The Dark-Hunters (802 page)

“Release me and I will make all your dreams a reality.”

The Grizzly had required a blood sacrifice from a child of the Stars. His heart filled with utter hatred and contempt for the world that had kicked him in the teeth one time too many, Ren had gladly performed the ceremony and restored the Grizzly Spirit to the human realm. And just as gladly, he’d welcomed Grizzly to use his body as Grizzly’s own.

In blood and sweat, Ren had been reborn a new man. But not a better one. Strange how he hadn’t really found his humanity until after he’d sold his soul to Artemis. Only then had he learned what mattered most in life.

Only after he’d lost absolutely everything.

I’m coming for you, Makah’Alay. I can’t wait for our reunion.
The Grizzly’s voice was getting louder and stronger.

And the only thing that could stop one of the oldest, deadliest creatures to ever walk the earth was a tiny slip of a woman who slept on his couch. If it wasn’t so pathetic, he’d laugh.

From the doorway, he glanced back at her. Her features pale and relaxed, she breathed so lightly that she didn’t even appear to be alive. How could someone so small stand against a creature who made Ren appear dainty and frail?

Grizzly would eat her alive.

It didn’t matter how strong she was. If the Guardian didn’t return to battle Grizzly, there would be no hope for any of them. Even if she reset the calendar, it would change nothing.

Evil would not be denied. Having once served it, he knew that for a fact.

With a heavy sigh, Ren went to clean up.

*   *   *

Dressed all in white with an eagle’s feather tied in her dark hair, Kateri followed a path through a dense forest. The scent of pine hung thick in the air, stinging her throat. She didn’t know why, but she’d never cared for that smell.

“Because your father told you to fear it when you were a baby. Though you don’t remember him, you remember his words of warning.”

She paused at the sound of her grandmother’s voice. “Grammy?”

Her grandmother stepped out of the woods in front of her. “It’s so easy to lose your way, child.” She gestured to the trees around them. “When you’re in the middle of something and you’re surrounded by so much that overwhelms you, it’s easy to focus on the wrong thing.”

“I don’t understand.”

Instead of answering, her grandmother rushed forward as a wolf ran at Kateri.

Gasping, Kateri fell back.

Without hesitation, her grandmother drove the wolf off until it was just the two of them again.

Her grandmother faced her with a stern glower. “Now do you see?”

Yes, she did. “But this is just a dream.”

“Dreams are the mind’s way of dealing with reality, Waleli. It’s why they’re so important, and why we need to remember them.” Her grandmother started away from her.

“Grammy?”

Follow me.
The voice was in her head and didn’t come from her grandmother’s lips.

Kateri rushed forward until her grandmother stopped at the edge of a field. There she saw a strange stone building in the middle of a thriving, ancient town. Though different, it reminded her of a Mayan pyramid. It was cut at a sharper angle with a more rounded top, and had things that appeared to be windows in it. Never had she seen the like. Fernando would be impressed to see this.

The people moving around it looked to be Native Americans, but their clothes were unlike anything she’d ever seen before. They were more stylized, and dyed bright colors with exquisite beadwork. Many of the people wore feathers either for jewelry or hair accessories. And while the women had no makeup whatsoever, the men who appeared to be warriors had their faces heavily painted.

She didn’t know what her grandmother was trying to tell her about this town until the warrior who’d saved her stepped out from the building. Another man, a few inches shorter, trailed behind him. The man at her warrior’s back had his face painted white with brown buffalos on his cheeks, meanwhile the warrior’s was painted black. Two red stripes cut sharp angles from his eyes to his jawline. Another red mark went across his brow with white dots placed above it.

They came down to stand in a small courtyard at the base of the stairs as if they were waiting for someone else to join them.

Others filed in from all directions until they formed a small army of men. Most of them were heavily armed with blowguns, atlatls, or spears. A few with those vicious war clubs.

But not her warrior. His sole weapons were a simple bow and a short knife that was tucked into his boot.

“They’ll be here soon,” the shorter man said.

Her warrior nodded. Dressed in a very thin black buckskin jacket and pants, he wore no shirt beneath the jacket. And well he shouldn’t, given how chiseled and rigidly defined his muscles were. The front of his long black hair was pulled back to the crown of his head, where it was held by a thick leather cord, the ends of which were attached to a black and white feather.

He wore the bow crossed over his back, and a small quiver of arrows at his waist. Even though he was surrounded by fierce warriors, he stood out. Not just because he was the tallest, but because of the way he watched those around him. As if he expected an attack at any moment.

And who could blame him? Contempt bled out of the expressions of the others whenever they glanced in his direction. Why did they hate him so? Was he so evil that they couldn’t stand to look at him?

Turning, he spoke to the man beside him with short, rapid hand gestures that made no sense to her whatsoever.

The man arched a brow. “Why would you think that?”

Her warrior shrugged.

Suddenly, silence fell over the gathered warriors as the doors opened. Moving with slow, deliberate strides, four older men who were dressed in the cloaks of priests descended from the building. Each of them had a different feathered headdress and mask. One appeared to be a deer, complete with antlers. Another was a white buffalo, followed by a black bear, and lastly a gray wolf. They also carried ornate feathered fans.

The oldest began speaking in a language she couldn’t understand. But after a second, the words became clear.

“It has been decided and agreed upon. For his bravery against the mighty boar and for saving his brother’s life, Coyote will lead us after the death of our chief, his father. Word has been sent to the Deer clan that we will welcome their strongest daughter to be his wife. So let it be done and may we grow even more prosperous under the leadership of Coyote and his bride, Butterfly!”

Kateri heard those words, but it was the expression on her warrior’s face that held her real attention. He looked as if someone had just kicked him in the stomach.

The man with him started forward, but her warrior grabbed his arm and shook his head sternly.

“They should know the truth,” his friend said in a fierce whisper.

“They don’t c-c-c-care.” His stutter stunned her. She’d have never expected that from a man so predacious.

“It’s not right!
You
saved Coyote. How can he take credit when you’re the one who was almost killed defending
him
and
his
stupidity? But for you, he’d be dead now.”

A tic worked in her warrior’s jaw as he began to sign to his friend.

His friend returned his comments with one last gesture she assumed must be obscene given the angry reaction of her warrior. Turning sharply on his heel so that he could stalk off, his friend left him.

“They should be told the truth,” his friend growled under his breath.

Ignoring him, her warrior removed the bow from his back. His expression blank, he walked forward to lay it at the feet of the head priest before he bowed low.

The priest smiled in approval. “An offering to our future chief from his elder brother. Thank you, Makah’Alay. Your brother will be touched by your gift. Let you stand as an honorable example to all.”

“Honorable my ass,” one of the men said off to the side. “But for his brother, he’d be dead.”

“Nah, he’d have been cast out years ago.” They all laughed while her warrior stood there with nothing showing on his face at all. It was as if it was so common an occurrence that he didn’t even hear them anymore.

“We respect you, priest, but please don’t hold up a defect as an example of anything except why malformed children should be left in the woods to die.”

The man came forward and snatched the bow from the ground before he shoved it into Makah’Alay’s hands. “Our future chief doesn’t need
your
castoff. No one wants the twisted bow of a deformed, retarded idiot.”

The fire returned to Makah’Alay’s eyes as he clutched the bow so tightly his knuckles blanched. Even Kateri feared for the other man. It was obvious Makah’Alay wanted to plant his offering in a very uncomfortable place.

Self-preservation must have finally kicked in. Without another word, the man quickly retreated from her warrior.

With his head tilted down and his expression darker and deadlier than before, Makah’Alay watched the others with an unspoken threat that he was plotting their deaths. Even though he was terrifying to behold, there was something intrinsically hot and sexy about that pose. He was like a predator in the wild that was one breath from attacking.

Any wrong move or word …

And someone would be missing a throat.

Finally, her warrior pulled the bow around his body to lie diagonally across his back. He held the string with both hands, then he walked away. Only when his back was to them and none could see his face did he let the hurt show. His eyes betrayed the depth to which they’d wounded him. But even worse was the shame and self-loathing that he didn’t deserve to feel. The tragic despair.

And that brought tears to her own eyes.

How could people be so mean to each other? She’d never understood what it was about some people that they couldn’t allow anyone else to have a moment of dignity. That they had to rob others of any semblance of pride or happiness.

It was so wrong.

“Teri?”

She turned at the familiar voice, but she couldn’t place it.

“Teri? Can you hear me?”

It came from a distance. But she didn’t want to go toward it. She wanted to follow the warrior and make him feel better. To tell him that the others were wrong for what they’d done.…

“Teri!”

She jerked awake so suddenly that she had to grab the couch to keep from hitting the floor. It took a second before her gaze cleared enough to see her cousin Rain Runningwolf standing over her.

Frowning, she tried to get her bearings. “What are you doing here?”

Where
was
here?

“Sunshine didn’t want you to be alone. She threatened the boys if I didn’t haul ass over to you ASAP. Since I’m rather fond of my boys”—he flashed a devilish grin—“here I be, cuz.”

Tall, dark, and irritating, Rain would be gorgeous if (A) he wasn’t her cousin and (B) he acted like a man and not a five-year-old kid.

She scowled at his short, military hairdo. He used to pride himself on his long raven locks. “When did you cut your hair?”

“A year ago when I decided I didn’t want to work with my family for the rest of my life. You really never check your Facebook page, do you?”

Without pausing he continued with his ADD, “Love them, but distance doth make the heart beat stronger. It also does wonders for my social life, since women tend to look down on men who work for their dads and live over their father’s club.”

She pressed her hand to her temple as she tried to follow his train of thought. “I don’t understand. You still live over your father’s club.”

“Yes, but now they don’t
know
it’s my father’s club. I went from being a mooch to interesting with one little job change.”

Deep, masculine laughter drew her attention to the man behind Rain.

Her heart stopped as she saw the one who’d rescued her. The one she’d wanted to comfort in her dreams. Only he didn’t look so vulnerable now.

Rather he looked like the fierce warrior who’d been one step from carving the heart out of the man who’d insulted him.

Not sure of his intent where they were concerned, she tried to get up, but Rain stopped her. “Easy. Ren said you were cut pretty badly.”

“Ren?”

He indicated her warrior watching them. “Intense dude over there, staring a hole through me. I know you haven’t missed his presence. Only Sunshine could be that oblivious.”

So his name was Ren and not Makah’Alay.… Much easier to pronounce.

But she still wasn’t ready to let her guard down. Especially not with someone so lethal. “He’s a friend?”

Rain glanced over at him. “God, I hope so. While I’m tough, I’m pretty sure he could kick my ass. Don’t really want to test it. Know what I mean?”

Yes, she did. “Where am I?”

“Ren’s place.”

She winced as pain lanced her side and reminded her of how nasty a wound she’d taken. “Shouldn’t I be at a hospital or something? Why am I here? And
where
is here?”

“Vegas, and this place is protected to keep you safe. Hospitals aren’t.”

Her head hurt so badly she could barely follow his rapid-fire weirdness, which left her feeling like she was in the middle of a puzzle with missing pieces.

How had she gotten to Vegas from Alabama?

No, she couldn’t be here. Rain was being stupid or playing a prank of some kind.

“I’m not in Nevada, Rain. I can’t be.”

“’Fraid so, hon.”

No, no, no. Her head reeled over what he was telling her. It just couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible. She couldn’t get halfway across the country without knowing it.

Could she?

All of a sudden, thunder clapped so loud, it jarred the entire house.

Squeaking in alarm, she shot to her feet, then winced at the pain in her side. “What in the world was that?”

“Bad thunderstorms and flash floods are moving in.”

A weird sensation went through her at Rain’s words. It was the kind of chill her grandmother would say came from someone walking on her grave.

She caught the look on Ren’s face. “You felt it too, didn’t you?”