The Dark-Hunters (330 page)

“Or a tiger. I’ve seen him as a tiger.”

His father nodded. “And he can be a leopard. Snow or normal. Day or night. He’s not bound by the same laws that the rest of us must heed. It’s an incredible gift he has. I had heard myths of such creatures. But like the fabled unicorn, I thought it was bullshit. Until I saw him.”

He looked back at Wren, who was starting to tremble. “At his age now, he shouldn’t be able to take human form until after dark. It’s very hard for Katagaria to be humans in the daylight. I have an advantage because my mother was human. I’m able to maintain this form longer than most of my kind. For Wren to be able to take human form in the daylight at the age of twenty-five is unbelievable.”

Marguerite’s heart pounded as she watched Wren struggle with some unseen discomfort. “We should help him. He looks like he’s in pain.”

His father shook his head. “There’s nothing we can do.”

“But—”

“Watch and see.”

He left her alone in the viewing room, then entered the room with Wren.

As soon as Wren heard the doorknob turn, he shifted into the form of a tigard. He growled low in his throat as he saw his father joining him.

“Easy, Wren,” his father said, crouching down. “Come here.”

Wren backed up as he eyed Aristotle warily.

He moved toward Wren as he continued to back up into the corner. When his father reached out, Wren swatted him with his claws.

His father pulled back.

She could see the disappointment on his face. The more he tried to reach out to his son, the more Wren rejected him.

After a few minutes, he left.

She watched as Wren shifted back into human form. He tried to stand, but for some reason his legs buckled.

His father rejoined her.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“He doesn’t know how to walk or talk as a human. He’s like a baby now. Everything that you learned as an infant he has to learn as an adult. If he would accept me, it would be easier to teach him. But I’m afraid we left him alone too long. He’s feral. If anyone enters the room, he lashes out at them.”

Marguerite wanted to go to him so badly that she ached. But she knew she couldn’t—it might alter their future, and that was the last thing she wanted.

“Would you do me a favor, Maggie?”

She had no idea what Aristotle might ask, so she answered hesitantly. “I guess so.”

“Tell Wren that if I could change the past, I would have kept him by my side and not locked him away.”

Her heart clenched at Aristotle’s words and the tragedy that would become their relationship. “It seems cruel that you can travel through time and not fix it.”

He agreed. “It is cruel and it’s why many of us don’t jump. It’s way too tempting to right the past, but every time you try—”

“You screw it up more.”

He nodded.

Marguerite watched as Wren pulled himself by his arms across the floor into a corner. His entire body was trembling while he tried to make what seemed to be words. He reminded her so much of the Wren she had met in Sanctuary.

Withdrawn and solitary. Hurting.

Wanting something he didn’t think he was allowed to have.

But the man she knew now … he was a whole other being. Wren was slowly starting to come into his own, and she hoped that maybe part of it was because of her.

His father let out a sad sigh as he watched Wren struggling. “I hope you never know what it’s like to look at your child and know that you hurt him. I think back to when I was a cub how my mother would roll on the ground with me and play. She didn’t care that I was an animal while she was human. She loved me regardless. Just as she loved my father. You would have thought that I’d be the same way with my own son. And now … now there’s no time to apologize.”

“I think you’re wrong. I know Wren, and what you did while he was here … it helped more than I think either one of you realize.”

Aristotle gave her an appreciative look. “I need to make sure that everything is set so that when I die, he gets to the future he’s supposed to have. But first, there’s one other thing I want to give him.”

“And that is?”

“The future he deserves.”

Chapter 12

Aimee took a deep breath as she entered the back door of Peltier House. This was the last place she wanted to be, but she better than anyone else understood why she had to return.

Her family would kill Fang and his entire clan if she didn’t.

Steeling herself for what was to come, she closed the door and headed for the stairs.

She’d only gotten as far as the hall table when her brother Dev came out the door that led to the kitchen to see her. She saw relief in his eyes a second before it was replaced with anger.

“So you’re back.”

“It’s my home.”

He scoffed at her. “I would find another one, if I were you.”

She stiffened at the coldness of his tone. “I’m being thrown out?”

“You’re being warned. You picked your side and it was the wrong one.”

“Leave us.”

Aimee looked up at her mother’s commanding tone.
Maman
was at the top of the stairs, glaring down at them. Dev shook his head at Aimee before he headed back toward the kitchen.

She flashed herself up to her mother’s side. “Don’t even think about striking me,
Maman.
I’m not in the mood for it. And I will hit back this time.”

Her mother narrowed her eyes on Aimee. “You would sacrifice all of us for a hybrid orphan without clan?”

“Never. But I will not stand by and see an innocent condemned for nothing. Can you not see the lie that is being told,
Maman?
I know Wren. I talk to him. He’s no threat to anyone but himself.”

Still her mother’s face was angry and cold. Her family, and in particular her mother, wasn’t stupid. Aimee had no doubt that her mother and father knew she’d left voluntarily with Fang.

“You betrayed us all.”

Aimee sighed. “If doing the right thing is betrayal, then yes, I suppose I did. So what are you going to do now,
Maman?
Kill me?”

Her mother growled ferociously at her, but Aimee stood her ground.

The air around them sizzled an instant before something shattered in Wren’s room.

She followed her mother, who rushed to the door and slung it open. Aimee half-expected to find Wren there.

She could tell by the scent that it was a tiger all right, but the blond man wasn’t Wren.

“What are you doing here, Zack?” her mother asked.

The tiger curled his lips as he opened a drawer. “The bastard escaped us. I need something with his scent on it to disseminate to the Strati.”

Aimee arched a brow at that. The Strati were elite Katagaria soldiers who were carefully trained to hunt and to kill. Her brothers Zar and Dev, along with her father, were Strati warriors.

“You need nothing of his,” her mother said, to Aimee’s surprise. “Get out of my house.”

Zack didn’t listen. He moved to open another drawer.

Her mother used her powers to slam it shut. “I said for you to leave.”

The tiger moved to confront her. “Don’t screw with me, bear. You have as much to lose by this as I do.”

“What do you mean?”

But Aimee already knew. “You’re the one who spoke out against Wren at the Omegrion. You lied.”

Her mother jerked her head to look at Aimee. “Do not be foolish, cub. I would have smelled a lie.”

Aimee shook her head. “Not if the animal makes a habit of lying. He could easily mask his scent.”

Zack took a step toward her only to find his path blocked by her mother.

“Is Aimee telling the truth?”

Zack answered with a question of his own. “Were you?” He arched a brow at her. “Do you really think Wren’s gone mad? Honestly? You just wanted him out of here and you seized on any excuse to expel him. Admit it, Lo. You don’t want anyone here but your family and it galls you to have to play nice with the rest of us.”

She growled low in her throat.

Zack narrowed his gaze. “If Savitar ever learns the truth, he’ll come for you and all your cubs. There won’t be a brick left of your precious Sanctuary.”

Her mother seized him and threw him against the wall. He landed with his back against it, but it didn’t appear to faze him at all.

Zack actually laughed at her. “What happened to the rules of Sanctuary, Nicolette?”

Aimee caught her mother before she could attack the tiger again.

“Get out, tiger,” Aimee snarled. “If I let go of my mother, there won’t be enough left of you to worry about Savitar or anything else.”

Zack pushed himself away from the wall. He glared at them both. “You have even more to lose than I do. Give me what I need to cover both our asses.”

Now it was her mother who laughed. “Are you completely stupid? Wren has never left his scent on anything. Look around you, idiot. There is no personal item here. As soon as an article of clothing comes off his body, he has always washed it or destroyed it. He even keeps a monkey here so that its scent camouflages his own. You will never be able to track him. Face it, Zack, the cub has more intelligence than you and your father combined.”

Aimee was suddenly impressed by her mother. She’d never really thought about why Wren had arrived at Sanctuary with Marvin, but obviously her mother had known all along.

Zack’s nostrils flared in anger. “This isn’t over.”

“
Oui,
but it is. You come here again and code or no code, I will see you dead.”

Growling, Zack vanished.

The tension in the air eased considerably.

Her mother let out a slow breath as she turned toward her. “Aimee, call your wolf and warn him what has happened. I am sure he knows where Wren is and he can warn him that the tiger is cornered and desperate. In his position, Zack is capable of anything.”

She frowned at her mother’s sudden reversal. “I don’t understand. Why are you being unbelievably understanding all of a sudden? No offense,
Maman,
it scares me.”

Her mother gave Aimee a harsh stare. “I have no love of Wren, this you know. But I respect the predator within him and I do not appreciate being manipulated by another. Nor do I relish being made a fool.” She shook her head. “I should have questioned why Zack and his father continually called to check on Wren after he was sent here. I allowed them to plant seeds of doubts in my mind and I saw in him what they wanted me to see. I can’t believe I was so foolish.”

Her gaze softened. “I give you credit, cub. You weren’t blinded. Now we must repair this before the weight of Savitar’s wrath comes crashing down on all of us.” She urged Aimee toward the door. “Go warn them. You, they will listen to.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I am going to speak with your father and brothers. I fear we are on the edge of a very dangerous situation and I want them all prepared.”

Aimee took a step toward the door, then paused. “I love you,
Maman.
”

“
Je t’aime aussi, ma petite.
Now go and let us make this as right as we can.”

*   *   *

In tiger form, Wren located his mother on a bench in Central Park. Luckily the place was crowded, which would help conceal his scent and allow him to blend into the background.

Hiding in a copse of bushes, he flashed into a human with black hair, jeans, sunglasses, and a Ramones T-shirt. The kind of human his mother would never pay attention to. He probably could have kept blond hair, but he looked enough like his father that he didn’t want to chance it.

Watching her as she rummaged in her purse for something, he had to give her credit, she was beautiful in human form. Elegant. Her white business suit and red silk blouse set off her impeccable figure to advantage. Many human males paused to try to speak to her, but she quickly chased them off with caustic barbs.

For an animal, she had a great command of the human language. Her tongue was as deadly a weapon as her claws.

Shaking his head as she emasculated another would-be admirer, Wren stayed back until he saw his uncle approaching. With blond hair and dressed in a navy pin-striped suit, he was the masculine equivalent to Wren’s mother. The two of them looked like a Fortune 500 power couple.

Grayson inclined his head to her as he sat down on the opposite edge of the bench. Wren noticed that his uncle kept a safe distance so that he could bolt if Karina suddenly lunged at him … smart man.

“So what’s up?” Grayson asked.

Wren drifted a little closer so that he could hear them plainly.

“The tiger has lost its mind,” she said evasively. “You were right. It’s been spending time with its offspring while I was away.”

“I told you to poison the cub before you left.”

She gave him a peeved glare. “Aristotle would have been suspicious, and since we haven’t been on the best of terms in the last twenty-five years, I thought it in my best interest to leave it alive.”

Wren clenched his teeth at her words. Even now it was hard to hear her callous condemnation of his life.

She curled her lips in anger. “He’s now cut me out entirely. I’ve been given a tiny hovel in New Jersey of all places. My credit cards have the limits of a human peasant. He’s left me with nothing.”

Grayson’s eyes lighted as if her rage amused him. “I told you not to flaunt your lover in his face. My brother is a proud beast. You’re lucky he hasn’t killed you both.”

She scoffed at that. “I defy him to try it. I assure you, I can hold my own against any tiger.”

Grayson passed a doubting look to her. “Perhaps you shouldn’t be so arrogant. You know tigers are known to tear the throats out of leopards.”

“Only in your dreams.” She leveled a sinister glare at Grayson. “I want out of this relationship. So long as that tiger lives, I can’t mate within my own species.”

“I thought you loved him.”

“Love?” she spat. “Are you stupid? Love is for humans.”

She jerked the white glove off her right hand and held it up for Grayson to see. “I mated with him because of this. Mating is what our species does when the mark appears. It never equates to love for the Katagaria, you know that. Do you
love
your mate?”