Moon Sworn

“Even when she was repeatedly told to keep her nose out of it,” Harris murmured, humor touching his lips as his gaze met mine.

“Ah, well.” Jack walked across the room and helped himself to some coffee. “I’ve been her boss for years and, let me tell you, getting her to obey orders is impossible.”

“But in this case, it was a good thing.” I leaned back against Qui

“Probably because whoever was doing the memory rearranging didn’t know enough about your life to make it stick.”

With the back of my head resting against Qui

“That makes sense, because the stuff they didn’t know about—like my seagull shape and clairvoyance skills—I could access, but my wolf shape, and the knowledge of who and what I was, I couldn’t.”

“So why didn’t they erase your mind completely?” Harris asked. “That would have been a whole lot easier, surely?”

“It would have,” Jack said, “but Riley has extremely strong shields. Most vampires wouldn’t break past more than the first few layers of memories.”

He could, as could Qui

The thought made me smile. It was nice to actually remember.

“Which is why you’ve lost the everyday stuff and not most of the deeper, instinctive information,” Rhoan said. His gaze went to my ear. “Have you been wearing a set of those nulling implants like the ones that Kye placed on you several months ago? Because I haven’t been able to feel your presence, and Qui

“Not until about an hour ago,” Qui

I smiled and placed my hands over his. “We took the implants out about then.” I glanced at my brother. “When I disappeared, did you go talk to Blake?”

His thin cold smile said it all. “Yes. He claimed to know nothing.”

“And you believed him?”

“No. But I couldn’t kill him, either—not until we found out where you were. He’s still under surveillance.”

“Blake?” Evin said, sitting up a little straighter. “You mean our Blake? The leader of the Jenson pack?”

“The very one,” Rhoan said, still eyeing Evin critically. “With that hair color, I take it you’re from the Jenson pack?”

“Yes.” He was staring at the two of us with an odd sort of expression. “You’re Riley and Rhoan Jenson, aren’t you?”

I raised an eyebrow at the edge in his voice. “I think we’ve already established that.”

“No,” he said, almost savagely, then added, “I mean, you don’t understand. My father is Vernon Jenson, and he married Raya

I stared at him. “Your father married our mother? That means—”

“That I was right. I am your brother. By marriage, granted, but kin all the same.” He smiled. “And you have a brother and two sisters you really need to meet.”

“What?” Rhoan’s gaze jumped between me and Evin. “Mum wouldn’t do that.”

Evin raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t she?”

“Because she swore never to have any more children after the way we were treated. And a civil ceremony? That means they’re not soul mates—”

“But they love each other all the same. It may not be the deep, forever co

“Fuck,” Rhoan said, and thrust a hand through his short hair. But when he glanced at me, his eyes were bright and shiny. “We have brothers and sisters.”

And underneath those words ran one joyous sentiment: We are no longer alone.

We had siblings. We might not know them, nor they us, but we had blood kin. We were a part of a family unit. And for wolves who had been so alone for so long, that was a powerful realization.

“But why the hell would Mom swear such a thing? And why would Blake want to kill you?” Evin asked.

“Mom’s never said much about your reasons for leaving, only that it was for the best. And certainly Blake’s never mentioned you.”

“He wouldn’t, especially after what we did to him last year,” Rhoan said. “But I bet he’s been plotting his revenge since then.”

“A revenge he denies being a part of.” I squeezed Qui

“Then let’s go kill the bastard,” Rhoan said, voice flat and deadly.

“Hold the anger in check,” Jack snapped. “Riley’s safe. The rest of it can wait. We are guardians, and we have the people behind these revenge killings to stop. That has to be our priority.”

“Then am I to gather,” Harris said, his arms crossed and face as impassive as ever, “that your presence here is the reason why the Perth Directorate has not responded to our request for help?”

“Basically, yes,” Jack said. “Although I have to say, there will be some ass-kicking in Perth, because they did not flag your request through to us as soon as they got it.”

“We were wondering what was going on. Ha

“‘Should’ being the operative word. When we did actually receive it, we accessed your system for details and saw your search for information on one Ha

On Qui

“How is the investigation actually going?” I asked. “Did you get much information out of the two shifters we caught at the brothel?”

Jack shook his head. “Several contact names—two we tracked down and one we didn’t. This organization is like government—lots of different sections that don’t know what the other is doing or where it is located.”

“Meaning we might not have much better luck with the vamp.”

“We can but try.”

“We also have the pilot who’d come to pick him up in custody,” Harris said. “The helicopter is privately owned by a company listed as Daskill Holdings. I was checking the validity of the licenses when the vamp gained control of my deputy’s mind and sidetracked me.”

“Daskill? I’ve heard that name before.” Jack frowned. “Rhoan, contact Sal and get her to do a complete background check on that company and its owners.”

Rhoan nodded and reached for his phone. As he made his call, I walked across to the machine and made three coffees, sliding one across to Rhoan before picking up the other two and returning to Qui

“Are you going to interrogate the vamp?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Meaning you don’t want to?”

“Well, considering I shot him twice to stop him from hitting me telepathically, I very much doubt he’s going to cooperate with me.”