CHAPTER Seven
I limped towards the stairs. My side, where Anton had bitten me, was seeping with blood and I was pretty sure that I had a couple of cracked ribs. I was hardly aiding my own cause at this particular point in time. I dreaded to think about the state of my face after his claws had drawn blood from my cheeks.
Tom came running up to me. Clearly he’d decided that he was talking to me now. “Shit, Mack, I can’t believe that just happened.” He took my arm. “Let me help you.”
“F*ck off, Tom.”
He reared back, hurt, and I sighed at him exasperation. “I’m meant to be a shifter, remember? I have supernatural strength and healing powers. I don’t need help in getting to my own room.”
“Oh, right. Yeah.” I could see his brain working through the implications of my non-shifter abilities. “What are you going to say to them when you don’t heal?”
“I haven’t worked that out yet.”
Mackenzie, they’re heading your way.
No prizes for guessing who ‘they’ were. I cursed and tried to straighten. Pretty lights danced in front of my eyes for a second and I was filled with nausea. Now would not, however, be a good time to faint. Staines and the alpha came striding out of the gymnasium with the blonde and Lucy tagging behind. I wondered idly if that was because they were female and knew their place. The bloodfire returned momentarily at the thought, allowing me to regain some of my equilibrium.
“Ms Mackenzie,” said Staines. “That was an…interesting fight.”
“I’m thrilled that you found it so entertaining,” I responded drily.
The Lord Alpha stepped forward, golden green eyes intent. “I’m curious as to why you put up such a poor showing in your first bout, given that you were able to dispatch the bear so summarily.” His voice was smooth and deep, faintly accented with an indefinable Celtic burr.
I felt rather weak at the knees but I was sure that it was just from the pain and slight concussion. I swallowed. “Errr…”
He came even closer so that I was forced to crane my neck to meet his gaze. “Could it be,” he purred, “that you are trying to avoid being invited to London?”
“Yes! That’s it. Definitely,” I said, jumping on the excuse.
“And why is that exactly?” His voice was laced with steel.
I took a step back, hating myself for it but worried that the lotion might not be enough to mask my scent at these close quarters. I looked at Tom for inspiration. He jauntily hooked an arm through mine and beamed effusively at the alpha. “She just can’t bear to be without me,” he said, and stroked my hair lovingly. I tried not to jerk away and stuck a smile on my face.
The Alpha’s eyes went cold. “I see. Well, you’d better shift so you can start healing properly.”
I cast around for an excuse. “I’m…ummm…..I’m….. in mourning. I have taken a vow not to shift until our alpha’s murderer is brought to justice.” I silently apologised to John for the lie but kind of also applauded myself for my genius.
“Indeed.” A muscle pulsed in his cheek. “What happens when it’s the full moon then? If his killer has not been found by that point, I mean.”
“I possess unbelievable self-control,” I lied and tried to smile at him disarmingly, although my head took that moment to suddenly start pounding with pain again so it came out more like a maniacal grimace.
He looked down at me unfathomably. I wondered if swooning onto his broad chest would be considered poor self-control. Probably should try and avoid it, I thought.
“Well, I’d better get this gorgeous girl back to her, I mean, our room, so that we can get her fixed up for this afternoon,” said Tom, rather breezily, although I could hear the note of underlying tension in his voice, before he carefully swung me round to head back for the stairs.
“Take care now,” the Alpha murmured at our backs.
I knew that he was still watching with the others so I tried very hard to pull myself up the stairs without crying out. Tom did a good job of pretending to be a gentleman rather than just providing the support I needed so that I wouldn’t fall and somehow we made it up to the landing and round the corner.
“Was that the best idea?” I wheezed.
“What?” he said innocently.
“Saying that we’re mated. And that we’re sharing a room.”
“I didn’t actually say that,” he pointed out. “He merely inferred it.”
“You said that we shared a room.”
“Oh, that. Well, maybe it’s best I did. You shouldn’t be left alone in your condition. Besides what was that about not shifting because you’re in mourning?”
“It was the best I could come up with at the time. I thought it was rather good.” I clutched at his arm as we rounded another corner. “You do realise that you’ve lied to the alpha of all alphas and you’re screwed if he takes you to London? He’ll use the Voice and you’ll be compelled to tell him whatever he wants. He’ll work out in about five seconds flat that you were lying just now.”
“That’s not going to happen now Anton’s beaten me, though is it?” Tom answered quietly.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“No, you’re not. But it’s okay.” He pushed open a door to one of the unused couples’ rooms. “Let’s use this one.” I sagged against him in relief and stumbled inside. He closed the door behind him and sat me down on the bed.
“I’ll need to get some first aid materials. And some clean clothes.” He looked at me. “Can you wait here on your own?”
I nodded back at him and lay down, closing my eyes.
Two minutes later, the door opened again. Go away.
A brisk voice filled the space. “Mackenzie? Are you okay?”
I lifted myself up with a struggle and saw Julia. “Hey,” I said weakly, before sinking back down. “I’m fine.”
“That was stupid,” she muttered.
“I had no choice!” I protested.
“I was thinking of Anton, but you could have handled it better too.”
“How?” I asked, rising up again. “How could I have survived what he was doing? If I’d died and they’d found out I was human…,” I didn’t need to finish my sentence.
“After that display, I think the human part remains to be seen,” she said softly. “All you’ve done is proven to them that you’re the strongest, fastest member of the pack. They’ll invite you to London.”
I grunted. “Well, I don’t have to go. Apparently I’m in love with Tom and we can’t bear to be separated.”
Julia laughed, surprising me. “I don’t think he’s your type, dear.”
“What am I going to do, Julia?” I felt flooded with despair. “I can’t heal, I can’t shift, I smell funny…they’re going to work it out sooner or later.”
“They won’t. This mourning idea of yours might work.”
“Oh, you heard about that then.”
“Yes. And anyway, there’s only a day and a half to go and then they’ll be gone.” She turned to leave.
“Julia? Have they found out anything at all about John?”
A flicker of grief crossed her face. “No. It’s as you said. There’s no trace of anything. They have arranged for a mage to visit the scene and scan it though.”
Alarmed, I sat up higher still, ignoring the shooting pain in my side. “A mage? But they’ll know straightaway that I’m not a shifter!”
“And won’t care. Mages are paid to do a job and that’s what they do, no more and no less. As long as you don’t get in his or her way, they won’t say anything.”
“How terribly mercenary,” I murmured.
“It’s the way of the world, dear. I’ll pass some of my yarrow ointment to Tom when I see him. It will help with the healing and make this afternoon easier.”
Oh yes, great, I still had the Spanish inquisition this afternoon. Zippideedoodah.
“Use damp cloths to get the worst of the blood off then re-apply the lotion. You’re probably safe to bathe after the interview, as long as you don’t go near them again for a few hours.”
“Yes, ma’am!” I snapped off a sloppy salute.
Julia sighed deeply. “Take care, Mackenzie.”
Tom returned not long after Julia’s departure. Fortunately, he’d remembered to bring some scissors to cut off my clothes, along with some brutally strong painkillers. I briefly considered saving my modesty and trying to dress the wound myself but I knew that it’d be more sensible to just accept his offer of help. He was actually surprisingly gentle, peeling away my blood-soaked t-shirt carefully to reach the ugly wounds within. He dabbed at them with the cloth that he’d brought, soaking up the worst of the leaking blood, and then used Julia’s ointment as an antiseptic and healing agent.
As he was binding my ribs up carefully with a bandage, Betsy entered. She didn’t look particularly happy to see me lolling around half naked with Tom, in fact there was a dangerous flash of something in her eyes. I’d taken enough painkillers to dull not only the pain but also my senses and wondered if I’d half-imagined it for a second. That was until she started speaking.
“What the f*ck? You’re an item? Since when?”
Oooookay, then.
Tom, naturally, was oblivious. “It’s just for the Brethren.”
“F*ck the Brethren!” Betsy spat.
I couldn’t have agreed more.
“And what the hell were you doing in that fight with Anton?” She fixed him with a hard glare and put her hands on her hips. “Do you want to go to London?”
“It would be amazing, wouldn’t it?” Tom sighed expansively.
I didn’t think I’d ever seen Betsy that upset, not even when her favourite soap character was axed in a horrific ball of fiery death storyline. I gaped at her. She was already in the throes of shifting with her spine elongating and pockets of fur springing out on her bare arms.
“Jaysus! You’re tying that bandage all wrong!” There was a definite note of hysteria in her voice now. “Get out!”
“Huh?”
“Get out!” She pulled him to his feet and practically threw him out the door. I looked at her with shocked surprise and was about to start speaking but she silenced me with a growl and went to work on the bandage. Tom and Betsy – wonders would never cease. An uncontrollable urge to giggle overtook me. I tried to smother it and ended up snorting in a most unladylike fashion. She slapped me on my uninjured side.
“Don’t, just don’t, even go there, Mack.”
I snorted some more, now hiccupping a little too. She gave me a death stare until I managed to subside and she spoke. “Don’t think I’m letting you off with this either, Mack. When you heal, and the Brethren have gone, and we’re all safe, I’m going to kill you too.”
I hugged her fiercely. She seemed surprised to begin with but then hugged me back. “I mean it. You are going to be one dead human.”
“Whatever you say, Bets.”
She humphed for a few seconds before pulling back. “Now put some clothes on. We’re going to show those arseholes that one little fight isn’t going to knock you down.”
At least this time I managed to avoid the hole in the carpet on my way down the stairs. It was a painful trek to the canteen, however, despite managing to not fall on my bum down the stairs - and with being doped up on painkillers to my eyeballs. Even without shifting, pack members would heal quicker than your regular run of the mill human like me so I’d still have to do a fair degree of pretending not to be in mind-numbingly awful pain, despite my mourning excuse. Tom admitted that he felt bad that he’d shifted during his fight with Anton, otherwise he’d have jumped on my bandwagon to give my reason more validity. It was a nice idea, but I figured that if the truth did come out, the rest of my pack would have a better chance if they could simply pin the blame on the unshakeable geas. Voluntarily helping to cover up a human beyond the spell’s required bounds would be a different matter
Everyone, apart from Anton, was in the airy canteen by the time we arrived. There was a brief lull in the conversation when I walked in, some eyes reflecting approval whilst others showed distaste and even a tinge of fear. Whether that was because of the danger my actions had created, or because of the danger of me myself, I didn’t know and didn’t care to wonder. I also didn’t dare look over at the Brethren’s table to see what was in their eyes. Aiming for a nonchalant air, I tried to move towards the nearest empty chair without looking like I was in pain. It really wasn’t very easy at all and my head was woozy by the time I made it. Betsy pulled up a chair beside me and chattered away as if there was nothing remarkable at all going on. Bit by bit, everyone else returned to their lunch.
Unfortunately I realised rather belatedly that the outside catering Johannes had called had set up a buffet. Excellent. More walking. More standing. More pain. I reached down under the table and began pulling out one of the screws from the side leg. It took me some time, and poor Betsy was struggling to find enough inanities to blather about to cover me, but I eventually managed it. Palming the screw, I nodded at her and we stood up. I dug the screw sharply into the palm of my hand. The returning sharp pain was an antidote to the constant drug dulled ache from Anton’s exertions, and would keep my senses alert long enough to make it to the buffet table and back again without fainting. As I walked I pushed it in further, breaking the skin and drawing blood. When we passed the Brethren’s table I thought I saw the Lord Alpha inhale sharply, but there was no way on earth that he’d be able to smell a few drops of fresh blood right now after all the many drops that had just been spilt in the gym. Then I panicked that the lotion must have rubbed off during Tom’s medical ministrations and that I hadn’t re-applied it again properly and my humanity was starting to seep through. However I must have imagined it because he returned to his plate, with a brief flash of brilliant white teeth visible as he bit into a slice of crusty bread.
I picked up a plate and lay it down on the side so I could manage the buffet without letting go of the screw in my palm. With one hand, I randomly selected bits of food to fill it up. I desperately needed to eat but my earlier anticipation of dining on something other than Johannes’ food had gone. Now I just needed the calories. Betsy was forking spoonfuls of what looked like a creamy curry on her plate next to me when Lucy, the Brethren girl from earlier, came up.
“So, not much of a fighter, then?” She inquired archly.
I blushed, annoying myself. “Ummm…it’s complicated.”
“ I heard,” she said, with a glance over her shoulder at Tom. “He’s cute. “
I coughed slightly and continued putting food on my plate, in an awkward one-handed fashion.
“You must be hurting a bit after that, especially with not shifting. “ She peered at me from under her bangs. “It might not be such a clever idea to do that, you know. Not shift. I mean, I get the idea of honouring your guy’s death and all that, but if you’re really sore…” her voice trailed off.
She had absolutely no idea. “It’s fine,” I muttered. “I’m fine.”
“Yes, so fine that you’re putting chocolate cake on top of your shepherd’s pie.”
I looked down at my plate. Oops. “I have a varied palate,” I said shrugging, wishing she would just go away.
“Lucy,” said a deep smooth voice, “can you go and check on the status of the mage’s arrival?”
She snapped to attention and at once bobbed her head, light brown hair bouncing off her shoulders as she did so. The Lord Alpha. As if things couldn’t get any worse. Lucy marched off smartly whilst he took a grape off a nearby plate and looked at me in much the same way that a cat would like at a mouse before it pounces on it and kills it. I squared my shoulders and craned my neck slightly to look back at him. I could just barely register Betsy’s panic from over his shoulder but I kept my expression as calm as I could.
He popped the grape into his mouth and chewed slowly. Wasn’t he going to say something? His green eyes held mine steadily but he remained silent. Damnit, I needed to think of something to say then. Weather?
“It’s fortunate the rain held off,” I said. God, I was an inane idiot sometimes.
He continued to look at me without speaking but I could swear there was a measure of amusement in his eyes now. I felt waves of power emanating from his still body and wondered briefly at the apparent fact that he’d had to fight for the Brethren leadership position. I tugged nervously at my ponytail. “I mean, then you’ll be able to find the trail of whatever killed John without the scent being washed away.”
He leaned closer into me and I caught a sudden whiff of a deep, clean and very masculine smell. I felt slightly woozy again and tightened my grip on the screw.
He finally said something. “Were you there?”
“Uh, where?” I barely resisted the urge to take a step back.
“At the beach. When his body was discovered.”
I had no idea what to say. Should I say yes or try and lie? “Ummm….”
Betsy took that moment to rescue me by dropping her plate to the floor where it made an almighty crash and splattered food in twenty different directions. The Brethren Alpha turned around so quickly it made my head spin.
She giggled. “Oh, I’m so clumsy! It’s just you made me nervous standing there. I had no idea that the Brethren were so powerful in person, and you the Lord Alpha as well.” I could swear she batted her eyelashes just then. “Just what is your name?”
I walked away before I could hear the answer, gripping my plate tightly. I owed her more than one by now.
After lunch was over, the Brethren rose smoothly as if they were one and headed outside. Apparently this time they were all going to the scene of John’s death to see it for themselves and then our interviews, or rather interrogations, would begin on their return. I was starting to feel more normal now that I had food in my belly, but I definitely thought that a bit of an afternoon siesta was called for. That way I could wake up in control, out of pain, and ready. The other pack members wandered off to do their own thing, whilst I made for the dorm. I supposed that I technically should go to the room that Tom and I ‘shared’, but I knew that my narrow bed in the dorm would make me more comfortable.
Two hours later I woke back up, feeling slightly groggy. The pain in my side was still ridiculously annoying but it was becoming more manageable. I didn’t dare take any more painkillers just yet. I pulled on an old sweatshirt and went in search of some strong black coffee.
The keep itself was very quiet. I passed a couple of pack members who were moving quietly about their own business, but it was clear that most were outside somewhere and that the Brethren hadn’t returned yet. All the better for me.
I hadn’t been able to find my favourite chipped mug where I usually left it, so I tried to backtrack to where I’d last seen it. I was definitely something of a hoarder and didn’t like to replace items unless it was absolutely necessary so I thought hard before realising that I must have put it down in the office when I went to check the weather on the Othernet. That had been before going out for my run on the morning of John’s death. It seemed like a lifetime ago now.
I let myself into the small space, immediately seeing it propped precariously on top of a pile of papers. Letting out a small happy sigh of satisfaction I moved to pick it up, slipping past John’s study door as I did so. I paused, as a thought suddenly struck me. It was just possible that there would be some information about the wichtlein and his thoughts on it on his computer. I’d never ever normally even consider broaching his sanctuary like that - but he was dead now and could hardly be hurt by my intrusion into his privacy. And I might dig up something that would help me find his killer.
I didn’t give it another second thought and walked deliberately back to the study door, wrenching it open with purpose. Even though the office door itself was closed, I took an involuntary glance backward to make sure no-one was watching and then stepped inside. I left the door slightly ajar behind me so that I could listen for any signs of the pack or the Brethren returning.
It was neat and tidy, and almost comforting in its familiarity. It was almost as if the essence of him still clung to the air. I didn’t want to sit down in his old cracked red leather chair - that just seemed like too much of an intrusion - so I perched on his desk instead and booted up the computer.
It whirred to life and the screen lightened to the login page. Shit. I had absolutely no idea what John would have used for his password. I thought carefully and then tried typing in his birthday. The error screen popped up almost immediately. Then I tried pack, Cornwall, shapeshifter, even password, but none of them worked. My fingers drummed on the desk impatiently. John wasn’t particularly tech savvy so I doubted he’d have picked something really secure like a string of random letters and numbers. Perhaps he’d left a note of the password lying around his desk. I started to lift up papers but there was nothing that jumped out. Still feeling slightly guilty at nosing around his personal belongings, I began opening up the desk drawers. The top one just contained an array of slightly chewed pens missing their lids, and the odd paperclip, whilst the next one down was filled to the brim with printouts of the pack’s financial statements. The bottom drawer had a slight buzz around it as if it was warded.
I carefully lifted out one of the chewed pens and touched the tip of it to the lock on the bottom drawer. It started to singe slightly and melt. Okay, then, not that drawer just yet then. I looked around the rest of the office for guidance. There were shelves overflowing with every conceivable shifter how-to guide. Paperbacks on different otherworld species, hardbacks on weapons and fighting techniques, even a large edition of Cooking With Aunt May, ‘everyone’s favourite lupine chef’. My side was starting to hurt again and I put my hand out to steady myself on the desk. Instead of the hard wood, however, my hand met with a heavy paperweight. John had always had it, for at least as long as I’d known him.
I picked it up to look at it further. It was made of Caithness glass and contained a pretty pattern inside of purple and red swirls. I was about to place it back down when I realised that the under-side felt oddly rough. Flipping it over, I saw that a small rune had been etched into it somehow. It looked Fae, but whilst I could speak a few basic words and sentences, I definitely didn’t have the skill to decipher the rune itself. Unless…my eyes searched the bookshelf again. There! John had a dusty old Fae- Human dictionary sitting at one end. I pulled it off, struggling with its weight, and opened it. The rune had three markings on the side in the shape of three teardrops so I had a vague idea of which section to look in. Next to the teardrops was what looked like a little stringless harp. That helped. Faerie language was pictorial. Once you had an idea about what the separate pictures were, you could start to find out their meaning. I counted the brush strokes on the right hand side. Five. That meant that in the teardrop section, I had to flip to the five stroked subheading and then find the harp. I was too impatient and I almost tore through the pages to find the right part. I traced my finger down the listed runes before seeing it. Herensuge. Huh. That was Basque for dragon.
I leaned back towards the computer and typed it in. What the hell, it was worth a shot. To my delighted surprise, as soon as I hit return, the monitor chimed in happy agreement. I let out a long breath - I was in.
John’s computer desktop was sparse. There were a few folders displayed so I clicked on one entitled Statistical Sightings, figuring that it might give me an indication about what otherworld creatures had been spotted recently in the area. It opened up to a comprehensive table detailing the activities of various nasties going back to 2006. The figures were fairly even: in 2006 3 ogres, 17 trolls (I remembered there had been a particularly nasty bridge infestation that year), one Unseelie Fae encounter and a few others. In the next few years, there was little difference. However the last three months told a different story. It appeared that there had been more sightings and problems since March than we’d ever had before.
I pulled back slightly from my perch on the desk and absentmindedly rubbed my side. Things had been quieter lately, not busier. I’d spent my time routing out rabbits and foxes, not evil otherworld creatures bent on destruction. The table even made mention of a Quinotaur, a five horned beast, that had been dispatched near the lake. I pouted slightly. Meeting new big and bad nasties made my day – why hadn’t I heard of anything about this one? Or all the others? I was convinced that if any other pack members had come across this number of creatures then they’d have been moaning in bitter complaint to everyone who came near. And whoever killed the Quinotaur would surely have boasted of their achievements to someone. I wondered if John had been doing all this himself, and sending the rest us off on wild goose chases instead. It was a phenomenal achievement if he had, but begged the question of why. Perhaps it was linked to the wichtlein’s harbinger pebble. If things were so bad though, he’d surely have already informed the Brethren before now. I felt really rather hurt that he might have been killing himself to keep Cornwall safe and hadn’t asked me for help.
I moved the cursor to the menu and opened up the list of recent documents. There was one that he’d created just a scant few hours before his death. Looking at the time display, it must have been after he’d returned from the clearing. It didn’t have a title but I double clicked the mouse to open it up anyway. There were just three words: black diamond stones – followed by a question mark. I had a bit of a question mark myself. What were black diamond stones? I silently cursed John for not leaving a more clear clue.
I scanned the bookshelves again, looking for something that might help and was about to pull down a precious gems and magical objects encyclopaedia when I suddenly heard voices and the slamming of doors from outside. Bugger it. Quickly closing down the computer, I stepped back into the outer office. I was just in time because Staines came suddenly striding in with the Lord Alpha. They were in mid conversation and didn’t see me at first.
“My lord, we need to focus on the magic trail before anything else,” Staines was saying.
The Alpha growled. “The mage can do that better than us. It’s the tree markings that interest…” his voice trailed off as he saw me and his green eyes narrowed.
“Hi!” I said brightly. “Found it!” I held up my mug for display.
They both just stared at me silently. I cleared my throat. “Well, I’ll get out your way then.” I moved towards the door but the Alpha was blocking it. I looked up at him, waiting for him to move out my way. He folded his arms and continued to stare.
I felt a flicker of irritation from my bloodfire. This was my keep, not his. I moved to brush past him, registering the hard steely curve of his muscles as my arm touched his. He moved further back, blocking the doorway completely.
“Miss Mackenzie,” he drawled softly.
My flames flickered higher. “Lord Alpha,” I bit out.
He smiled predatorily. “You can call me Corrigan. Why are you here?”
“Because this is my pack’s office and my coffee mug and I want to have my coffee.” My eyes flashed, even as the small voice inside of me snapped at me to simper slightly and shut up, not anatagonise the man further.
He gazed implacably back. “I see. And how is that not shifting working out for you, Mackenzie? Feeling shaky yet?”
“Only from caffeine withdrawal,” I snapped shaking the mug in the air as if to prove my point.
He stepped aside and gestured to the door with a flourish. “Then I will not impede your way any longer.”
I humphed and stepped through. ‘Impede’ my way? Just let him try. For one horrifying second I thought I’d spoken aloud because from behind me I heard him speak again, with an iron tone to his voice. “Don’t be late for our interview because you’re guzzling the black stuff and jumping around off the walls on a caffeine buzz. I do not appreciate tardiness.”
F*ck off, I thought, and stalked off in the direction of the kitchen.
So his name was Corrigan. I scowled at myself and pushed the thought away. It was nothing to me what his name was. Arrogant f*cker. I considered arriving late for the interview just to spite him but reminded myself that I was trying to portray meek and weak. I had clearly been massively unsuccessful so far. Closing my eyes and counting to ten, I tried to calm myself back down further. I still had to do my best to pass under the Brethren’s scrutiny, even if that would be difficult after my fight with Anton. Letting my temper and the bloodfire get the better of me would not help me or the pack.
By the time I reached the kitchen, my blood had settled back down to a simmer. Overhearing their conversation had at least given me some more clues to work with. I’d missed tree markings when I’d been out searching for John before, probably because I’d been too focused on the ground trail. That was useful. The Brethren would be busy with the interviews until late evening so once my one with Corrigan was over then I figured I could probably return to the scene of the crime unhindered.
I took a deep breath. This was going to be a long afternoon.