Moon Sworn

My gaze returned to Cole. “Have you seen a woman named Cass?”

“Yeah. She went to the hospital with one of the women. Why?”

“Because she saved my life and I just wanted to thank her again.”

“Then she’s someone I need to thank, as well,” Qui

Cole raised an eyebrow, expression suggesting he was unsure whether Qui

He nodded. “Dusty’s up there now, hacking into the system. It shouldn’t take him long to get in. Do you want to be advised when we do?”

I hesitated, then shook my head. “I’ll just read the report. I really need to go home, grab a shower, then rest.”

His gaze swept me, and his voice was wry as he said, “Oh, I don’t know. Bloodstained blue silk looks quite fetching on you.”

And if I didn’t watch it, that would be all my life contained. Bloodstains. On my skin, in my soul. I forced a smiled then walked away, Qui

I raised a hand to cut the glare of the sun as we walked out of the building, pausing on the front step as I looked down the street. My car was still parked where I’d left it.

I squinted down to the other end of the street but couldn’t see Qui

“A few streets over. I abandoned it when I felt you slipping too fast.” He bent to kiss me, his lips still cool on mine. “I’ll be right behind you within a minute.”

“It’s not like I’m going to pass out while I’m driving,” I said. “I’m really not that weak.”

He smiled, and lightly touched my nose. “You lie, Riley Jenson, but I appreciate the effort.”

With that, he turned and walked away. I watched him for several seconds, enjoying the lithe, economical way he moved, then turned and headed for my car.

Within minutes I’d joined the steady flow of traffic heading for the city. Qui

We were on Queens Road, cruising past Albert Park, when I saw the truck. It was on the other side of the road and driving way too fast, its movements erratic, swiping the cars that were trying to get out of its way and sending them spi

I edged over into the other lane, hoping that would keep me out of harm’s way. After surviving a silver bullet, the last thing I wanted was to be mown down by a goddamn truck.

I couldn’t see any cops behind the truck, but they surely couldn’t be too far away. The driver was obviously high on either drugs or alcohol, and someone would have reported him by now.

He drew closer, but the sheer height of the cab and the darkened windows made it almost impossible to see the driver. He was little more than a dark shadow, and for some reason, the small hairs on the back of my neck rose.

Which was ridiculous.

He was just another idiot in the grip of some form of substance abuse or this was his idea of fun driving. I’d seen plenty like him before, and I had no doubt I’d see plenty in the future.

And yet something suddenly felt wrong.

I watched him draw closer, my fingers tense on the wheel. The truck swerved away from my side of the road and, for an instant, I felt safe.

But I’d barely relaxed my grip when the truck’s tires squealed and the huge grille suddenly filled my vision. I cursed and ripped the wheel sideways as I hit the gas pedal. The car half spun as it surged forward and the truck hit the rear, smashing me into a lamppost. The impact flung me about violently and the side airbags popped, catching my head before it could hit the window. Metal crumpled as the passenger side of the car bent around the post.

We’d barely come to a standstill when another car hit us head-on. It tore my car away from the pole and sent it skidding backward, the windshield shattering under the impact and spraying me with glass. For a moment I couldn’t see anything, my vision filled with white bags and the steam erupting from my engine. I eased up on the gas pedal, but it didn’t make a damn bit of difference. I reached forward and turned the key, shutting the engine off. Moisture ran down the side of my face as I moved, stinging my eyes. I swiped at it irritably, and my fingers came away bloody. I hadn’t even felt a bump to the head.

Over the groaning of metal and the hiss of escaping steam came the deep-throated growl of the truck’s engine. The driver was still moving, still finding targets. And Qui

Fear surged and for a moment I couldn’t even breathe. Then I grabbed the handle and flung the door open. In my haste to get out I forgot the seat belt and it snapped tight, almost choking me.

I cursed, undid the thing, then climbed out. The road was awash with wrecked vehicles and dazed people getting out of cars. Ahead, the truck had found another victim. A black car had been turned onto its side, and the truck was hitting it again and again, rolling it over and over. There was blood on the windshield, and the back half of the car was crumpled almost beyond recognition. No one could survive such a mess …

Suddenly, what I was seeing hit.

That black car belonged to Qui

“No!” The scream was wrenched from my throat. I flung myself past the door and ran down the road. I couldn’t lose him as well. Not like this. Not in some stupid, senseless act of violence …

Something sharp hit my arm and I stumbled, whacking against the road hard, ski

I swiped at the thing in my arm and realized it was a dart. A goddamn hunting dart. “What the fuck?”

I reached for it, but my vision was suddenly blurry. The dart became two, then three, then all of them danced away. I swore and tried to get to my feet, tried to keep ru

The world was spi

“Well, what have we got here?” The voice was rich and somewhat arrogant. It was also far too familiar.

Blake.

The Alpha of the red pack. The man who’d made my childhood hell. The wolf who’d sworn revenge for the humiliation I’d dished out to him not so long ago.

Kye had warned me Blake was pla

He moved toward me, his bulk filling my vision and his gait oddly erratic. Like something was wrong with one of his legs and he couldn’t put much weight on it.

“You’d better hope you haven’t killed the man in that black car,” I croaked, blinking desperately to gain some clarity in my vision.

God, I just wanted to close them. To rest.

I jerked them open instead. There were fading bruises and almost-healed scratches all over his face, an indication he’d been in some sort of accident recently.

Shame he didn’t die in it, my i

Though I couldn’t help wondering what had happened—and whether it had been an accident, or someone’s attempt at retribution.

“Oh, he’s dead, have no doubt of that,” Blake said. “The car doesn’t even resemble a vehicle anymore.”

Fear leapt into my throat, my heart. I didn’t want to believe him, but I couldn’t feel Qui

He couldn’t be dead.

He couldn’t.

Boots invaded my vision. Shiny brown boots. I swiped a hand across my eyes and forced my head up. Past the boots and the medical uniform, until Blake’s blunt features swam into view. His silver eyes glinted with pleasure and his expression was victorious.

“I will kill you, Blake.” Though the words were shouted inside my head, they came out as little more than a croak. “And if I don’t, the Directorate will.”