Wolf Sirens Night Fall: What Rises Must Fall (Wolf Sirens #3) (22 page)

Bianca looked
at her cautiously with canine eyes, mesmerizingly blue, before
following suit.

“What did you
hear?” Bianca shook out her curly golden brown ringlets.

“Shhh.” Sam
waited for a moment. “They are watching us,” she uttered, frozen,
speckled eyes wide.

“Let's just say
what we want and leave,” Bianca urged tugging a ringlet of hair
from a twig.

“No, not unless
face to face.”

Sam thought
that this was quite possibly Bianca’s most helpful suggestion yet
as her heart begin to thud. She nodded carefully, as though she had
thought it herself, and wondered why they didn’t just have a cell
phone so she didn’t have to risk her neck to get a message to
them.

“We are your
kind.” She swallowed. “We come from Paws,” she said in a sweet,
anxious tone to the surrounding forest. Bianca looked at her and
Sam continued in the quiet. “Please show yourselves, we only want
to talk – about a war, between human kind and ours. You will want
to hear what we say...”

Then they heard
movement through the leaves and a low growl. Both girls tensed. Sam
began to shudder as her body wished to transform under the
fear.

Three thin,
hairy, naked men walked into the clearing. Sam noticed their long
nails and the piercings on the longhaired male. Bianca looked down
and flushed a little, but Sam was determined not to let them know
they intimidated her.

“Well it’s
about time you old ones showed yourselves.”

The pierced
one, Patrick, spoke, his clear green eyes contrasted his light
brown skin. Sam knew him from the photographs on the hall. His hair
was long and matted and a single dreadlock was hanging down his
chest. He cleared his throat as though unused to speaking, choked,
and cleared his voice again as the words wouldn’t sound clearly.
“What do you want?” The raspy, masculine voice scratched out. The
other two stood each side of him, silent but all the while watching
her with tiny pupils in knife-like eyes.

“It’s time.”
She looked back at him, steadily.

He coughed and
spat as he glanced at the man to his right with dark eyes and hair.
Then he laughed.

“Time?” he
rasped. “Time for what?” The other two who had remained silent
laughed under their breath, like hyenas at the clean blonde staring
at them.

“To come back.”
Sam ignored their snickering laughter but her glance fell.

“Back to your
world?” His voice deepened.

“Who says?”
snickered the other blonde man to his left.

“Dieter,” Sam
replied, sharply watching for their reaction to the name.

A more sullen
expression fell over them and then they crowded in closer to each
other exchanging expressions of apprehension. He rubbed his chin
and looked back at her and for the first time he appeared to eye
Bianca.

“And who are
you?” he stated, looking ever slightly more relaxed.

Sam asserted
her position in front of Bianca by shifting a little. “Come to
Dieter with us and everything will be answered,” she protested with
a slithering voice, and she moved closer to them and the two males
either side of him jumped like skittish pups.

“You’re a
talented one.” Patrick eyed her as though she was a curious morsel.
“Is he too scared to find us alone? So he sends a bitch.” The man's
face was expressionless and his stark cold eyes fixed and stared
through her.

“Two bitches,”
added the shorter pale man with a sneer, gliding his eyes over
Bianca with a brazen sleazy expression.

The leader
ignored his friend. “We will need clothes.” He gestured as a smile
crossed his lips. The leering male beside him had an obvious
erection. Sam kept her eyes from his waist.

She caught
sight of his back-up right then, as two sets of glowing eyes became
visible through the tree ferns behind the dirty, naked men. Sam
resisted the urge to flinch or to run.

She could smell
that they were female. “We can worry about that later; the property
is on the edge of the bush land, you won’t have to shift until we
reach the door.”

“Who says we
will shift at all?”

“That’s your
choice.” She blinked, relieved they seemed to be getting
somewhere.

“Tell him to
come himself.” He attempted to turn.

“No,” Sam
ordered. The men paused.

He stopped and
narrowed his dark slit eyes. “Little girls, how old are you, ten
years, five? You have no clue what he wants.”

“He plans a
war,” she said steadily.

“Ha, that
little prick expects us to be his troops?” He shook his head,
grimaced and raised his hand which he ran along his stubble
beard.

Sam heard his
words but her eyes looked past him into the bush. “Why don’t they
transform? Are they scared?”

“No. Greta,
Agnes.” He gestured with his neck for them to come forward.

Two great
snarling beasts entered the area. The one with dark green eyes was
unusually large; Sam knew she was the Alpha. The one who spoke to
them was Patrick, her mate. The men either side of him where
Christian and Bert. Christian still stood leering, with his penis
erect.

Sam tried
again. “Dieter says he has done what you wished. He has plans to
overrun the town and timing is important.” She glanced at Bianca.
“We have been searching for you for some time, he will be
disappointed…” She swallowed. “Come back with us. You will want to
come to the house. You will want to speak to him,” she uttered
casting her blue, brown-flecked stare back over them.

They looked at
Sam as she turned, took a few strides, and shook as she stepped
into her wolf self. Bianca hurriedly followed suit, fleeing back
down the mountain towards the direction of the house.

The mountain
pack looked at each other. Sam could hear they didn’t immediately
follow and she was glad to leave them well behind her as she ran.
Paws could manage them himself from now on.

“He has been
down there too long – probably running amuck,” Greta spat in a deep
croaky voice.

“What’s it
been, twenty plus years? No, thirty?” Bert asked. None were
sure.

“These newbies
need a lesson.” Christian, the blonde, narrowed his eyes and balled
a rigid fist.

Agnes’s earthy
voice broke their conversation. “He is a part of us, and so are
those girls.”

Greta formed
into human skin. She coughed and spoke in a gravelly voice. “It
looks like curiosity is going to get the cat. He must need us for
something important or he wouldn’t have dared to wake us.” She
glowered and cleared her throat.

“He won’t
listen to us. He’s been down there creating havoc for all we know
and now he wants us to rescue him,” muttered Bert with disdain.

“Let him deal
with his own mess,” cautioned Patrick to his mate.

“Maybe one of
us can check it out?” asked Christian who was more edgy and curious
by nature. Decades ago he’d been the charmer of the group. The many
years had lagged for him and age now made him seem more
intimidating and dangerous where once charm had existed.

“We all will,
it will be just like old times,” Agnes said flatly with narrowed
eyes, as she looked towards the direction Sam fled.

Bert the quiet
dark haired male advised, “But we will put a stop to whatever he is
up to,” he said spitefully.

Blair broke the
news about his car in the downstairs bedroom and Paws stroked his
trimmed beard. The vehicle had been marked with the same symbol as
the body.

“Did you feed
Shell?” Blair asked clearly concerned.

“Did you lock
the door?” asked Paws, ignoring the question of concern for Shell.
His hair was shorter Blair wondered why he had groomed himself.

“Yes,” replied
Blair, stating the obvious, as he did many times a day in his job.
“It wasn’t alarmed.” His voice hardened, “But that hunter is
taunting me.”

“She is scared
of you, otherwise she would have killed you,” Paws insisted
narrowing his eyes in annoyance.

“Yeah, but
instead the bitch has scratched up my car.” Blair barely contained
the gritting anger in his voice. The car had been his
grandfather’s, it had never had a scratch on it. She had done
enough damage so that he was embarrassed to drive it. That’s if he
ever got the smell out.

“Any news on
the body?” he asked sternly.

“No.” He shook
his head. “She hasn’t been reported.” It didn’t mean she wouldn’t
be eventually. It was just a waiting game. The woman had been a
wolf, that was certain, her blood proved that.

Paws had his
hand over his mouth and rubbed it in thought. “Go home tonight and
keep an eye out for her. Better still, patrol the area. She’s
nearby,” Paws advised ponderingly. Narine was waiting for her to
fall into their hands. He knew they had to be smarter than to lose
their cool. Blair was worried Paws was wrong to be so complacent.
“Samantha doesn’t seem too concerned about her.”

“What happens
when she starts taking us out, instead of just taunting us?” Blair
asked, justifiably concerned.

“This huntress
is like Tormey. She wants peace. She is trying to intimidate us so
we remain in fear. Don’t play her game,” Paws advised. “We will
flush her out soon enough; she’s so close I can taste it,” he said
flippantly.

Narine just
watched, but Blair knew it was her words coming from him now.

“And what about
Shell?” Blair questioned.

“What about
her?” Paws looked annoyed. “She stays in there until she submits.”
His eyes sparkled with humour. It was evident he enjoyed teasing
her.

Blair looked
stern. It had been a trying day.

“We won’t have
to leave her in there for much longer,” soothed Narine.

Right then she
reminded Blair of a fat snake winding itself around Paws and
constricting. He pretended not to be so disagreeable.

“Sky was tamed
by the cage and so will she be, even though it’s hard for us all.”
Narine mimicked a forlorn sorrow as transparent as her motives.
Blair knew she wanted the pack.

“It was her
third warning. We were more than lenient.” Paws put his hand to his
temple; they didn’t need trouble. “If he was to even see her, do
you realize what issues it could cause for us?”

Narine again
offered some contrived compassion. “We will teach her there are
consequences and then she will comply or suffer them again – or
worse.” She gave a longing, empathetic expression.

Blair hoped
that Shelly wouldn’t do it again. People could change under the
venom, become violent, deceptive and take risks they otherwise
would never have done. He’d seen women become bitter, saw the
expression disappear from their faces, but none ever sent a shiver
down his spine the way Narine did. He knew her M.O, she was a
sociopath. She was cold in a way that was impenetrable, enigmatic,
in a way that had forgotten the sorrow that caused her to be as she
was, a creature with a deep-seated rage.

He had noted
that in contrast Shell’s demeanour however hadn’t changed. She was
placid and careful as ever. As though she’d never been turned. But
there she was locked below in the dark cage like an animal, or a
criminal, and he knew not even the worst of the worst criminals got
that treatment. He knew if they didn’t feed her, he would, and he
could easily get Sky to assist in the matter, though he knew that
might backfire. Sky had spent too long in there; it might send him
over the edge to know she was down there again.

“Sky’s going to
flip if you keep her in there long.” There he said it and he held
his breath for the reaction.

“Sky isn’t pack
leader,” Narine said sharply.

Neither are
you, thought Blair. “Yes that’s true,” he confirmed obediently,
before leaving the room, clenching a rigid fist. There was an odd
commotion upstairs. “What’s that?” They all three stilled. There
were visitors upstairs, they had been too deep in conversation to
notice at first.

The mountain
pack converged on the house under the cover of night. Like stalking
wild cats, they descended from the cover of trees, as they so
rarely had in years. They didn’t knock; rather they scaled the
balcony and let themselves in. Like acrobats, they descended on the
house. Unused to their lengthy human forms, they crouched. Sky was
polishing the dishes dry when they sprang from the outside and
soundlessly assembled in the house, seeming to appear like spiders
from the cracks in the walls.

He was too
shocked to speak.

“Got any jeans,
boy?” asked a longhaired man with bony shoulders in a gruff voice.
Patrick. Sky instantly knew they hadn’t come to fight, as wolves
rarely stopped and asked politely for pants when attempting to
kill. He knew despite their rough looks they were the humans in the
pictures that he had walked by daily in the hall. He hadn’t known
they still existed.

He grabbed a
pair of his own pants only to return and realize he needed much
more. Now a naked woman stood amongst them in a stance that
suggested she did not know her form well. She seemed unsteady and
indeed they all stood widely, as though on a boat that swayed.
“Here, I’ll get more.” He handed Patrick the jeans and stared at
the others, including a pale man with blonde hair whose reptilian
eyes followed him. Sky went into Sam’s room and pulled a jumper and
a dress from a pile on the bed and wondered if he should be so bold
as to also get a bra, but then decided against it.

From Tyler’s
room, he snatched a shirt off the floor and from Blair’s hamper he
grabbed a pile of clothes – they were dirty but the pack wasn’t
exactly on the clean side to begin with.

“When you’re
showered we can get you clean clothes.” He faced the blonde guy.
“These are for you,” he offered politely, though the man scowled in
return.