Blooded

“Did someone say my name?” Danny Walker strode into the kitchen, looking his usual rakish self. His chestnut hair tangled in his eyes and a devilish grin played on his lips. Danny was a fairly recent transplant from England, having joined the U.S. Northern Territories, my father’s Pack, a mere five years ago. Changing Packs didn’t happen often—only when someone wanted to relocate, or if their other Pack wasn’t a great fit. He and my brother had been attached at the hip ever since he’d arrived. He winked at me as he sat. “My ears were just burning. So what’s the gossip, then? I’ve just been informed Mitch is barely recovering from quite a thrashing last night. Can’t say the bloke didn’t deserve it, but the rumor is he’s holding on by only this much.” He put his fingers a fraction apart. “Wouldn’t want to be in his shoes right now, poor bugger.”

I was glad to hear he wasn’t dead. If he was still alive, it meant he’d likely get to keep his life. And even though Mitch was a total douche, since the fight had been my challenge, his death would’ve been on me.

“The bastard shouldn’t be allowed to live.” Tyler shoveled another huge bite of food into his mouth. “Fighting…females…is beneath…us.”

“Hello.” I thwacked my spoon on his arm. “I’m sitting right here. I don’t see any females beneath you right now.” I mocked scanning the floor under his chair. “You just wish there were.” My brother was six-foot-five, with blond hair and a ridiculous set of dimples. Getting the ladies beneath him was not a problem. “And females can fight just fine. At least this one can. Especially when most of the young wolves have zero tactics, other than using their brute strength. It’s sad really.”

Danny grinned beside me. “Well, maybe you’d be willing to teach me some of your smart tactics a bit later. I’d be a grateful student, and I could sorely use some good one-on-one. That sounds quite nice, actually.”

I chose to ignore his innuendo, as usual. “Danny, I’ve seen you fight and you don’t need any lessons from me. You’d kill me immediately, and where’s the sport in that?” I had no idea how old Danny was, but he was a skilled fighter and an extremely dangerous wolf. He and Tyler sparred regularly. They were both powerhouses, wolves I knew better than to go up against. “Seriously, that English accent of yours lets you get away with saying the stupidest crap.” I laughed. “And it all sounds like a compliment.”

“I aim to please.” He reached for a plate of blueberry pancakes, along with an industrial-size bottle of syrup.

“We don’t need tactics. All we really need are these.” My brother flexed his arms. His giant biceps bounced once, then solidified into stones like they weren’t playing around anymore. “Why on Earth would we mess with perfection?” He gave me a dimpled smile.

“Ha.” I chuckled. “The last time you came anywhere near perfection was when you were ten and stood up for Nick. You made his life a little more bearable around here, and that had nothing to do with using your big, powerful guns.”

My brother’s face grew serious for a moment. He took his role as Nick’s protector to heart. Nick was like a brother to both of us. “So if you aren’t really leaving the Compound, what do you think is going to happen now? The tension around here is at an all-time high. It’s so thick you can almost see the edges. With Mitch all banged up, it’s going to get uglier. The wolves are going to be pissed.”

“I wish I knew,” I said. “I’m not looking forward to it, I can tell you that much.”

“It would be a lot easier if I could still hear you in my head,” Tyler grumbled. “Then your safety would be less of an issue. You could let me know if something was going on from anywhere on the Compound, and I could take care of it like that.” He snapped his fingers. “If you refuse to have a bodyguard and I can’t hear you, you’re taking your life in your own hands.”

“My life has always been in my own hands,” I quipped. “But you’re right; if you could hear me again, it would make the upcoming challenges easier to navigate.” As twins, my brother and I had been born with the ability to talk to each other telepathically. Every Pack wolf had that ability with the Alpha, to ensure their survival, but it was highly unusual for us to have it with each other. Dr. Jace had attributed it to our kin-bond, but he’d only been guessing. The connection had never worked consistently, and had run from Tyler to me better than the other way around, which had been cause for constant irritation when we were kids. But, no matter what, it’d always been invaluable when I found myself in trouble. Tyler would hear me even if I hadn’t “called out” on purpose, and he’d always find me. The tenuous communication line had blinked off suddenly when he’d made his first shift—a little over two years ago. Now there was only dead space.

“We’ll find a way to take care of you,” Danny said. “Nothing to worry about.”

I snorted milk out of my nose. “Oh, Danny,” I said, covering my mouth, coughing slightly. “‘Nothing to worry about’? That’s incredibly funny. You can’t take care of me any more than you can tell the wolves how they should feel. The Cain Myth makes it impossible for them to be anything but biased against me, and you know it. They believe it to the letter, which equals worry and fear with no breaks in between.”

Danny shook his head. “Yes, the mysterious Cain Myth. The silly one citing you as the true Daughter of Evil?” He put air quotes around “Daughter of Evil” and said it in a snarky voice. “That somehow, some way, your birth has kick-started the end to our race as we know it? You know, it’s really too bad I wasn’t around when the hubbub started all those years ago. I’m telling you, English blokes are much more rooted in reality. We’re known for our infallible sensibilities, and I could’ve used my ridiculously charming wiles to explain to these American wolves the difference between true myth and reality.”

“That’s rich,” I said. “When our reality means werewolves, vamps, witches, and demons all exist. Most of our myths and legends are all true anyway—you guys are why fairy tales exist, so why wouldn’t the Cain Myth be true?” Intrinsically I knew I wasn’t evil, but it didn’t matter. “That’s the rationale the wolves use, anyway. If supes exist, the Cain Myth can exist. It’s concrete enough and they revile me for it.”