Sin Undone

“Don’t answer!”


Jesus. Okay… Ky never got excited like that. “Ky, you’re making me nervous.” He was making everyone nervous—they’d gathered around, and Shade was about to grab the phone from her. “Look, I got a call from Val earlier. He said the R-XR and every military supernatural unit in the world is heading up an operation, and that The Aegis was going to be taking orders from them.” Tayla snorted. “Bullshit.”

“That’s what I said. Val told me to fall in line, and I told him to go to hell. Right after that, Arik showed up.”

She lowered her voice and turned away so Shade wouldn’t flip out. “At the cave?” “Yeah. He’s here because he refused to hand over Runa. Apparently, the R-XR and The Aegis are sending out extermination squads to kill all wargs, born and turned.” “Oh, shit.” Tayla paused, the implications of what Kynan had just told her flashing like a movie in her head. A horror movie. The worldwide slaughter would be off the scale. “We’ve got to stop them.”

“I tried,” Kynan said. “I just got off a conference call with the Sigil.”

“They’re not listening to you?”

A sound of frustration came over the airwaves. “Tay, I used all my clout. I swore to leave the fucking organization, but they aren’t budging. They’re serious about destroying the wargs.” “Is that why Richard is calling? To get me to organize my cell for a warg hunt? Because I won’t do it.” Ky paused, and a chill skittered up Tay’s spine. “Ky… what are you not saying?” “They know you won’t cooperate. Richard wants you to head back to your cell’s HQ.” “And then what?”

“They plan to hold you until the massacre is over. They don’t want you interfering. Tay, hold on.” She stood there, stewing, while Ky spoke in low tones to someone else. When he came back on the line, he sounded like he was speaking between clenched teeth. “Arik’s got some interesting intel. The R-XR indicated that there’s a massive gathering of wargs in Canada. Do you know anything about it?”

“Canada?” She frowned, and then scowled when Con grabbed the phone from her. “Kynan? What about Canada? Isn’t that where you told the Warg Council there was a Feast warg?” Con listened for a moment. “She’s a Guardian? And wait… what? Holy shit.” Con closed the phone.

“What’s going on?” Eidolon asked.

“Luc.” His gaze drifted to Sin, and Tay recognized that look. The dhampire was falling, and falling fast. “We need to get to his place.”

“Why?” Tayla was confused as all hell.

“Man, I can’t believe I didn’t put this all together sooner,” Con said. “Luc… in Egypt. He banged this Guardian who was a werewolf—” “We don’t have any werewolf Guardians,” Tay interrupted.

“Not that you knew of. Apparently, she was hiding it.”

“You can’t hide it. We make sure every Guardian works at least one night of the full moon.”

Con nodded impatiently. “She’s a special breed. They turn on the new moon. Kynan went to the Warg Council to ask about her. She was heading to the Northwest Territories. So the borns and turneds both sent out extermination squads to kill her. But the thing is, I think she was heading there because that’s where Luc is. She’s the werewolf he had sex with.”

“So she’s leading packs of werewolves right to him,” Wraith said.

Con’s voice went low. “And worse, both warg sides know the other one is there. They’re amassing an army.”

“That’s where they’re going to fight their civil war,” Sin said, and uttered a dark curse. “Werewolf Armageddon.”

Sin Undone





Eighteen


“Well?” Luc tossed a log onto the fire and cast a glance over his shoulder at Kar, who was curled up under a blanket on the couch. The fire was roaring hot, and Luc had moved the couch closer to the hearth, but she was still cold. It was all he could do not to stretch out with her and add his body heat to hers. He wanted to—if she had SF, he’d already been exposed. But she wouldn’t let him come near.

The odd thing was, she wasn’t nearly as sick as she should be if she’d contracted the disease. Maybe it wasn’t SF. Or maybe it affected Feast wargs differently. Either way, he needed to get hold of Eidolon. He’d called the hospital and E’s apartment, but nothing. And no one seemed to know where he was. Hell, he couldn’t get hold of any of the brothers. Or Con. If he couldn’t get hold of Eidolon soon, he was going to have to make a run for the Harrowgate in the daylight, slayers or no.

“Luc, we need to talk.”

“You’re sick. You need to rest.”

She struggled to sit up, and he leaped to his feet to help her. “Don’t touch me,” she said, but it was too late. He eased her into a sitting position and stepped back. “Kar, you really need to rest. If this is SF—”