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“Fine, but not if it gets to the point where you might die.”


“Accepted.” Arrowing his senses to a fine laser point, he sliced the shields in half.

For a moment, there was nothing. True silence. Pure calm.

Then agony streaked through every nerve ending, every synapse, every sense he possessed. He heard Brenna scream and the protective core of him refused to allow that. He threw up an instinctive block against a connection that shouldn’t have existed and had the satisfaction of hearing her shudder in relief. A second later, the pain blanked everything from his mind.





CHAPTER 46


Shoshanna Scott met her husband, Henry, in their living quarters after their operations had been completed. Ashaya Aleine’s closest aide, the one who had implanted them in the first place, had done the retraction. It had taken an hour each, the procedures complicated by the way the implants had integrated into their neural cells.

“How do you feel?”

“A slight headache and some weakness in my limbs but that’s supposed to pass.” Henry answered her question in the spirit in which it had been asked. Concentrating on the physical. They were husband and wife for propaganda purposes only—the humans and changelings seemed to like the idea of a couple in the Council.

“I’m much the same.” She took a seat beside him. “It’s to our advantage that we were implanted after the others.” It had given them plenty of warning of the experimental implants’ catastrophic failure. “It’s a pity the implants were so degraded they won’t be able to reverse engineer them.”

“Perhaps we should rethink the idea of storing backup files on the Net.”

“No.” Shoshanna agreed with the other Councilors on this, shortsighted though many of their decisions were. “We upload it, we chance a leak. Aleine will be able to put it all back together.”

“It will take months if not years for her to get back to where she was before the sabotage.” Henry shifted. “It’s disconcerting to have to return to this ineffectual method of communication.”

During the past two months, they had been functioning as a flawless psychic unit, sharing every thought. However, they hadn’t quite become one mind—Shoshanna was aware that she’d wielded more power in the unit. It proved the theory that there must always be a controlling mind. For example, the eight below them had been unable to merge into Henry’s and Shoshanna’s minds but the reverse hadn’t held true. “We’ll return to it one day. What’s the status of the remaining four participants?”

“Alive but agitated.”

Shoshanna stood. “Take care of it.”

“I already have.” Henry mirrored her stance. Their minds were still attuned on a level beyond the norm, but without the implant, that link would eventually fade. “I gave a final order prior to the removal of my implant. They’ll end their own lives one after the other during the next eight hours.”

“Excellent.” What it was to truly wield the power of life and death—the others knew nothing of this. If they had, they would’ve pushed Protocol I faster instead of insisting on the current snail’s pace. “That ties things up nicely.” Now they had to ensure the Council didn’t backpedal from the idea. It had to go ahead. Shoshanna intended to become a queen in truth, to hold lives in the palm of her hand.





CHAPTER 47


Brenna’s wolf was going crazy trapped inside of her. “Baby, please.” Judd’s head remained unmoving in her lap as she stroked his hair off his forehead over and over. It had been three hours since he’d gone down, taking her share of the pain as well as his own. The only thing keeping her from breaking apart was the certain knowledge that he was alive. She knew it in her soul. They were bonded whether anyone could see it or not.

Full dark had fallen long ago, along with the temperature. Judd’s lips had begun to turn blue three minutes ago, as if some internal battery had died. Everything in her wanted to run for help, but he had made her promise not to let anyone else interfere. Her hand clenched on her phone as she ran her eyes over his body. His chest moved up and down. His breath came out. But he was so cold, so scarily cold. Colder than the snow.

This wasn’t right. He was Pack. What he’d done so many times for the others should be his due now. To lean on Pack was no shame. Except that she knew he was too proud, too used to standing alone. But she couldn’t watch him die. “I’m sorry, my darling.” She flipped open the phone . . . and found it dead.

Throwing it aside, she began a frantic search of Judd. Nothing. But she knew he always carried a phone. Her mind went back to the image of him pulling on his jacket in the clearing. It had to have fallen out then. “No.”