Authors: Kassanna
HISS (14 page)
his pocket and fingered the screen. “Speak.” His voice was gruff.
He walked to the large desk stationed in the corner and turned on the stained glass lamp over the
blotter. Heinrich set his briefcase down and tossed his keys on the high gloss surface. “Roman notified
me this morning that Seri awoke from her coma. Have you heard anything about Rolo?”
Silence.
“No, sweetheart, I need you to keep doing what you’re doing. As secretary to Volkshire’s
ambassadors you’ve been a great help in alerting me to what those bastards are up to. If it hurts too
bad to see the little shit, as I’ve said before, you can always come work for me.”
Kiele clung to the walls, walking along the edge of gloomy darkness. Heinrich’s apartment
reminded her of a mausoleum to a bygone era, like he was stuck in another time, the late forties
perhaps. She chose her steps carefully and slowly drew her blades from her belt.
“It will be alright. If everything continues as planned, I will be the Alpha of Volkshire and the
Blaidds will only be a memory. Watch, you’ll see how quickly that dog will come to heel before your
feet. I love you.”
What the fuck? Heinrich had a mole in Volkshire? Kiele silently slid up behind his chair. She held
her breath and grabbed his hair over the top of the chair.
The phone clattered on the desk top. Using the furniture as a base, he pushed off, sending them both
flying backward. Kiele twisted out of the way and dropped in a crouch, her knife poised and ready.
He jumped out of the leather chair and narrowed his eyes, focusing on her. “I take it you didn’t do
your job. It’s hard finding good help these days.”
“There is only one person I plan to kill.”
“Better men and women have tried, pig. You want me, come and get me,” he spat before wrenching
his tie from around his neck. The satin fluttered to the ground. He ripped his shirt open and unbuttoned
his pants, pushing both them and his boxers over lean hips.
Kiele glanced down and lifted her eyes to meet his gaze. “No wonder you’re so angry, dog.” She
smirked.
He became his coyote. She cocked her head and studied him. He was larger than most in that
species. His features were more wolf-like. Kiele dropped her weapons, always watching to make sure
he didn’t attack. She unzipped her body suit and kicked it to the side. “Here, boy. Come on, dog, fetch
me.” Kiele embraced her boar.
They circled each other. Heinrich jumped over furniture. She plowed through it. Her tusks curled
ten inches from her lips and her hide was thick enough to easily sustain a coyote bite. Like all boars,
her eyesight was a little problematic, her hearing was good, but her sense of smell was spot on. She
guessed going for his chest or underbelly would be her best bet.
The click-clack of claws on the tile floor told her he was making his move. Based on the echo she
spun, expecting him to come at her from one direction. She was shoved to her knees when he pounced
on her back, digging sharp nails into her neck. Heinrich leapt off in front of her and came around her
side, sinking his fangs into her neck. The rug beneath her bunched as she attempted to run to escape
him.
Kiele rolled over, hurling them both into a side table. The legs snapped and the contents crashed
down on top of them. She came up off her side and her hooves scraped the floor as she tried to get
traction. He flanked her, getting a hold of her back thigh and chomped down. She squealed as pain
ripped through her. While thrashing his head to tear deeper into her skin, she scuttled back, trying to
break his hold. High pitched yelps escaped him when he collided into the wall. She swiveled on her
feet and backed up, raised her head and charged, boring her tusks into his shoulder.
He lifted his head and yowled. Kiele yanked free and blood sprayed across her snout. Heinrich stood
and limped forward. She scraped her hooves against the tile and attacked again. Wounded, he wasn’t
quick enough to escape. Skin and muscle gave away as she dug into his body, driving him into the wall
with her momentum. The wall cracked where she’d pierced it.
Heinrich shuddered.
She tore her tusks free and shifted, panting to catch her breath.
He fell to the floor, his blood pooling around him.
Kiele rose. “There is your proof of death, motherfucker,” she spat.
Grabbing her clothes, she took a few minutes to dress and crossed the room. She snatched his door
open and calmly walked out, leaving the carnage behind her for anyone that chose to look into the
room.
She ambled out of the building. Careful to make sure she wasn’t followed, she walked through
alleys and down a few different streets only to end up in the parking garage across from Heinrich’s
high rise apartment building. Slipping into her sports car, she grabbed her cell. It was a chance she
would have to take. She dialed Colin.
A series of clicks and his deep baritone came through the line. “Speak.”
“Unsecured line. You have a mole.” She hung up. Weariness swept through her and blood seeped
from the deep bites she’d tried to cover. She pulled the card and tossed the phone out the window as
she drove. Once out of the city, she took a winding road up to a public park. At the shores of a large
lake she threw the SIM card.
She never heard it hit the water but she waited just the same. It was official. Her adopted clan of
mercenaries and warriors would consider her rogue. They would make an effort to bring her back into
the fold. The half-moon reflected off the water. She was reminded that it was the same sky her family
looked up at during the night. Her mind was made up. She was going home.
The End
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