Gunmetal Magic (Kate Daniels #5.5)(79)
Author: Ilona Andrews

“I will reinforce the wards on the south wing again,” Kate said. “It won’t stop him, but it may make it harder for him.”

The alpha Jackals looked like they wanted to tear their hair out.

“Patience,” Curran said. “We can’t pull that chain, because there is a child attached to the other end of it. We’ll stalk him like a deer, with all the cunning and calculation we have. Jackals have a reputation as scavengers, but all of us know better. All of us here have seen Clan Jackal families bring down deer and moose. There is honor in taking prey much larger than yourself, especially if that prey is smart and difficult to trap.”

There was a reason why Curran was the Beast Lord.

“He may be a god,” Curran continued, “but he’s in our world now and he’s alone. Together we’re smarter, more cunning, and more vicious. Patience.”

The Jackals switched from agitation to a terrifying steely determination. “Patience,” Geraldine repeated, as if tasting it on her tongue to get the full meaning of the word.

Colin nodded. “AJ is a professor of cultural anthropology. He may know an expert.”

Five minutes later they had come up with six names and left.

“It won’t hold them for long,” Jim said, a few moments after the door closed behind them. “When the parents return, they will whip the clan into a frenzy.”

“Then we need to resolve it before the parents return.” Curran looked at Raphael and me. “What do you need?”

“A deer,” I said.

“I’m sorry?” Jim said.

“He said that Kate would know where the shield was and to tell her to bring another deer,” Raphael elaborated.

Curran looked at his mate. Something passed between them, some sort of wordless conversation only they understood.

“Hell no,” Curran said.

“They can’t summon it by themselves and you can’t get involved,” Kate said.

Curran’s eyes turned into molten gold. “Are you out of your mind? It took you, me, and five vampires and we barely got away. He has your scent now. Nobody goes to see him twice.”

“Nobody except me.” She gave him her psycho look.

The Beast Lord clenched his jaw.

Kate smiled at him.

The tension was so thick you could cut it into slices and serve it on toast. Of all control freaks, Curran was the worst and he existed convinced that Kate was made of fragile glass. I understood it. I completely understood. He was in exactly the same place I had been a couple of hours before: watching someone you love dive headfirst into danger and not being able to do a damn thing about it. It was difficult to watch and harder to live through.

“There are hard battles and there is suicide,” Curran said.

“Agreed. I have a plan,” Kate said.

Curran raised his hands, inviting the miraculous plan to come forth.

“The volhv serves Chernobog, who presides over the dead and fallen in battle. This is his area of expertise.”

“I’d like to be in on this discussion,” Raphael said.

“Me, too,” I added.

“The shield belongs to a draugr,” Curran said. “It’s an undead, unkillable giant.”

“How unkillable?” I asked.

“We couldn’t kill it,” Kate said.

“Both of you at the same time?” Raphael asked.

She nodded.

Great.

“We won’t be trying to kill him,” Kate said. “He’s confined by wards, but once we take his shield and carry it past the ward line, the protective spells may fail. We can’t let him rampage around, because he eats people. That’s where the volhv comes in. Roman will have to rebind the draugr.”

“Can he even do this?” Curran asked.

“Well, we’ll have to ask him,” Kate said.

There was more planning and discussing and talking, and at the end of it, I was so tired, I couldn’t see straight. The draugr was really bad news. I said that we needed extra firepower, the kind that would work during magic.

“Galahad warheads,” I told them. Strictly speaking it wasn’t a warhead, but rather an arrowhead that fit into a custom crossbow and carried a magic charge that would take down an elephant or a giant, for whom it was invented in Wales. In my time with the Order I had managed to order two cases of them from the UK. I even had the new bow to go with them.

Shortly after that, Barabas dragged Raphael off to talk about some sort of important thing that couldn’t wait. Kate led me to a room that had a bed, and I collapsed into it, fur and all. The Pack bed was so soft. Like floating on a cloud.

Fatigue weighed me down. I closed my eyes, feeling the ache humming through my legs. Shouldn’t have sat down…yawn…straight after running…yawn. Should’ve walked it off…first…

I stood in the water. It splashed past my ankles, dark blue-green and warm. Soft mud squished beneath my feet. I made fists with my toes and watched a bright green cloud of powdery silt rise from the river’s bottom, swirling around my legs. Patches of reeds grew, stretching into the river, bending lightly in the wind, as though they were whispering gossip to each other. In the distance, across the vast expanse of water, the sun was setting or rising, a small ball of yellow hovering at the edge of low dark hills, the silver-nacre sky around it painted with pink and yellow.

I looked over my shoulder. A yellow shore greeted me, touched with patches of bright green grass, and beyond it palms stretched upward.

We were definitely not in Kansas anymore.

A slender bird walked past me on long legs. It had a curved neck and a long beak and I realized it was a heron.

A presence brushed against me, saturated with magic. I turned. A jackal the size of a rhino waded into the river downstream from me and lapped the water, watching me with golden eyes.

Right. I was standing in the Nile, watching Anapa, and this was not an ordinary dream. There were rules to this dream. No promises, no striking of bargains, in fact, no talking. Nobody yet had managed to get into a shitty bargain with a god by keeping their mouth shut.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” The Jackal-Anapa raised his head and looked into the distance, at the sun. “Do you like the way it smells?”

It smelled verdant. It smelled like the moisture of the river mixing with the fragrance of dry grasses from the shore, and flowers, and fish, and rich mud. It smelled like the sort of place where life would flourish and hunting would be plentiful.

“It’s your father’s blood. It calls to you,” the Jackal said.