“I guess this explains the earthquakes,” Montgomery said softly. Then he frowned. “But … shark? Are there sharks in the Talulah River?”
“No,” Simon replied. “The Sharkgard don’t tend any of the freshwater lakes or rivers.”
“Maybe the words are a symbol to mean something else?”
Henry nodded. “At least where the shark is concerned. But falling water indicates Talulah Falls. That’s clear enough.”
Montgomery studied the words. “Hide the children. She said those words and ‘shark’ twice.”
“Maybe it means a predator that would threaten the children on Great Island,” Tess said. “But it could be referring to the Falls or to Lakeside. We think Meg was referring to herself with the scar reference.”
“No, I don’t think she was.” Montgomery removed a color photo from an envelope and set it gently on the table. “I think Ms. Corbyn may have been referring to this girl.”
Simon didn’t see anything remarkable about the girl, except … Were those evenly spaced scars on the left side of her face?
“The Falls police found the remains of four humans in the same basement where they found the Sanguinati who was killed,” Montgomery said. “One of the girls was a cassandra sangue.”
Simon felt his canines lengthen. “You’re not showing this to Meg.”
“If she knows this girl …” Montgomery began.
“Not today,” Henry said firmly when Simon and Blair snarled at the lieutenant. “Meg needs to stay quiet today. And there is something more Simon needs to tell you. We don’t know if the knowledge will help anyone in Talulah Falls at this point, but the trouble is too close to Lakeside now, so we agreed that the police need to know about this.”
Simon stared at the photo. A blood prophet like Meg, dead.
He was leader. He might be sick and scared today, but he was leader of the Lakeside Courtyard, and no matter what the police or other terra indigene thought, Meg was not going to be in a picture like that.
“Mr. Wolfgard?” Montgomery said.
So careful, like the man had been careful after the storm. Suspecting the truth about Simon’s excessive aggression when Meg had been hurt but smart enough not to ask outright about the cause.
“When I found Meg in the bathroom, bleeding so much, I … licked up some of the blood to clean the wound.” Simon swallowed, craving water. Craving something much richer than water. “I thought it would make me angry so I could help her, protect her.” He looked into Montgomery’s eyes. “Like it did before.”
Montgomery nodded his understanding. “But it didn’t make you angry?”
“No. Well, it did for a moment, but then it made me feel good—so good I couldn’t focus on helping Meg or … She wanted me to write down the words, and I tried. But all I wanted was to lie there and feel good.” He remembered the erection, his human form’s desire for sex and something more than sex. But he couldn’t remember doing anything but feeling good.
“Are you all right now?”
Something in Montgomery’s voice. Simon forced himself to concentrate.
“No. I’m … not right yet.”
“You’re describing an experience that matches a drug called feel-good, so it’s not surprising you reacted that way. It’s as addictive as an opiate.” Montgomery paused and looked at the Others. “It’s addictive, and there has been at least one reported death from an overdose. The person just stopped making an effort to survive.”
An uneasy silence. Then Henry said, “Simon has been in a passive haze for most of the day, unable to fend for himself or defend himself.”
“I see.” Montgomery took a careful breath before asking, “Are you certain you didn’t ingest anything else. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure the drug you’ve been calling gone over wolf comes from the blood of the cassandra sangue,” Simon said. “And I’m sure this feel-good also comes from the prophet’s blood.”
Addictive? Would this hollowness and craving go away? Or would he turn on Meg and bite her for another taste? And how could two things so different in effect come from the same source? Because his reaction to Meg’s blood had changed almost between one lick and the next. How? Why?
Montgomery sat back. “I’d like to discuss this information with Dr. Lorenzo in strictest confidence.”
“If anyone finds out …” Simon warned.
“I understand the danger, Mr. Wolfgard. I do. I also know Dr. Lorenzo is scheduled to check on Ms. Corbyn tomorrow morning. I’d like to meet with all of you then.”
“Not Meg.” Simon felt everyone stare at him. He picked up the paper that held the words of the prophecy, and he picked up the photo of the other blood prophet.
Was this Jean, the friend Meg often mentioned? The friend who had defied the people controlling the girls by insisting she had a name and not just a designation?
“We will listen to what you and Dr. Lorenzo have to say about these drugs, and then I’ll talk to Meg.”
“Very well.” Montgomery stood. “Unless there is something else, I need to get back to the station.”
“There’s nothing,” Simon said.
He waited until Montgomery went downstairs, then sprang to his feet. Or tried to. Still shaky, still …
He whined when he saw the fur on his hands, how the fingers were changing shape despite his effort to stop them from shifting.
“It’s all right. You stayed human until he left the room,” Vlad said, his voice rich with sympathy. “Simon, you need rest.”
He didn’t need rest. He needed Meg.
“I’m going home.” He handed the photo and paper to Vlad. “Hold on to these. Lock them up. I don’t want them at the Green Complex.”
“I’ll drive you home,” Blair said.
He didn’t argue. Clearly he needed to shift to Wolf, and he couldn’t count on keeping enough of a human shape for the drive home.
Vlad excused himself and went across the hall to HGR’s office. Elliot said he needed to check in at the consulate. No doubt the mayor had left several more messages, determined to keep the lines of communication open and avoid having his city share the fate of Talulah Falls.
Simon followed Blair to the door. Hearing a startled grunt, he looked back—and wondered what Tess wanted with Henry.
Tess’s true face showed through just enough that she no longer could pass for human. And her hair—black with a few streaks of red when a moment ago it had been red-streaked green—coiled and writhed in a way that made Henry think it was reaching for him, waiting for the opportunity to wrap around his throat and squeeze.
“I mean you no harm, Beargard.” Even her voice was rougher, more savage. “But I’m not the only one having trouble with control today.”
Henry nodded. “Simon.”
“You.” She pointed at his hand.
He felt a jolt of surprise. Grizzly claws at the ends of stubby human fingers. When had he shifted?
“Meg brought some trouble with her, but she has also brought good,” he said. “She has been good for us.”
“I agree. We protected her from the humans who would harm her. Now we need to do the same for the human pack.”
He didn’t know of any other Courtyard in the whole of Thaisia who had a human pack. They were considered part of the Courtyard now and entitled to the same protection as the terra indigene living there.
But Merri Lee wasn’t Meg. Meg had run away from captors and didn’t have any ties to the human world beyond what she was building now. Merri Lee had friends and family. Didn’t she?
He suddenly realized how little he knew about the humans who worked for them.
“What are you suggesting?” he asked.
“We go to the place where she lived,” Tess replied. “Pack up her things. I don’t think Merri Lee has many possessions, so she values what she has.”
Something the girl had in common with the terra indigene. Something everyone in the human pack had in common? He would think about that on another day. “What about her schooling?”
“One thing at a time.” Tess’s hair stopped writhing.
“Blair can drive one of our vans. I will drive the other.”
“One of the police officers should go with us to avoid misunderstandings.”
Henry nodded. “I will talk to Officer Debany and Merri Lee while you call Blair and arrange for the vans.”
When Tess stood, he raised a hand to stop her but didn’t touch her.
“You know what I am,” she said, turning her face away from him.
“I grew up in the West, near the border of the High North. I never connected you with the stories I heard until I saw the way that Asia Crane died. Then I guessed.”
“And said nothing.”
“You eliminated an enemy. What was there to say?” He hesitated. “But with talk of a predator on the river that even the Sanguinati were avoiding, I did wonder if there was another Harvester hunting around Talulah Falls.”
“Possible. There’s going to be a glut of prey there over the next few days. A lot of predators who live near Lakes Etu and Tahki are going to be drawn to the Falls.”
He suspected as much. At another time in his life, he would have been one of them.
He stood, towering over Tess as he towered over everyone in this Courtyard.
“Is that all we’re doing, Tess? Fetching Merri Lee’s possessions?”
Her hair began writhing again. “That’s all you’re doing.”
She walked out of the room, keeping her head down to prevent anyone from seeing her face, looking into her eyes.
Harvesters could take a little life energy or they could take it all. They were Namid’s most ferocious predator, Namid’s most effective weapon when the world needed a species decimated.
Ferocious and effective, yes. And, thankfully, a rare form of terra indigene. But perhaps the Harvesters weren’t Namid’s most dangerous weapon after all.
Shaking off such thoughts, Henry walked over to the efficiency apartments above the seamstress/tailor’s shop to talk to Merri Lee and make some arrangements with Michael Debany.