Chapter Eleven
Lana couldn’t decide if she should laugh or lock herself in her bedroom. “A werewolf? You’re joking, right?”
He shook his head with the soberness of a funeral-parlor director.
Her throat tightened, and a half laugh seemed to be the only thing that opened it up. The Foundation dealt with all kinds of paranormal creatures, but she didn’t remember hearing about how to deal with werewolves at any point during her training. In fact, they weren’t even mentioned. For all she knew, Byron suffered from delusions of grandeur.
She lifted her chin and fought to keep the hysteria from rising in her voice. “Prove it to me, then. Change into a wolf.”
“I can’t. It’s not the full moon. Only the strongest of werewolves can shift at other times of the month.”
God, maybe he really is a nutcase. Only someone like that would want to sleep with me. “Listen, if this is just some attempt to prove to me that you’re capable of hunting vampires—”
He seized her shoulders and shook her a couple of times until she stared into his face. The strength of his grasp startled her, but not as much as the eerie yellow glow that radiated from his eyes. A low growl rumbled from his chest, and her heart skipped a beat. Whatever he was, he wasn’t human. “Does this convince you?”
She licked her lips, unsure what to say. “Maybe.”
He shoved her away, turned on his heel and ran his fingers through his hair. “I should have known you’d be this stubborn when I told you the truth. Those scars on my chest—they came from a werewolf attack. The man I call my uncle took me into his pack when my own family wanted nothing to do with me. He had a habit of doing that. You know, rescuing newly turned and abandoned werewolves. We joked that we were his own collection of Lost Boys.”
The way his voice cracked as he told her about his past made her chest tighten and her eyes burn. Could he actually be telling her the truth? “How old were you?”
“Almost eight. I was the youngest, by far. Most of the guys come into the pack somewhere in their teens. I mean, puberty is bad enough, but when you have to deal with becoming a monster once every month…”
The corners of her mouth twitched. “At least you have some idea of how girls feel when we’re PMSing.”
He glanced at her over his shoulder. His mouth hung open at her lighthearted attempt to make a joke. “Lana, I’m being serious here.”
“So am I. You’ve never seen me attack a carton of Ben and Jerry’s.” She stepped forward and grazed his hand with her own. “I want to believe you.”
“But you don’t.” He sighed and threaded their fingers together. “At least you’re not running away screaming.”
“You haven’t given me a reason to run.”
“Not yet, anyway.”
A knock at the door ended their conversation, much to her relief. She’d ask the Foundation about the existence of werewolves later. Until then, she had to convince Byron and his “pack” to stay away from the vampires.
He opened the door and at least a dozen men poured into her tiny condo. He greeted them all by name and thanked them for coming. As far as she could tell, they all looked like normal guys, varying in age from their late teens to their forties. When the steady stream dried up, he frowned. “Where’s Alan?”
The smallest guy adjusted his glasses. “He, um, refused to come.”
A scowl darkened Byron’s face. “Figures. But now that the rest of you are here, let’s form a game plan. Lana here is a vampire hunter.”
A dozen heads turned to her, and her muscles stiffened. She hated being the center of attention, and she especially hated people knowing her occupation. If the Foundation knew about this, they’d send her packing to Little Rock or Bozeman or some other hick town.
She gave them an awkward wave.
“Her partner, Espe, has been kidnapped by a vampire named Klaus. He’s the same son of a bitch who’s responsible for Eddie’s murder, right down to the German accent.”
A collective growl rippled through the room and caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand up. She noticed a faint yellow glow in their eyes. Her heart hammered against her ribs.
Maybe he was telling the truth.
“He’s setting a trap for her at the Mardi Gras, but how many of you think that yellow bloodsucker will be there in person?” A few men snickered. “Exactly. What I’d like to do is send some of you down there to deal with his underlings while the rest of us try and catch his scent and track him down.”
“Yeah, I noticed the stench when I arrived,” the smallest one said. His cheeks grew slightly pink as he turned to her. “Not that I was referring to you, Lana. It’s just that vampires have a unique smell.” He paused and drew in a deep breath. “You, on the other hand, smell quite nice actually.”
“Greg, stop it right now.” The low snarl in Byron’s voice left little room for argument.
“Of course. You’re the boss.”
So that’s how it was. They weren’t just members of his pack, they were his pack. He led, and they followed. No wonder his tone became harsh and no-nonsense when he spoke to them.
“So how do you want to divide us up, Byron?” one of the older members of the pack asked.
“You know your strengths. I want the better fighters to stake out the Mardi Gras. Klaus said he’d send a limo over there in about an hour and a half. You’ll know it by the smell.” A few more snickers traveled around the room. “Take some of Greg’s wooden-tipped bullets with you. Now that we know they work, there’s no need to bloody ourselves with hand-to-hand combat.”
“But what if we want to rip their heads off?” another asked.
Instead of discouraging the idea, Byron just grinned. “Just remember you’ll be in a public place. Eddie always preached about the importance of discretion.”
A few of the men shuffled on their feet and cast uncomfortable glances in her direction.
“Don’t worry about her. She’s a vampire hunter. She’s used to dealing with things most normal people refuse to believe exist.” He caught her gaze in a challenge as if to say, Are you going to believe me now?
One side of her mouth rose higher than the other, creating what she’d heard referred to as her token You’re full of it smile.
“As for the rest of you, I need the best trackers to come with me. Go into Espe’s room, get a hold of her scent, and let’s find her before that Klaus asshole makes her lunch.”
The men sprang into action. Four of them slipped into the bedroom he pointed to and started sniffing Espe’s pillows. The rest opened the boxes Greg set out on the table and began loading their guns.
She stepped forward to stop them before they got themselves all killed, but Byron caught her and pushed her back into her bedroom.
“No, Lana, let them do it.”
“But—”
“No ‘buts’. When the vampires murdered Eddie, they broke the treaty.”
Her hands curled into fists. “You had a fucking treaty with vampires?”
“Not me. Eddie formed it years ago with the local vampires before I even joined the pack. Basically, they agreed to stay away from our ranch, and we agreed not to hunt them. You see, you’re not the only one who thinks the world would be a better place without bloodsuckers.”
“But why the hell did he agree to it?”
“Because, I told you, most of the werewolves Eddie took in were young and confused. He did it to protect us while he taught us what it meant to be a werewolf and how to handle our new condition. If he didn’t, the vampires probably would have wiped us out years ago.”
She peered out into the main room at the grim faces of the men preparing for battle. The pack’s loyalty to one man spoke of his influence over them. No wonder Byron seemed so determined to have his revenge. “Eddie must have been one helluva man.”
Sadness darkened his eyes. “He was. I only hope I can be half the man he was.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat. The more she knew about Byron, the more her heart ached for him. She wanted to take him in her arms and kiss his pain away. How could she have come to care so much for someone she’d only met three days ago? “Where do I fit into your plan?”
“You stay here. Let us deal with him.”
Her joints locked into place. “Not a chance, wolf-boy. This was the Foundation’s fight long before it was yours, and Klaus is playing games with me now, not you. I’m the one he wants.”
“Which is exactly why you’re going to wait in your room until we kill him.”
“Bullshit.” She shoved him aside and opened the mini-arsenal in her closet. She grabbed a custom-made holster for her stake and strapped it to her thigh. “I’m a trained vampire hunter. This is what I do for a living.”
“You’re also my mate, and I’ll be damned if I let anything happen to you.” As soon as he said the words, he looked like he wanted to puke.
“Your mate?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and a low hiss blew through his teeth. “I’ll explain later.”
“Just because we slept together doesn’t make me your property.” She dug out her small crossbow and snatched a bundle of bolts for it.
“It’s more than that.”
“Then what?”
He took her face in his hands and kissed her. At first, he seemed to be trying to bend her to his will, pillaging her mouth with his tongue. But then, something changed. His kiss softened, pleading with her to accept him with each gentle twist of his tongue.
She eased into him and allowed the heat to flow through her body. Ever since last night, she knew something had changed between them, but it terrified her to admit it. She could fall in love with him so easily. It felt like he’d been made especially for her, and his absence would leave an empty void in her soul.
All the more reason not to let him continue on this suicide mission.
“Byron, we—” Greg’s voice came from the doorway and they jumped apart, ending the kiss far sooner than she would’ve liked. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“It’s okay.” Byron pressed his lips against her cheek one more time before devoting his full attention to his friend. “Everyone ready?”
“Yeah. Pete even thinks he may have a lead on Espe’s scent.”
“Then let’s go.”
Lana slung the crossbow over her shoulder and tucked the bolts into a specially designed harness that she could strap onto her arm. “I’m coming with you.”
“No, you’re staying.” He practically growled at her, and she caught the flash in his eyes.
He might lead the pack, but she wasn’t a member of it. “Get used to disappointment.”