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“Are you—” Her voice cracked, almost wouldn’t come. “Are you telling me that you’re like them—the ones that killed my mother and Richie? The ones that killed the Tomses and Lanny and Big Dave?”

“I’m not sure who’s to blame for the killings here recently, but I’m nothing like that. And only the sickest, most heinous members of my kind would do what was done to your family, Alex.” He reached out and took her hand in his, brought her fingers to his mouth and kissed them with aching tenderness. His quicksilver eyes held her gaze with
an intensity that seared her, deep inside. “I am Breed, Alex. But I will never harm you, or anyone you love. Never. My God, I sure didn’t see you coming—didn’t see any of this coming. I never expected I’d end up caring like this.”

“Kade,” she whispered, not knowing what she wanted to say to him after all the things he’d just told her. She was filled with questions and uncertainty, overwhelmed with a confusion of emotions, all of it centered on the man—the Breed male—who held her hand right now, and her heart.

As though he understood the torment she was feeling, he leaned around the small table and gathered her into his arms. Alex went to him, letting him pull her onto his lap.

“I don’t know what to think of all this,” she murmured. “I have so many questions.”

“I know.” He drew her away from him and smoothed the backs of his fingers along the side of her face, the curve of her neck. “I’ll answer anything you ask me. When I come back, you can ask me everything you need to know.”

“When you come back?” The thought of him leaving, now, when her head—hell, her whole life—was turned upside-down, was unthinkable. He stood up, easing her up with him. “Where are you going?”

“Something has been bothering me about Skeeter Arnold. I saw him with someone the other night, outside Pete’s tavern. They took him to a mining company several miles from here.”

“What was the name of it?”

“Coldstream.”

Alex frowned. “That place shut down about twenty years ago, but I heard new management moved in recently. They’re keeping things pretty private out there. Put up a bunch of surveillance equipment and security fences around the perimeter.”

“New management, eh?” Kade’s dark expression spoke volumes.

“You don’t think …”

“Yeah, I do. But I need to be sure.”

“Then I’m going with you.”

His dark brows crashed together. “Absolutely not. It could be dangerous—”

“Exactly why I’m not about to wait around and worry. I am going with you.” She walked over and grabbed her parka, pretending she didn’t hear his muttered curse behind her. “Well, are you coming, or what?”

CHAPTER
Nineteen

S
ince his snowmachine was still parked at Alex’s house from earlier that morning, they had each taken a sled and rode out together, heading for the Coldstream Mining Company several miles out of town. Rather than draw undue attention, they’d ditched the noisy machines about a half mile from the secured site and walked the rest of the way on snowshoes.

The reconnaissance would have gone a lot faster if he’d been able to do it alone, but Kade was inwardly relieved to have Alex with him. At least this way she was in sight and within arm’s reach. Back in town by herself left her vulnerable, a concept that made his heart squeeze a bit tighter
in his chest as he navigated the dark, frozen tundra at her side.

Up ahead of them several hundred yards, floodlights washing over the snow, the mining company’s compound was alive with activity. As had been the case when Kade first surveilled the location, tonight a handful of uniformed workers continued to empty one of the two parked cargo containers outside the mouth of the mine itself. Guards with automatic rifles patrolled the barricade out front; mounted security cameras were trained on the land surrounding the tall chain-link perimeter fence.

Kade paused, putting his gloved hand on Alex’s arm. “This is as far as we go.”

“But we need to get much closer to see what’s going on in there,” she whispered, her breath clouding as it penetrated the fleece mask that protected her face.

“Too dangerous for you to get any closer, and I’m not about to leave you here without me.”

“Then let’s go back to Harmony and get my plane. We can fly over for a better look.”

“And risk letting them identify you from the ground?” Kade gave a curt shake of his head. “Not even if Harmony had a hundred pilots who owned little red single-engines. No, there is another way.”

He inhaled deeply, letting a low howl build slowly in his throat. Then he sent it skyward in a long, searching summons. It took only a moment for a wilder reply to answer from somewhere not far off toward the west. Kade sought the lupine voice with his mind, then, with a wordless command, he called the wolf out from the night.

Alex startled when the silver-furred animal stepped into view from the woods and walked directly into their path.

“It’s okay,” Kade told her. He glanced at her, his mouth
curving at her open astonishment. “You have your talent; I have mine.”

“Yours is way better,” she murmured on a breathless whisper.

He smiled, then fixed his gaze on the wolf’s bright, intelligent eyes. It listened to the silent instructions he gave, then it dashed off in stealth motion to carry them out.

Alex gaped at him. “What did you just do? And, um … how?”

“I asked the wolf to help us. She’ll get closer to the site than we can, and through the link she and I now share, she will show me everything she sees.”

Alex got quiet as Kade focused on the temporary connection that put him inside the wolf’s senses. Kade closed his eyes, feeling the rhythmic fall of its paws in the snow, hearing the soft huffs of its lungs, the steady, rapid beat of its heart. And through the keen night-sharp vision, he saw the webbed fence and heavy-security outbuildings, the workers—Minions, all of them, he realized now—shuffling in and out of the mine’s cavernous entrance, wheeling crated equipment and large, unmarked cartons of God knew what kinds of supplies.

The new management had moved in, all right, and from the looks of it, they wanted to make damned sure that no one got too close to see what they were about.

And speaking of the mining company’s new management …

The wolf’s ears pricked to attention, self-preservation instincts pushing her down into a low crouch as a large male with fair hair and expensive taste in suits strode from within the mine. Although Kade had never seen him before, he didn’t miss for an instant that the male was Breed. If his size and demeanor hadn’t given him away, the extensive
network of
dermaglyphs
would have. The markings tracked out from the rolled-up cuffs and open throat of his white dress shirt, in patterns that clearly declared him an elder of the Breed.

Easily powerful enough to turn a human like Skeeter Arnold into his Minion.

And flanking him like an obedient hound was another Breed male. If the one dressed like a Wall Street banker was formidable simply for the purity of his bloodline, then the individual standing with him trumped him by roughly a mile. Armed to the fangs and dressed from head to toe in black combat gear, his head shaved bald, covered with dense
glyphs
, this was a new enemy that Kade and the rest of the Order had only recently become familiar with.

Through the wolf’s eyes, he saw the gleaming black collar that ringed the assassin’s neck—an electronic collar rigged with an explosive device that ensured the vampire’s loyalty to his creator’s deviant initiatives.

“Ah, fuck,” Kade muttered aloud as he remotely observed the scene from his lupine helper’s eyes. “Dragos has sent one of his assassins here.”

“Who?” Alex whispered from beside him. “Assassins? Oh, my God. Kade, tell me what you see.”

He shook his head, unable to explain things adequately while his gut was churning with sudden dread and suspicion.

Why would Dragos send a lieutenant of his operations and one of his personal stock of born-and-bred Gen One killers to the middle of the frigid Alaskan interior?

What the hell were they doing here?

Once the vampires were gone inside another building, Kade directed the wolf to change position, to find a safe, concealed spot to dig beneath the perimeter fence and
creep inside. He needed a better look at the cargo containers, particularly the one that the Minion workers seemed to take little interest in—the one, he noticed now, that bore huge dents in its sides and smashed, twisted hinges on the double doors at its rear.

He waited, heart pounding in time with the wolf’s as she dug her claws into the snow and burrowed deep, then wedged her body beneath the fence. She pulled herself through and began a stealthy crawl, knowing instinctively to keep to the shadows. As she neared the freight containers, Kade’s muscles tensed.

He had guessed he would find bad news inside the wrecked cargo hold. He’d been more than right about that. As the courageous wolf poked her head into the gaping ruin of the doors, peering into what had been a refrigerated space, Kade made instant, grim sense of the objects that held little meaning to her.

He saw the smashed, large steel-and-concrete box that sat inside, its lid torn off and reduced to broken rubble. He saw the bloodstains that had dried nearly black on the floor and walls of the hold—bloodstains that reeked of his own kind as the wolf drew the trace scent into her sensitive nostrils. He saw the titanium restraints that had once encircled the thick wrists and ankles of a creature that most of the Breed population believed had been driven to extinction centuries ago … a creature that the Order knew firsthand did, in fact, still live.

The Ancient
.

One of the alien forefathers who’d sired the entire Breed race on Earth.

The powerful, savage otherworlder that Dragos had been using to further his insane goals.

Had Dragos and his associates moved it north after the
Order’s recent strike on Dragos’s hidden lair? Had they thought to relocate the Ancient as far from the Order’s reach as possible, transferring it to the old mine?

Or had that been the plan, until the Ancient somehow found a way to escape his captivity?

Kade thought back on the recent killings in the bush and on today’s brutal attack on the two men from Harmony.

Neither Seth nor Rogues had been to blame.

Now he knew that with the gravest certainty. It had been something much worse.

“Jesus Christ,” Kade hissed. “It’s out here somewhere. On the loose.”

He commanded the wolf to abandon her prowl at once, and stayed with her as she made a quick escape from the mining company grounds. As her dark silver shadow vanished into the nearby forest, Kade broke their mental connection and reached for Alex’s hand.

“We have to get out of here. Now.”

She nodded at his urgent tone and ran with him, wasting no precious time on questions. He would explain everything to her, but first, he needed to contact the Order in Boston. Lucan and the others needed to know what he’d discovered here, and just how far his mission had veered off course.

Zach Tucker knocked the carbide handle of his state-issued Maglite against the rickety doorjamb a few more times and waited, not with any kind of patience, on the back steps of Skeeter Arnold’s run-down apartment.

Since the asshole had been ignoring his cell calls and
text messages for the past twenty-four hours, Zach saw little choice but to make an in-person inquiry at the house Skeeter shared with his mother. Five minutes standing in the cold, freezing his balls off while he banged on the door with no reply, but he wasn’t going anywhere until he got some answers out of the cocky piece of shit.

Answers, and the five hundred dollars cash that Skeeter owed him from their most recent deal.

If Skeeter thought he could walk away without giving Zach his cut, he was sorely mistaken. And if he’d somehow gotten it into his fool head that he no longer needed Zach—that maybe he’d found himself another source of procurement in the area and suddenly had ideas about severing their association—then Skeeter Arnold might just discover that he was deadly mistaken.

Zach rapped on the door again, hard enough it was a wonder the frozen wood didn’t shatter under the repeated blows of his flashlight handle.

Finally, a muffled voice sounded from somewhere inside—not Skeeter, but Ida Arnold, his offensive bitch of a mother. Zach despised the old woman, though not as much as Skeeter must have, being subjected to her piss and venom every day.

“Goddamn it, I’m coming! I’m coming!” she hollered, the heavy shuffle of her footsteps punctuating every syllable. The porch light went on over his head, then the door was yanked open on another coarse grumble.

“Evening, Ida,” Zach said pleasantly as she scowled at him.

“What do you want?” She crossed her arms over her breasts, tugging at the edges of her old housecoat. “You come to tell me he’s in trouble again?”

“No, ma’am.”

She grunted. “He dead?”

“No, ma’am. Nothing like that.” He cocked his head. “Why would you think that?”

“Wouldn’t surprise me, is all. I heard what happened to Big Dave and Lanny Ham today.” At Zach’s grim nod, she huffed out a breath and shrugged. “Never did care much for either one of them, tell you the truth.”