Phantom Wolf

Chapter 21

The dull glow of the single bulb cast the wolf’s face into shadow.

Then he stepped into the light, directly in front of Kelly. Glowing eyes filled with rage stared. The wolf advanced, lips pulled back into a snarl.

“It’s me, Sam. It’s me. Kelly. I know you’re in there. You won’t hurt me. You’d never hurt me.”

Crouching down to his level, Kelly spoke quietly. “Sam, I’m okay. The bad guy’s dead. He’s down. Come back to me, Sam. Come back.”

The wolf swung its massive head toward the corpse.

He attacked. Kelly shrank back against the terrible sounds of tearing flesh.

“Sam, please, come back to me.”

Her voice dropped to a painful whisper. “I’m scared. And I need you.”

The wolf lifted his head and loped over to her. Blood dripped down his muzzle, staining the sleek fur.

Kelly held out a hand in absolute trust. “You’re Samuel J. Shaymore, Mage and navy SEAL. And I know you won’t hurt me.”

“You won’t hurt me.”

The words cut through the red fury hazing Shay’s mind. Rage roared through his blood, the urge to rip and shred and tear overriding all else. Muscles and tendons shuddered with the effort to check that rage, to keep from springing forward with animal instinct.

An avalanche of emotions tumbled through him. Fear for Kelly, hatred of the one who’d dared touch her.

Feral and uncontrollable. He’d lost so much, and the rage and grief engorged him as the smell of terror cut into his wolf’s brain.

Samuel J. Shaymore, U.S. Navy SEAL.

Elemental Mage, with an Arcane lover.

Sam shook his head to clear the blinding need to attack. This was his Kelly quivering before him, his lover.

The urge to protect overrode the instinct to kill. She was scared, and someone had threatened to hurt her.

“Come back to me.”

Kelly. Her name sang through the wolf’s mind, a calm and soothing chant. She needed him.

Lifting his head, he looked at Kelly.

He looked down. Sam blinked, realizing he now stood on two legs. He’d shifted back into a man.

Voice hoarse, he reached out to pull her upright. “You’re okay? He didn’t hurt you?”

Sweat glistened on her forehead and trickled down her too-pale face. “I killed him, Sam. With these.”

He kissed the digits she flexed. “Too good for him.”

“You didn’t turn feral.”

“You kept me grounded,” he said quietly, brushing his mouth over her knuckles.

Shay clothed himself by magick. Kneeling by the dead body, he studied the look of frozen horror on the man’s face.

“I killed him with thoughts, not chants. He wanted me to kill you, said I was one of them, filled with darkness.” Horror tinged her faint voice. “Am I, Sam? How else could I summon power enough to do this?”

The terror on her face wrenched his heart. “No. I don’t know how you did this, but you’re not evil, Kelly. All this time, you’ve thought nothing for yourself, only those you want to free. Your intentions were honorable and your heart is good. Evil seeks only to seize power for itself and cares nothing for others. Evil has no compassion. It can’t love.”

They forged ahead. The tunnel ended at a stone wall with a heavy steel door set into it. The door opened noiselessly. Someone had entered the house through this corridor, wanting to keep their passage secret.

They stepped onto a landing and mounted the steps.

A faint scream sounded in the distance. Kelly froze. Sam squeezed her hand. “Steady.”

Anything could be on the door’s other side. He pulled the handle.

It opened to a cavernous room. Once it had housed a grand piano on a dais and a gleaming parquet floor. Guests had danced beneath the light of hundreds of crystals shimmering in the cut-glass chandelier.

Now it lay empty and still, the shine on the floor dulled, the chandelier dusty.

The children were here. She felt it. And beneath the sweet scent of innocence, vanilla and spring, he scented something stronger and deeper, more forceful.

Curt.

Sam drew out his weapon as they cut through the ballroom. The gilded double doors were open to the hallway. He sneaked a peek.

Empty.

They made their way down the hall, past portraits of his ancestors scowling at them from the yellow walls.

Behind two stately double doors was the library where once he’d carved her initials into shelving containing love poetry. “Because we write our own love story,” he’d told her.

Sam told her once he hated that room. Lost count of the times he’d waited for his father to lean forward in the rigid leather chair, place his palms on the English walnut desktop and begin lecturing him again.

Kicking the door open, they burst inside.

Huddled in a corner, near the polished bookshelves, were nine frightened children. Relief turned her legs to jelly, until she realized a pulsing glow surrounded them. Force field, she thought.

“Can you break it?” she asked Sam.

With a determined look, he lifted his arms. Current snapped and sizzled. Sam chanted a long spell, ancient words to vanquish and banish darkness and evil.

Somewhere in the house, several high-pitched screams sounded and then cut off. The shield holding the children vanished. Kelly rushed forward, the children embracing her, chicks around a mother hen. As she soothed them, Sam squatted down.

A little girl in a plaid jumper gave him a wary look. “Are the bad men going to take you away, too? Like they did to the other tall man who came to rescue us?”

Sam exchanged glances with Kelly. “What’s your name, honey?” Sam asked gently.

“I’m Molly.”

“That’s a pretty name, Molly. Can you tell me what happened to the tall man?”

She shook her head, fear clouding her gaze. “I don’t want to remember.”

“I know it’s scary, Molly, but I need you to be a brave girl. Pretend it’s story time and you’re telling a made-up story. Do your parents ever read you stories at night?”

“Mommy does.”

“Well, now it’s your turn. But you can share it with me. We’ll be story buddies, okay?”

A lump clogged Kelly’s throat at his gentle, kind patience. Molly nodded. “Okay.”

“What were the bad men like?”

“They were short, and smelled nasty. And then they brought in this tall man,” the girl lisped. “He had dark hair with white sides. He smelled nice, like pinecones.”

Curt’s hair was dark brown, touched by silver at his temples.

“The tall man started glowing, like my daddy does when he’s using his magick. But one of the bad men grabbed Joshua and put his hands around his neck, and said if he didn’t stop, he’d hurt Joshua.” Molly began to cry. Kelly hugged her, murmuring assurances.

Concern punctuated Sam’s expression. “Joshua?”

A boy about eight nodded solemnly.

“You okay, son?”

At his nod, Sam looked relieved. “He’s okay, Molly. See? Nothing happened to him. Go on, honey. Finish the story.”

“The bad men and the tall man talked. The tall man got this funny look. Then he smiled at us and told us everything would be okay. We’d be with our parents soon. Then the bad men left with the tall man.”

“Molly, do you know where the tall man went?”

“We heard sounds down there.”

The girl pointed to the floor. Kelly exchanged glances with Sam. “The basement,” he said tightly. “When the guys get here, we’ll head down.”

He called his teammates. “Get up here. Upstairs library, south end. Nine to evacuate.”

Kelly removed her pack and plucked a worn copy of Green Eggs and Ham off the shelf. She settled on the floor to read to the children. Finally, a vehicle tore down the gravel driveway and skidded to a stop. Relief spilled over Sam’s face as he lifted the lace curtain with the back of a hand.

“J.T. and Dallas are here.”

Minutes later, the two SEALs stormed into the room, weapons drawn, greasepaint smearing their faces. The children screamed.

“Dial it down. I only need to you evacuate,” Sam said.

Dallas scowled. “You said exterminate. Damn, Shay, get a new phone.”

The two SEALs studied the cringing children. “They okay?” Dallas asked.

“Can you take them someplace where they’ll be safe until we can locate their parents?” Kelly asked.

J.T. considered. “My sister’s got room. Ever since she became an empty nester, she complains it’s too quiet.”

He looked down at their new charges. “You look like a fierce bunch of tangos. Guess I’ll have to surrender.”

“Navy SEALs never surrender,” a boy cried out.

“Never. Except to aliens with death ray guns.” Dallas winked at Kelly and pointed a finger at J.T., who dramatically clasped his chest.

“Not...the death ray gun! Kids, help me! Quick, let’s head for the starship.” JT staggered back.

“Parked conveniently out front,” Dallas added.

The children gathered around, fear turning to fascination. Leaving the SEALs to take charge, Sam and Kelly hurried downstairs.

At the basement door, Kelly shivered. She’d always hated coming down here to do laundry. Despite the bright lights Sam insisted his father install, shadows still darkened the corners.

Sam opened the door and flipped the light switch. Nothing.

He fished the penlight out of his cargo pants and then palmed his pistol. “Watch your step.”

The wood stairs creaked with age as they descended into darkness. Anything could lurk down here. But no sound except for an ominous, steady drip met them.

When they reached the landing, Sam flashed the light around the cavernous space. In a corner, a shadow moved. Kelly’s heart raced.

“Over there,” she whispered.

Sam flicked the penlight as she pointed. The shadow darted away. The stench of sulfur filled the air, mixed with a sharp smell of wine turning to vinegar. “Who’s there? Are you injured?” he called out.

No answer. He handed her the flashlight. “I’m fixing the lights.”

Hand shaking badly, she swept the beam into the corner. Not a demon. A girl, tears streaking her pale face, huddled in the corner. Inky-black hair spilled over her naked, trembling body. Shaking uncontrollably, she rocked back and forth.

Though she looked no older than eighteen, bleakness shadowed her face, as if she had lived many, many more years. The girl buried her face into her arms.

“What’s your name?” Kelly asked gently.

“Keira.”

“Are you hurt?”

The pencil-thin light showed her head shake. “You’re safe now, Keira. We’re here to help.”

“Finally. Got it.”

Shay snapped a switch and light blazed in the room. He uttered a low curse.

Kelly turned around.

Oh, gods, oh, gods, oh, gods. Bile rose in her throat. Wearing only the shredded remains of dark trousers, Curt lay prone on a raised wooden platform, arms and legs stretched tight. Manacles encircled his bruised, bleeding wrists, and his ankles were attached to thick steel chains secured to each corner.

Blood seeped from deep gouges on his muscled torso, chest and arms, trickling off the platform to form viscous pools. So much blood she barely could see skin. Only his taut, handsome face remained unmarked.

“Son of a bitch.” Sam leaned over his commander, checking his pulse. “Still alive.”

He dumped his backpack and tore into a small first-aid kit. Sam ripped open a package of fresh gauze. “Put pressure on the wounds bleeding the most. He’s losing too much blood and needs an evac. Have to go upstairs, signal’s too low.”

Cell in hand, he darted up the stairs. Kelly stared helplessly at the commander. So much blood, it was hard to tell which injuries were worst. She pressed gauze against a long furrow on his chest.

It resembled a claw mark.

Sam returned, grabbing pieces of gauze. “They’re at least twenty minutes out. Locals keep a chopper stationed nearby at the new fire station.”

Somehow she knew. “The new fire station you funded, along with the trauma copter.”

A rough nod from Sam.

Lieutenant Commander Curtis stirred, blinking his eyes. Jaw tensing, Sam leaned over his CO. “Curt, it’s Shay. Kel’s with me. Hang on, buddy. Trauma copter’s coming.”

Curt moaned.

At the painful sound, the girl cried out. Kelly turned. Overhead light reflected an eerie glow in her green eyes as Keira stared at Curt like a wounded animal.

When he raised his head, she shrieked and pushed back against the wall. “He’s awake, oh, no. Don’t,” she whimpered. “Don’t make me hurt him again. Please. Not again, not again.”

“Kelly!” Sam’s voice was sharp. “Never mind her. Get these chains off him. I’ve got to pack his wounds.”

Using her powers, Kelly broke the chains. They fell to the floor with a heavy thud.

Face squeezed tight, the commander slowly moved, hissing through clenched teeth. “Easy now,” Shay soothed. “Muscles are stretched tight. Who the hell did this?”

“Centurion demons,” the girl whispered from the corner. “Condemned to wander the earth for deserting their legion, they search for a brave warrior for me to torture and so they can claim his strength to free themselves.”

Curt seized Kelly’s wrist with surprising strength. “Go,” he whispered through cracked lips. “Take the girl...find the children, get out...before they return.”

“They won’t.” Kelly gently squeezed his hand. “Shay reclaimed the house with a protective spell. Nothing evil can penetrate.”

Agony flickered in Curt’s gaze. “The children...Demons told me when I died, they’d start on them. Couldn’t...let that happen.”

So he’d held out, enduring the pain, refusing to die. A lump clogged Kelly’s throat as she squeezed his hand again. “Your courage saved them. They’re unharmed. J.T. and Dallas are bringing them to a safe place.”

“Base not secure...”

“J.T’s sister’s house, until their parents can be found.” Sam applied pressure to a nasty gash directly over Curt’s heart. “Don’t talk. Save your strength.”

“Sons of bitches got the jump.” Curt’s eyes opened, anger blazing there, fueling his strength. “Rogers texted. Missing kids were here. Sending private jet to base. Walked out to meet the pilot, next thing I remember, I was in the library with ten bastards. Smelled like a Roman orgy. Showed me the children, said if I didn’t cooperate, they’d suffer. Then they dragged me down here, in chains... Ahhh!”

The commander screamed as Sam pressed against his torso, trying to stanch the blood flow. Sam jerked his hand away.

“This wound’s been stitched. Kel, hand me the scissors and tweezers from the kit.”

With extreme care, he snipped open the threads. He used the tweezers to probe and then remove a pointed metal object from Curt’s body. Kelly’s stomach roiled as he held it up.

Two interlaced crescent moons the size of a silver dollar.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Some kind of magick amulet. I’ve never seen it before.”

Whoever had done this had torn open his skin and inserted the pendant. Then he’d sewn the skin back up, sealing the pointed symbol inside to cause excruciating pain.

“They packed it into the wound to torture him,” Sam said tightly.

“No!”

They turned around. In the corner, Keira shook her head. “Not hurt. I did it to protect him from bite of the wolf.”

His entire body trembling in rage, Sam shook the amulet. “You did this to him?”

A shaky nod confirmed his suspicions. Keira lowered her head into her arms and sobbed. With a snort of disgust, Sam tossed down the amulet.

“The demons forced me to hurt him,” Keira said, crying. “I could not let my wolf kill him.”

The sounds of weeping tore at Kelly’s heart. She hesitated. Whatever the girl had done, she hadn’t done willingly.

With her help, Sam managed to bandage the worst injuries. His worried gaze met hers. “That damn chopper better get here quick. He needs a hospital, or he’s going to die.”

A low growl from the corner iced Kelly’s blood. Chills ran up her spine as she dared to turn around.

Keira was gone, replaced by a black wolf bigger than a Shetland pony. This wolf made Shay’s animal look like a toy poodle. Stunned, Kelly backed away. The beast raked its enormous claws over the concrete floor, leaving gouge marks matching the ones on Curt. Then the wolf raised its head, a silent plea in those green eyes. A moment of fierce connection flared between them.

Like her, this wolf had been a victim.

Shay moved forward, blocking Kelly in a protective manner. The wolf growled. Clenching his fists, Shay growled back. Sparks shimmered around him. Amber flashed in his gaze. He was going to shift.

Kelly placed a calming hand on his arm, feeling fur ripple along the skin. She drew him aside.

“Don’t, Sam. She doesn’t mean us harm. She’s scared.”

“Right. And she didn’t mean to turn Curt into shredded beef. Let me at her.”

“So you can turn feral, forget me, forget him?” Kelly stroked a single finger down his cheek. “Your commander needs you, soldier. So do I.”

Gritting his teeth, Sam closed his eyes. She could see the enormous effort it took to leash the spiraling fury. Finally he dragged in a huge breath and opened his eyes.

They were a normal hazel, shaded with green.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “For Curt, and for her.”

He looked around, puzzled. “Where did she go?”

Kelly glanced down at the floor. The pendant had vanished, along with the wolf.