Untamed (15 page)

“You? I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t bird boy do it?”

“He’d never been here before. Apparently, we have to imprint on the location or on a person at the place we want to go. That day in the Jeep, he tapped into my energy signature and was able to use visualization skills to get to me. Anyway…” she said with a sigh. “Last night he showed me, or helped me, to use that ability to get us here.”

She looked at Rosie, and her throat clogged with emotion. “If he hadn’t showed me how to do that, I don’t think we would’ve gotten her here in time. She was pretty banged up and had lost a lot of blood.”

She watched Raife absorb what she’d told him. He rubbed his mouth and made a sound of understanding.

“He knows,” she said softly.

“Knows what?” Raife asked as his face twisted in confusion.

Layla straightened her back, instinctively feeling defensive. “He knows that I’ve never been able to shift.”

“Are you sure?” His lips set in a tight line. “What did he say?”

“Well, that’s just it. He didn’t
say
anything. He just knew. Last night at the bar, when Sylvia was there being… Sylvia… she got under my skin.” Her lips curved at the irony of the statement. “So to speak.”

Raife’s eyes twinkled with excitement for his sister. “You started to shift.” He knew how much it bothered her that she’d never been able to shift like him and Tati. “You know, I thought I sensed something last night, another ripple in your energy signature, but I wasn’t sure exactly what it was.”

“Well, if it hadn’t been for William, I probably would’ve shifted into my cheetah right at the damn bar, and most likely ripped Sylvia’s head off.”

Warmth washed over her at the memory, but she suppressed the smile that was brewing, unsure if her brother would share her enthusiasm. She suspected that no matter how much he said that he hated Sylvia, there was a part of him that still loved her and probably always would.

“William sensed the shift coming on, knew that it was happening beyond my control, and talked me off the ledge. He showed me how to get a hold of it before it got a hold of me. And you know what? He never once acknowledged that I’d never done it before or called attention to my inadequacy… he just helped me. The same thing happened last night when he showed me how to get Rosie here. He knew what we needed to do and got it done. There was no shame, no mention of me being a hybrid, or being behind the curve somehow.” She let out a soft laugh. “It was the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Maybe,” he said quietly. “But that doesn’t change the fact that there are other Amoveo who have found us, and they’re the ones who did this to Rosie.” His eyes flickered, but he kept them from shifting. “Since lover boy has been so helpful, maybe he can use some of his awesomeness to find the animal.” His hands balled into tight fists, and his body tensed as he looked like he was choosing his words carefully. “You should probably show him my mother’s diary.”

Layla couldn’t have stopped from looking surprised if she wanted too. That diary was his prized, sacred possession.

“Are you sure?” she asked gently.

She knew how special that diary was to Raife and Tati; she’d never asked them if she could read it. He’d offered, but somehow, it felt like a major invasion of privacy. Besides, it wasn’t her mother’s story. However, given the latest developments, privacy would have to take a backseat to their safety.

“You want us to read it?” Layla lowered her voice. “Are you sure?”

“
Want
wouldn’t be exactly accurate.” Raife leaned one elbow on the arm of the chair and rubbed his mouth against his fist. “I’m not letting him read it to bond with the guy, and I’m not psyched about it,” his voice softened. “There might be something in there he can use.”

Layla walked around the bed to her brother and wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you,” she whispered and placed a kiss on his unshaven cheek. “I love you, Raife.”

“Yeah.” He patted her arm and gave her a quick squeeze before releasing her. “I love you too, Red.”

The door to Rosie’s room swung open, and William walked in bearing a tray with three cups of coffee and a brown bag that looked suspiciously like a bag of doughnuts. He stood there for a moment watching them, clearly uncomfortable that he’d walked in on an emotional moment for the siblings.

He cleared his throat and awkwardly held out the tray and the bag. “It’s been a long night, and I thought you could both use coffee and something to eat.”

“Unbelievable,” she said softly.

Once again, he showed consideration for her and her comfort, even after she’d been so horrible to him. A huge smile cracked Layla’s face, and before he could put anything down, she rushed over and wrapped her arms around him. She rested her face against his warm, firm chest, and tears stung at her eyes.

“Thank you,” she mumbled against his shirt. He smelled like the woods in wintertime.

“You’re welcome,” William said evenly. His arms still outstretched and his hands full, he remained stone still, but she could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath her cheek. “I’ll have to bring you coffee and doughnuts more often.”

“You look ridiculous,” Raife said as he took the items from William’s hands. “You better hug her back before she starts bawling,” he grumbled and brought the items to the nightstand on the other side of Rosie’s bed.

“I don’t bawl.” Layla sniffled into his shirt. William’s strong arms wrapped around her, and he kissed the top of her head. She squeezed him tighter, as if he might slip from her grasp and vanish. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“You are most welcome,” he said as he brushed his hands down her sides. He leaned back and tilted her chin up with the tip of one strong finger, forcing her to look him in the eye. His dark, moon-glow eyes glimmered down at her intensely. “I swear we’ll find out who did this, and when we do,” he said with deadly intent, “I will make them pay.”

The stern tone of his voice was matched by the fierce look in his eye, and Layla knew he was telling the truth. She wanted to tell him how sorry she was, that she knew he wasn’t behind any of this, and to kiss those firm, warm lips of his senseless, until he forgave her. However, the sound of Raife loudly clearing his throat broke the spell and set her cheeks aflame with embarrassment.

William’s lips curved, and his eyes shifted back to their human state as she slipped out of his embrace.

“Here,” Raife said as he handed a cup of coffee to her and one to William. “Do me a favor and drink the coffee, so I don’t have to watch you two grope each other.” He took doughnuts out of the bag and handed one of the sugar-coated concoctions to each of them. “There, now both hands are full of something other than each other,” he said with a satisfied smile as he took a massive bite out of his pastry.

He chewed and quickly swallowed his mouthful without taking his eyes off William. Layla blew on her coffee and watched Raife study him with his usual bold demeanor. She could tell he was deciding exactly what to say, and based on William’s calm, controlled stance, he was aware of it and didn’t seem bothered by it in the least. To his credit, he said nothing, but simply sipped his coffee with the same regality one might drink a fine glass of champagne.

No one was saying anything, and the only sound in the room was the steady beep of Rosie’s heart monitor. Layla half expected Rosie to sit up and tell them all to stop being so childish, but she continued to lie silently amid the tension of the room.

After what felt like an eternity, Raife finally broke the thickening silence.

“I may not trust you entirely,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “But my sister does, and that’s good enough for me, because I don’t know if you’ve picked up on this yet, but she doesn’t trust many people.” He crumpled the now empty brown bag and tossed it into the small garbage can in the corner. “So here’s the way I see it,” he continued calmly, with his hands on his hips. “An Amoveo was at our house tonight, and that’s probably who did this to Rosie.”

“Most likely,” William said quietly. “However, if it was a Purist, based on their previous actions, I find it strange that they left her alive.” His massive body didn’t flinch, but Layla could see he was primed and ready to leap into action if necessary. “No one else will be harmed. That much I can promise you. If it’s alright with the two of you, I would like to ask my friends Dante and Malcolm for their assistance. Their mates are hybrids. They have had some run-ins with the Purist sect, and their experience would be quite valuable.” His dark eyes flicked to Layla briefly before going directly back to Raife. “They could also provide us with additional security at the farm and here at the hospital.”

Raife crossed his arms over his chest as he looked from Layla to William. “You trust them?” he asked pointedly. “You would trust them with Layla’s life?”

“Yes,” he said firmly. “But you don’t have to worry about Layla, because I won’t let her out of my sight until the situation is settled.”

As the words escaped his lips, William’s energy signature buzzed loudly in her head and merged with Layla, as if tethering her to him. The suddenly increased connection caught her off guard, and she sucked in a sharp breath in an effort to acclimate to the new sensation.

William didn’t take his eyes off Raife and seemed unaware of the newly sharpened connection between them. As the buzzing subsided, and her body adjusted to their amplified bond, her mind raced with the possibilities of what it all meant.

“Fine,” he said quietly. “Call in your friends.” His serious blue eyes studied William intently, and the lines in his forehead deepened. “I have one more question for you. Do you have anything against killing one of your own?” Raife asked, pulling Layla from her thoughts.

Killing people? Raife was talking about killing the Amoveo who did this? What the hell? She looked at the two men as if they’d lost their minds. Maybe they had, and perhaps she had too.

“I have no problem with it.” William’s eyes flickered and shifted brightly. “Whoever did this
is
not
one of my own.” His voice, barely above a whisper, filled every inch of the room as his glowing eyes latched firmly onto hers. “I will protect what is mine at all costs.”

A shiver ran up Layla’s spine at the possessive tone in his voice, and her heart leapt into her throat. He meant her. As if the bizarre bonding of their energy signatures wasn’t enough, he felt the need to verbally claim her in front of her brother? If they weren’t standing in the middle of Rosie’s hospital room, she would’ve decked him square in the jaw.

“Good.” Raife gave a curt nod, and without a glance back, he sat in the chair next to Rosie. Her brother was obviously unfazed by William’s caveman professions and actually seemed comforted by them.

Now she wanted to punch them both in the face.

“Excuse me,” she said in the most serene voice she could muster. “I am not some helpless damsel in distress, and I don’t need either of you to protect me.”

Having suddenly lost her appetite, she threw the rest of her doughnut in the garbage can and brushed the sugar from her hands briskly.

“Aside from the fact that I am an independent woman who has traveled to some of the most dangerous parts of the world on assignment, I also happen to be half cheetah and could kick both of your asses sideways if I wanted to.”

Hands on her hips, she glared at them, daring them to challenge her.

Raife let out a short laugh. “Oh, I know you could, but you also tend to act before you think and would probably run off half-cocked and get yourself killed. So if bird boy here can help keep an eye on you, then I’m all for it.” Raife glanced over his shoulder at William. “I’m not leaving Rosie’s side until you find the sack of shit that did this. I’m sure your friends are just freaking peachy, but I’m not leaving Rosie alone.”

“Understood.” He gave a sharp nod and turned his dark eyes on Layla. “I am well aware of how capable you are,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean to belittle you or make you feel as if I don’t respect you or have every confidence in your abilities.” He moved his massive frame closer and linked his fingers with hers. Her heart skipped a beat as their flesh connected, and every nerve ending in her palm came alive. “Forgive my overprotective nature, but I couldn’t bear it if you were harmed.”

Layla couldn’t find her voice amid the rush of his skin against hers and the hum of their mingled energy waves. Looking into those dark brown eyes, she knew he was being truthful, and the childish flare of anger subsided. Wanting to protect her, to keep her safe—that was something she could understand—but binding herself to him for eternity wasn’t as easy a concept to grasp.

How could she possibly tell him that was never going to happen?

“There will be justice,” William murmured and turned his attention to Rosie. “There will be justice for Rosie. I promise.”

Layla could feel and see the anguish that tore at William from the inside out in a more profound way than ever before. It was as if she had a direct line to his emotions. Although his eyes were in their human state, she felt the barely contained fury that rushed beneath the surface. Under that calm, cool-looking exterior, Layla detected a turbulent sea of rage and a stark need for vengeance that sent a ripple of dread up her back.

Was it only yesterday that she’d wanted to see him reveal the primal side of himself? As she watched the tiny muscle in his jaw flicker, and his powerful stare remained locked on Rosie, she thought of that old saying:
Be
careful
what
you
wish
for
…
you
just
may
get
it.

When they set foot in the house, William had been prepared for Layla’s reaction but not his own. The first floor of the house had been ransacked, and the sight of Layla’s photographs smashed and strewn around the floor was almost more than he could handle. The dark energy signature from the night before was almost gone, and even though that should’ve been a comfort, it wasn’t. Pure-blooded Amoveo energy didn’t usually dissipate this quickly. There was something off kilter about the phantom of energy left behind, but he couldn’t quite nail down what it was.

Who in the hell had been here?

William slammed the door behind them, and his eyes shifted to his clan as he surveyed the wreckage left behind by the attack and the subsequent investigation.

Layla stood silently next to him, but her energy signature whipped around like a whirling dervish.

“I feel violated.” She hugged herself, which prompted William to pull her into his embrace.

He didn’t even think about it. It was instinctive and a sign that their comfort level with each other was moving in the right direction. Perhaps something positive would come of this horrific situation after all.

“It was always safe here, William. Woodbine was the one place in the world that I felt safe, and now some sick bastard has taken that away.”

“Don’t do that.” William lifted her chin so she was looking him in the face. “Don’t give up your power like that.”

She stilled. “What did you say?”

“Don’t let the Purists or anyone else take that iron-clad strength you have inside. It’s one of your most beautiful qualities. I realize Rosie isn’t a blood relation, but it seems to me it’s something you’ve learned from her.” He ran his hands down her arms and linked her fingers with his. “Don’t give anyone that kind of hold over you. People are only powerless when they
believe
they have no power.”

Layla smiled and hugged him tightly. “You’re right,” she said. “You’ve only been here for a couple of days, and you already sound like Rosie.”

“Well, something tells me that when she gets home, it would put her back in the hospital to see things like this,” he said, looking around at the mess. “What do you say we take back the house and wipe away any evidence of the incident?”

“I say, absolutely,” she whispered as one large tear rolled down her cheek.

She pulled away, but he held onto her hand.

“Until we find the person that did this, you are not going anywhere without me.” His eyes glittered like black diamonds, and the lines in his forehead deepened. “Do you understand me? You will go nowhere unattended.”

She tugged on her hand, attempting to free herself from his grip, but said nothing. He could see the wheels turning and knew her instinct was to fight him on the subject, but to his relief, she simply nodded and said, “Okay.”

He suspected there was a good chance she was placating him, but he’d take it. For now.

As the sun set, William put the last of the garbage bags outside in the shed and took a quick survey of the property. He uttered the ancient language and shifted into his gyrfalcon. Everything on the farm looked normal, but while soaring above the property, he sensed something else. He closed his eyes and tuned into the phantom energy signature that had been left behind from their intruder.

It hummed, almost imperceptibly around the farm, as William strained to connect with the wispy trail. Eyes closed, he rode the air currents silently, and then he found it—a subtle stumble within the larger energy wave. There were two different patterns within the ghostly stream, one darker than the other.

There had been two individuals here the night Rosie was attacked.

William’s eyes snapped open, and fear gripped his heart. Why hadn’t he sensed it before? Had they returned? Panic swamped him as he searched for Layla’s sweet, bright signature.

He shot down to the house like a bullet, shifted midair, and his feet barely hit the ground before he was running up the steps and into the house. The rational side of his brain knew that it was highly unlikely they’d come back. As irrational as it was, William had to see her, to know she was still safe. He barreled through the front door, and Layla looked at him like he’d lost his mind.

“You’re alright?” he said through heavy breaths.

William looked around the first floor and scanned the area. Much to his relief, the second signature was indeed only another ghost left behind. William stood in the front hall, a tad dumbfounded, and realized that for the first time in his life—he had overreacted.

“What the hell happened out there?” she asked as she hung the last picture back on the wall. “You look like you’re ready to kill someone.”

“Nothing.” William shut the front door securely and gave one last glance outside. Although the second signature was only a phantom, he was now absolutely certain there had been two people here the night Rosie was attacked. But he didn’t know who they were dealing with and wanted to get Malcolm and Dante’s opinion before he said anything to Layla.

“I’m just eager to find out who did this. It’s easier to defeat your enemy once you know them.”

“Okay.” She looked at him through weary eyes. “I’m not sure you’re being completely forthcoming with me, but I’m so freaking exhausted, I don’t have the energy to argue with you. I suspect you’re keeping something close to the vest until your friends get here.” She cocked her head and analyzed him with frightening accuracy. “Maybe you want to get their opinion on things before you share it with me?”

William’s face heated with embarrassment. No one had ever seen through him, or read him so easily before now. He cleared his throat and avoided her gaze.

“We’ve been working for hours, and I don’t think you’ve eaten anything since that horrid doughnut at the hospital.” He took her hand in his and led her into the family room. “Come with me.”

She didn’t argue or press him for information, but she didn’t take her eyes off him. He picked up the large plaid blanket draped over the back of the sofa and gestured for her to sit. Layla smirked and flopped onto the couch with a contented sigh as he placed the blanket over her lap.

“This is all very nice, but we can’t just sit here while Rosie is in the hospital.”

“I beg to differ,” he said smoothly. “If Rosie were here, the first thing she would do is try to get you to eat something, probably a piece of her pie, and if I didn’t do it, she’d smack me in the back of my head.”

“You’re right,” she said through a weak smile. “But I—”

William placed one finger over her lips, silencing her.

“Not another word. You are going to sit here and enjoy the fire while I gather something to eat.”

Layla arched one eyebrow and glanced past him to the cold, empty fireplace. “What fire?”

“This one,” he said.

He uttered the ancient language, waved his hand, and within seconds a roaring fire blazed brightly in the stone hearth.

“Not bad,” Layla said. She made a face of approval. “You’re a regular boy scout.”

The look on his face must’ve been amusing, because she burst out laughing.

“I am many things, but I was never a boy scout,” he said firmly.

Layla rolled her eyes and chuckled. “I don’t doubt it.”

William smiled in spite of himself. “Well, while you’re having a laugh at my expense, I’ll be getting us something to eat.”

His stomach rumbled as he went into the kitchen and whipped up some food. After a little rifling around in the unfamiliar pantry, he put together a nice tray of cheese, crackers, and grapes, and even rustled up a good bottle of Shiraz. He grabbed a couple of wineglasses and carried their makeshift dinner into the family room, but when he turned the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Layla sat curled up on the couch and the flickering firelight that emanated from the hearth bathed her in an ethereal glow. She reminded him of fairies from the stories of his childhood, or what the fairies would have looked like, if he could’ve brought them to life.

Beautiful.

Elusive.

Vibrant.

Magical.

She was the most spectacular creature he’d ever laid eyes on.

The sun had all but gone down, and since she hadn’t turned on any lights in the room, the only light was coming from the fire—or maybe… it was coming from her. At the moment, he couldn’t separate one from the other. She looked peaceful and cozy, but he, better than anyone, knew that turmoil swirled beneath the surface. Her energy waves had been thick with grief, confusion, and anger all day, and things hadn’t improved now that she was reading Raife’s mother’s diary.

In fact, it had only gotten worse.

Steeling himself against the power of her emotions, William circled the couch, placed everything on the knotted pine coffee table, and sat next to his mate. He poured a glass of wine for each of them and held hers out, but lost in her thoughts and the hypnotic dancing light of the fire, she didn’t even notice.

“Layla,” he said gently as he held the glass out. “I poured you some wine and got us something to eat.”

“No, thank you,” she said softly.

The sadness in her voice just about ripped his heart out and made him feel completely powerless. Put him in the heat of battle, in a courtroom, or in the sights of the Caedo, and no one could shake him, but put his brokenhearted mate in front of him, and he turned into a fumbling oaf without the slightest clue how to help her.

“Any word from Raife about how Rosie’s doing?”

“Yes,” she said without looking at him. “She’s still unconscious, but the doctors are a bit more optimistic. I wish she’d wake up,” she said in a quivering voice. “She can’t die, William. She just can’t.”

Emotions. He really, really sucked at dealing with emotions—especially the sensitive kind. Anger, hatred, revenge—those were easy. Cold and calculated, that was his comfort zone, but love, loss, and sadness were not things he knew how to remedy. There was no case law to cite or Caedo to defeat. There was simply the heart of his mate to cradle, and he hadn’t the foggiest notion how to do it.

Layla looked down at the worn brown leather diary in her hands, and William watched helplessly as one large teardrop rolled down her cheek. She sniffled and brushed it away, as if it was more annoying to her than anything else, and William could tell it bothered her to lose control of herself that way. She seemed almost as uncomfortable with it as he did—perhaps they had more in common than he previously thought.

“I don’t think there’s much in here that will help us,” she said tightly. “Raife’s mother doesn’t even divulge his father’s name or where he was from. She says he was part of the Timber Wolf Clan and that his own people killed him.” She glanced at him. “Amoveo may be hard to kill, but apparently, decapitation works just fine.” Layla shook her head as if trying to erase what she’d just read from her memories. “Most of it is just very sad.”

She handed the timeworn diary to him before picking up the wineglass he had put out for her. William took it in his hands and hesitated to open it. Although Raife had given them permission, his gut told him that it was really only for Layla.

“She was desperately in love with him… whoever he was.” She sipped the wine but kept her eyes focused on the fire. “The saddest entries are the ones she wrote after he was killed.”

“Well, that makes sense, don’t you agree?” William meant it. He couldn’t imagine the grief he would feel if he lost Layla, and they weren’t officially mated yet. “She’d lost the love of her life.”

“No.” Layla shook her head and shifted her body so she faced him. “It’s more than that. It was as if she died when he did. After his death, her words were hollow, and she became a ghost of herself without him.” Layla’s eyes were filled with fear. “Is that what happens?” The words came out in a rush, and her voice rose. “When people are mated, do the women completely lose themselves and become a mere extension of the men and just disappear?”

“No,” William said quietly. He placed the diary on the table, leaned his elbow on the back of the couch, and took her face gently in his hand. “
We
do not absorb
you…
don’t you see?” he whispered.

He brushed away the tear track on her cheek with the pad of his thumb, and she shivered under his touch. His eyes remained locked on hers as her energy waves fluttered faster through the room. His throat clogged with unfamiliar emotions, and he struggled to find the right words, worried that if he didn’t, she would slip away. He tangled her soft curls between his fingers and chose his words carefully.

“You and I will become a part of each other in every way—physically, mentally, emotionally. We will complement and enhance one another. When Amoveo are mated, we become true life partners, and there is a give and take on both sides,” he assured her. “I’m sure you’ve noticed that since we’ve found one another, certain changes have occurred, but neither is dominant over the other.”

“Is it because she was human?” She nibbled on her lip, and her large green eyes searched his for answers. “Is that why Raife and Tati’s mother got sick and died? Was she too weak to handle it?” Layla tore her gaze from his and looked down at the glass in her hand. “Like my mother,” she said in a barely audible whisper.

“Is that what you believe?” he asked, his heart breaking for her. “You think that your mothers got sick and died because they were humans who had mated with Amoveo?”

Layla nodded, pushed his hand away, shoved the blanket off her legs, and rose from the couch. As difficult as it was, William didn’t resist, but let her take the space that he knew she needed and watched her as she walked to the fireplace.

“She was crazy, you know, and a drug addict.” Layla picked up another log and added it to the fire but kept her back to William as she spoke. “She didn’t find out what my father was until after they had been together for a while, and she was already pregnant with me. It sent her over the edge. Although I suspect she’d spent most of her life flirting with the edge of sanity.”

She told her story as she looked into the dancing flames, too ashamed to look him in the face, while she divulged pieces of her past. William wanted nothing more than to scoop her up in his arms and tell her that none of that mattered, but he stayed where he was and allowed her to tell her story on her terms.