VISIONS OF HEAT

All they would’ve had to do was hurt her enough times for “inappropriate” behavior that she shied away from the pain and complied with their demands. It was also certain that the focalized pain wasn’t the sole method used to ensure compliance. However, she’d guess it to be one of the major components of the behavior modification section of the Protocol.

Did her knowledge of the underlying basis of conditioning mean she might be able to break it? The harder question was, did she want to? Last night, she’d said she wished to be more than the woman she was. But to become that woman, she’d have to give up everything she’d ever known, turn her back on her whole world. She’d have to abandon her father, her PsyClan, her very people.

And all she’d gain would be a life on the outside with a race so completely unlike her own. She had no idea how to deal with them, a race that considered her an abomination against nature. No, she thought, that wasn’t completely fair. Vaughn didn’t seem to think her an unfeeling machine. But even he wanted her to change, to not be what she was, to shatter Silence and live a different life.

But giving up her identity as Faith NightStar, Cardinal F-Psy and linchpin asset of the NightStar Group, was no easy choice.





Vaughn catnapped on the high branches of a tree for a few hours before relieving Mercy of her watch. When he saw her waiting dressed in human form, he realized she wanted to talk. Shifting, he caught the pants she threw him and pulled them on. “What is it?”

“Nothing major,” she said. “I wanted to know if you could cover my grid two Fridays from now. I have a late shindig.” Mercy worked for CTX, a communications network funded by DarkRiver and SnowDancer in concert. It was a good position for a sentinel—work took a backseat to Pack business and management fully understood. Possibly because management was made up of wolves and cats.

“No problem.”

“How’s it going with your latest piece?”

“It’s done.” He’d already begun a new project. A sculpture in marble of a woman who was passion and heat, temptation and mystery. “If you run into Barker, can you tell him it’s ready for pickup?”

Mercy nodded, her red hair blowing softly in the wind. The color reminded him of Faith, though his Psy’s hair was darker, more like ripe cherries. “Will do.” She waved good-bye. “Catch you later.”

Vaughn decided to run part of the watch in human form—his speed and strength were more than enough to take on most intruders. As he moved, he considered his new piece. He knew it would be stunning, the best he’d ever done. He also knew he’d never sell it.

The forest zipped past him as he ran, his mind on the curving lines of a woman with night-sky eyes. But he wasn’t so distracted that he missed the blur of leopard yellow where there should have been only forest. Backtracking, he followed the scent to find two cubs engaged in a mock battle. His growl had them splitting apart and staring at him. They knew they were in big trouble.

“I thought I heard Tamsyn say you were going to spend today with Sascha.” He folded his arms across his chest, wondering how Tamsyn—DarkRiver’s healer and the cubs’ mother—dealt with her double dose of trouble without tearing out her hair. “What are you doing way out here?” Cubs were curious by nature—it wasn’t unusual for them to wander off while exploring, and they were safe within DarkRiver lands. But they still needed limits. And the first rule was, no moving more than a mile outside the home they were supposed to be in.

The cubs dropped on their bellies and mewed, trying to charm their way out of this.

“I’m not Sascha or your mother,” he told them, though he was amused. These two would make good soldiers when they grew up. They’d also attract women the same way Kit, one of the older juveniles, currently did. “Let’s go.”

Getting up, they started to pad their way in front of him. Identical twins in human form, Julian and Roman were identical in cat form, too. Only those who knew them very well could distinguish one from the other. Vaughn had always been able to do so, perhaps because his beast was so close to the surface. Herding them back into the safe zone, he crouched down to their level. “You know the rules. They’re for your protection and to ensure the women don’t go insane.” That was no lie. The maternal females were already driven to the brink by some of the stunts the cubs and juveniles pulled. “You want Sascha to go nuts looking for you?”

Small shakes of kittenish heads.

“Then stay in the perimeter.” He knew Sascha could track the twins using her psychic gifts, but that didn’t alter the rules.

One small clawed paw scratched at his arm. Another joined it on the other side of his body. He chuckled. “No, I’m not that mad. Come on, let’s go tell Sascha you’re okay.” Shifting, he allowed them to playfight with him for a few minutes before he escorted them back to the aerie from which they’d made their escape. Sascha was standing at the foot of the tree.

“I think I’m going to put a leash on you two,” she said, sounding very, very sure and very, very Psy. “And didn’t I say something about turning you into rats if you misbehaved?”

Both cubs froze.