both of them led back to the Refuge. 

As Rebecca leafed through the pages again she came to an excommunication form.
  Her hands shook as she read the form filed by the Authority.  It was requesting removal of Elizabeth Maria Winters from the Coven of Phoenix Witches.  It was dated a month before their deaths and it was approved by Francesco. 

She looked around to make sure Lucky was not wa
tching.  When she felt it was safe she removed the page; folded it up and placed it in her hoodie pocket.  Then she closed the file, took one last look at the skyline, promised her parents vengeance, and left Lucky's special place.  He was waiting back at the car for her.  He opened her door and closed it once he saw she was comfortable. 

He started the car quickly and asked, "Was it a mistake to giv
e you the file?"

She looked at him and shook her head, "no, it
was a wonderful gift."  Without thinking she reached over and kissed him.  It was meant to be a show of gratitude, a simple kiss on the cheek to let him know it meant the world to her.  Her lips never met his cheek, he turned into the kiss and their lips touched. That kiss exploded into something deeper, primal. 

Her fingers wrapped around his neck and
pulled him closer.  Somehow the center console was removed, and so was the file as his lips moved against hers in a dance of need that had been building up all day.  He wrapped his fingers around her waist and pulled her gently into his lap.  Once she was placed comfortably in his lap he moved his lips to her neck sending tingles throughout her body.  His lips wove a spell around her body and made a connection deep within. 

He was the one to pull away.
  He pulled her back and stared into her eyes.  His own eyes were dark with passion, desire.  His lips looked as swollen as hers felt.  Their bodies fit perfectly together.   They both focused on steadying their shallow breathing.   

"
Sometimes I think you’re still a witch, Becca, one who has woven a spell of desire over me."  His voice was raspy and words were hurtful. 

She
slapped him and climbed back to her seat.  "Take me home."  Her own voice was unrecognizable
.

He nodded solemnly.
  The drive home was filled with silence.  When they pulled in front of the house he grabbed her arm gently to keep her from leaving.  "I’m sorry."  

She nodded, fearful of allowing herself to speak and betray her feelings.
 

"I’ll be here
tomorrow at seven to pick you, Hunter, and Savannah up for school."

She wanted to refuse him, but the obvious need to have him around was in the form of
 bruises all over her body.  "
Okay
.  Thank you.”

Chapter Eleven

~"The best protection any woman can have... is courage."

~
Elizabeth Cady Stanton

Savannah 

Where are you!

Savannah
punched the words angrily into her phone and tossed it on the bed
.  
Rebecca
promised to go with her today to pick out the perfect homecoming dress for the dance but that was obviously not going to happen.  

After what happened Friday night
Savannah thought Rebecca would have the courtesy to at least answer her calls and texts.  Nothing about Rebecca’s behavior had been normal since that night.  Even their connection, that twin-sense that they both relied upon, was gone.  It was like Rebecca disconnected the phone line that connected them psychically and that was unacceptable. 

Secrets were not something they kept from each other.
  In less than a year they would be going to college, starting a life outside of this town, creating and developing their future and Savannah planned to have her sister in that future just as Rebecca has been since day one.  She was too important to Savannah to lose. 

The bright red lettering on the alarm clock by her bed read 6:28 pm; signaling the day was almost over.
  Rebecca had been gone since before Savannah woke up.  She knew Rebecca was going to do some running with Lucky this morning, but this afternoon they planned a trip to the mall.

Irritated,
Savannah flipped open her history book and started working on the homework that was due tomorrow.  History was not her subject, it was Becks'.  After re-reading the same paragraph for ten minutes she slammed the book shut and decided to get some tea.

Savannah
ran down the stairs, taking note that Hunter was not in his room, either.  She put the water on the stove to boil and looked out the back window hoping to find Hunter with Natalia.  Grandmother's garden was in full bloom and looked beautiful in the Arizona desert.  Green plants with colorful flowers of all shapes and sizes bloomed on vines.  Red berries dotted the ground in a few areas.  The fruit trees were abundant with lemons, mangos, peaches, and avocados.  Savannah contemplated going out and getting a peach from the tree but thought better of it, knowing how her allergies would react to walking through the backyard.  It was those undesirable allergy attacks that caused her to become the household plant expert.  It was also because of those allergies that she knew the pollen count was up today which had kept her in the house for most of the day.

A shadow in her peripheral caught her attention.
  Savannah turned her head, expecting to see Hunter and Natalia talking on the porch, instead she saw her twin crouching around one of the shrubs.  "What is she doing?"  Savvy wondered out loud.  Her fingers instinctively turned off the burner as she watched Rebecca sprint to the other side of the yard and head towards the side gate.  

Without thinking she decided to follow Rebecca.
  Savvy snuck out the door and tried to stick to the shadows as best she could.  Spying was not a skill set she could list on her college application so she was not very good at it.  Thankfully, Rebecca was focused on whatever she was doing.  Rebecca rushed across the street and slipped into the Johnson's backyard.  Savvy pursued her.

The Johnson's were snow birds and only came down three weeks out of the year.
  They spent the rest of their lives in North Dakota.  They had recently left town for the year and the yard was in disarray from lack of use.  Savvy managed to avoid stepping on a half hidden rake with ease but tripped over the cement block that was the beginning of the back porch.  Rebecca turned in her direction, something dangerous flashed in her eyes and Savannah could have sworn she heard her sister growl.  

“Whoa!” 
Savannah put her hands up in surrender and lost her footing.  She landed unceremoniously on the ground.  Never in her wildest dreams did she ever expect to be fearful of her twin, but in that moment, Savannah was scared of Rebecca. 

Rebecca turned back towards what she was doing and cursed.
  Whatever she was doing, Savvy had ruined it.  "What the hell are you doing, Savvy?"  Rebecca helped her sister up from the ground with an angry tug.  

"Following you.
  I know something is up and if you’re not going to tell me what it is I’ll find out for myself."  Savvy placed her hands on her hips; irritation colored and burned her cheeks.  "What were you doing?"

"I thought I saw someone watching the house."  Rebecca stated simply as she scanned the horizon.

"What’re you two doing?"  Hunter's raspy whisper had both of them spinning around.  He and Natalia were standing behind them looking irritated with their hands crossed over their chests.  Natalia nervously pushed her glasses up her nose and supported Hunter in his body language.

"Are you following us?"
  Savvy asked them angrily.

"Excuse me?"
  Rebecca made a shame on you gesture with her finger.  "Pot, kettle?"

Savvy rolled her eyes, she was following her, but Rebecca had given her reason to follow her.
  Something was different about her and Savannah was determined to discover what secret she was keeping.  

"When I see my sisters running suspiciously into a neighbor's backyard I’m going to follow them to make sure they’re alright.
  It's kind of my job as a brother to keep you safe."  Hunter stated, irritation coloring his words. 

Rebecca and Savvy both rolled their eyes at that statement.
  He was their brother, and younger brothers get a pass sometimes.  "We don't need you to keep us safe." 

"That’s what you think.
  Let's get out of the Johnson's yard before someone calls the cops."  He and Natalia turned and left leaving Rebecca and Savvy no option but to follow. 

He was right and guilt made her feel a little shame at her behavior.
  What were they thinking?  Savvy was so determined to find out what Becks was up to that she acted foolishly. "You need to tell me what is going on, sis.  Your behavior is driving me crazy, and frankly, it’s scary."  Savvy hissed under her breath.  Hopefully, Hunter and Natalia were not within earshot.  They didn’t need to worry Hunter with their sisterly drama.