She had to choose.
Vaughn completed
his watch rotation without speaking to a single packmate, then took off into the purple glow of day turning to night. He ran for hours, heading deeper and deeper into the Sierra Nevada, territory that had once belonged solely to the wolves. The chill mountain air ruffled his fur in a way that usually gave him the greatest of pleasure. But not tonight.
Tonight, the human half was very much in charge and it was beyond furious. He’d mated to a woman who might reject him and walk away. Forever. It made him want to shake her until she came to her senses and accepted the bond between them. How could she not see it? Yet she didn’t.
Powered by a chaotic mix of anger and pain, he ran so far that he left everything known behind. Only then did he take to the trees and find a perch from which to watch the night moods of the forest and think. But thinking wasn’t what he ended up doing, his emotions too violent for anything that rational. So he tried to wrap himself in the aloneness of the night, tried to teach himself the sound of silence, the sound he’d be living with if Faith renounced their bond.
It took him bare seconds to realize he’d been mistaken. He wasn’t alone, the scent of Pack was strong in the panther who’d tracked him. Lucas didn’t make a sound as he padded to a spot on another branch of the same tree as Vaughn. Neither did he make any move to instigate a conversation, and when Vaughn took off again, he ran beside him.
It was hours later by the time Vaughn led them back to his home and they shifted. Uncaring of their nakedness, they sat atop the small hill that the cave was buried under and watched the edge of a brilliant dawn lighten the sky.
“Where’s Sascha?” Vaughn asked.
“She and Tammy stayed over at the SnowDancer den after working with Brenna.”
At the mention of the SnowDancer female who’d been violated by Enrique, Vaughn’s simmering anger exploded into full-blown fury. “You trusted her to the wolves?”
“Yeah. Hawke never breaks his word.” Lucas grinned. “And the damn wolf knows Clay and Nate will tear him to shreds if he so much as lays a finger on either of our women. They’re up there, too.”
“So much for trust.”
“Trust takes time.”
And while the economic partnership between DarkRiver and the SnowDancers had held for almost a decade, the blood alliance between the two packs was only months old. “Why did you track me?”
“Thought you might want to talk.”
“Why?” Vaughn disappeared on long runs nearly every week, the jaguar seeking solitude.
“Sascha. She said something before heading up to the SnowDancers.”
“What?”
“Her powers are developing in an unexpected way. Either that or it’s the influence of the Web.” The leopard male crossed his arms over his knees and clasped the wrist of one hand with the other. “She didn’t feel anything from you the whole day and she got worried.”
“She got worried because she
didn’t
feel anything?”
“She says she’s constantly aware of the presence of everyone in the Web, a hum that lets her know you’re alive. But yesterday you shut down so violently she thought something might’ve happened to you.”
Vaughn didn’t particularly like the idea of being shadowed. “I want her to teach me how to block her.”
“Yeah, she figured. She’s been working on something for everyone.”
“Good.”
“So, you hurt?”
“No.” Nothing physical.
“Want to talk?”
“About as much as I want a lobotomy.”
“Then how about we go one-on-one?”
Vaughn decided that pounding Lucas into a pulp sounded like an excellent way to work out his frustration and anger. “Fine.”
They changed back into animal form and went at it. Lucas might be his alpha, but tonight they were simply friends. And Vaughn was a jaguar. They were generally bigger than leopards—he was no exception. However, Lucas was faster, a result of being born the pack’s Hunter, charged with the responsibility of executing former packmates who’d gone violently rogue. Put together, it meant they were evenly matched in most situations, but today Vaughn was full of so much anger that he was lethal, a savage hail of teeth and claws and dangerously powerful jaws.
When they finally called it quits, both were bruised and a little bloody. Lucas wiped a red streak from his chest. “Sascha’s going to be pissed. Maybe it’ll heal before she sees it.” It wasn’t a vain hope. Most surface cuts and scratches healed relatively fast on changelings.
“You’re gonna have a black eye.”
“Fuck.” Lucas touched the eye. “That’s not going to heal before tonight.”
“Yeah, well, you almost took off my hand.” He flexed his wrist, raw from the grip Lucas had had on his paw.
“Had to keep you from clawing off my ear. I don’t think my mate would’ve been too impressed with a one-eared panther.” Lucas began to grin.
Vaughn scowled. “What?”
“Faith’ll teach you.”
Dropping his head between raised knees, he blew out a rough breath. “Faith—” He couldn’t say it, couldn’t betray her even to Lucas. She was his mate. That loyalty came before everything else. Until she walked away, until she broke the bond, he’d honor it with everything in him.
Lucas gripped his shoulder. “She’ll tear you up worse than any animal, make you feel as if your heart’s being cut into a thousand pieces, but she’ll also heal you in a way no one else will ever be able to do.”
If
she came to him.
For the first
time in over twenty-four years, Faith was absolutely lost. Her life had been circumscribed since birth. She’d never really had a choice. But now she had to make one that would change the course of her entire future. The problem was, she didn’t know how to make that choice.
So she spent the morning uploading a backlog of vision triggers into her mind, and the afternoon spitting out prediction after prediction until Xi Yun intervened. “You can’t sustain this level of activity.”
Showed what he knew. “Thank you for stopping me. I forgot.” What had once been truth had become nothing more than a useful excuse.
“It’s my job.” A small pause. “I’m sending a meal plan to your kitchen computer. Your bioreadings are showing low amounts of certain minerals.”
“Acknowledged.” Ending the communication, she went into the kitchen and took her time sipping the prescribed soup and chewing the meal bars.
But it was still only four in the afternoon when she finished. Restless, she went into her bedroom and opted to occupy her mind with the data flows of the Net. It was procrastination, but she decided she was allowed—no one should have to deal with as many shocks as she’d had to in the preceding days. Given room to breathe, maybe her subconscious would discern an answer on its own. In the meantime, she’d put her conscious mind to decoding the puzzle of the Council’s sudden interest in her. And they weren’t the only ones she had to be wary of.
Kaleb Krychek could prove a very dangerous adversary if he decided she posed a real threat to his promotion. She wanted to see whether she could learn anything further about him—likely a futile task given his skills, but it was better than obsessing over a jaguar who wasn’t there to confuse, challenge, and infuriate her.
Who might never be there again.
The PsyNet was the same star-studded darkness—bright, brilliant, and beautiful. Vaughn didn’t understand what it was that he was asking her to give up. This sprawling net of minds was full of such energy, such mental capacity, such strength. The cardinals blazed supernova bright, while the lowest Gradients were mere glows, but every single mind contributed to bringing light into the black isolation of total individuality. The PsyNet was the greatest gift of her race, the greatest art they’d ever create. If she dropped out of the Net, she’d lose the light, be alone as she’d never before been alone.
The Council’s possible offer was a chance to immerse herself even deeper into the Net, to become one of the care-takers of this magnificent creation. And Vaughn? Wasn’t he something amazing, too, something she’d never imagined she’d be allowed to touch? He assuaged the loneliness inside of her by his very presence, giving her an intimacy, a closeness the Net could never provide. If only she could have them both.
But she must choose.
Mentally shaking her head to dislodge the question for which she had no answer, she took herself to one of the main data conduits. Though information could be accessed from anywhere in the Net, most of the raw data was shunted through these points and, as such, was in its purest form.
Eschewing a search that might send up red flags, she set her mind to copy files that responded to certain keywords and then simply let the continuous uploads flow through her. Her act was nothing unusual, so she didn’t bother to check if anyone was following her.
When nothing met her specifications after almost an hour, she left the stream in favor of surfing the Net, sieving the random data through preset filters. The process wasn’t as haphazard as it sounded for a very straightforward reason: the Net was anchored in the minds of millions of psychic beings and was therefore itself ordered by the principles of psychic energy. No one had managed to completely explain those principles to date, but all Psy knew that if you looked for something with enough focus and for long enough, the Net would start to throw you cookie crumbs of relevant data.
As it did for Faith.
A few whispers reached her. As she’d told her jaguar, something spoken within the Net never left the Net, though words spoken behind vaults and shields were locked into place and degraded in secret. Unshielded whispers, too, would eventually degrade, but until they did, they were part of the biggest living information system in the world.
Kaleb Krychek has been seen with Nikita Duncan.
The Council has a short list.
. . . possibly an F-Psy . . .
Enrique was Tk-Psy, too.
She was surprised by the whispers—the Council was skilled at ensuring a data blackout when necessary. Logically that meant they had to have leaked the short list. A test? Set Kaleb against Faith and wait to see which one walked out alive? She wouldn’t put it past the Council to employ such barbaric tactics under the guise of efficiency, but it made no sense in this situation.
If they’d wanted pure lethal strength combined with cold Psy practicality, then Kaleb was, without a doubt, the correct candidate. He’d proven that over and over. Which could mean the leak was a warning to Kaleb that this time, something else was part of the equation. If it was, it was a worthless one. Faith knew nothing would ever keep Kaleb from taking her down if he decided she needed to be neutralized.
Something brushed her mind and it was so familiar she barely gave it a thought. But seconds after the NetMind had passed, she found herself turning to look for it, though of course, it couldn’t be seen. It just was. Something in its fleeting touch had stimulated the section of her mind that housed the vision channels. The knowing was vague, less a vision than a premonition that the NetMind was going to be important to her life.
After another few moments of trying to refine the thought, she gave up and dropped back into her body, her psychic energy exhausted by the chaos in her mind. It was tempting to try to avoid sleep as a way to escape the darkness, but she fought that voice with inarguable logic—the visions would come whether she was awake or asleep. In that, she had no choice.
As she had no real choice in the decision to stay or leave the Net.
But two hours
later, the touch that woke her wasn’t of evil, but of something far more dangerous. “You came back.”
His finger trailed down her cheek. “You have bruises under your eyes—I should’ve let you sleep.”
“No. We need to talk.”
He broke the skin-to-skin contact and rose fluidly to sit on the bed. Following, she sat up to face him. “I’ve been thinking about what you want, about the choice you want me to make, but the fact is I have to live in this world. If I cut the Net link, I die.”
“You once asked me if I could do for you what Lucas does for Sascha. The answer is yes.”
Every certainty shattered. “How?”
“Make your choice and then ask. I can’t risk trusting you with that information while you’re hooked up to the Net.”
“Because of Sascha.” An emotion she recognized as jealousy dug its claws into Faith.
“Because of every Psy who might one day need the knowledge.”
“You’re asking me to make a decision about my whole future, my life, based on your belief that you can get me out. What if you’re wrong?”
“I’m not wrong.” His words held the assurance of a predatory male used to having his way.
“How do you know?”
He touched her again, a quick, shocking graze of his lips against hers. “Because you’re already out—the only thing you have to do is open your eyes and see.”
“Vaughn.” It was a whisper that held her need, her frustration, her desperation.
“Always.” His breath was hot on the shell of her ear.
She shook her head in reproach. “Not if I choose to continue living the life I’m good at living.”
Something twisted in those not quite human eyes. “Even then, Faith. Even then. If you call for me, I’ll come.”
And it would break him apart, destroy his sense of honor and loyalty . . . because he’d be sleeping with the enemy. But she had to make him see why this was such a difficult choice for her. “These are my people, my version of Pack, and I’m tied to them by so many bonds. They may not love me in the sense DarkRiver loves you, but my PsyClan needs me.
“If I leave, a hundred jobs directly connected to me will go, from the guards to the M-Psy. But it’s the ripple effects that’ll really devastate. Money will stop flowing into the PsyClan. Schools won’t be affordable, research will be stopped, children will be pulled from mental enrichment programs when it might be those very programs that allow some of us to fight Silence.”