As Nikita had made clear, she didn’t support the Council’s plan. However, she’d been placed in charge of it because Shoshanna had made a point of saying that as the mess was in Nikita’s backyard, she should be the one to clean it up. Especially since her daughter was part of the problem.
Nikita gave him a chilly Psy smile. It meant nothing, of course. “If stage one of the plan works as expected, we should see a number of changeling fatalities within the next few hours.”
CHAPTER 15
The morning
after she’d witnessed Judd’s dream, Brenna left the cabin for a walk. The air was fresh and crisp under the snow-heavy trees. Judd had already gone to check things at the boundary line, leaving her plenty of time to think.
You aren’t seeing what I’m telling you.
Judd believed she was viewing him through rose-colored lenses, but he was wrong. She understood what he’d done, realized the darkness inside of him. But she’d also looked true evil in the face, had had the sliminess of it invade her mind. She knew categorically that Judd was not cut from the same cloth.
Not that his confession had come as a surprise. She’d sensed from the start that he was no angel. Still, he’d attracted her, the changeling heart of her sensing a strength in him that would complement and nurture her own. It had never scared her that—
Something made a sound to her left.
Freezing, she sniffed the air and felt her eyes widen. Her first instinct was to call out to Judd, but she had no idea of his exact location. Neither could she backtrack to the cabin—she’d walked a long way and was now cut off from both it and the weapons hidden inside. She couldn’t even defend herself by going wolf.
Her stomach twisted, but she forced herself to think past the bitter taste of rage. If the intruders scented her, she was dead. Right then, she was downwind, a small advantage—she could probably take out two or three of them before they realized they were under attack. The trouble was, there were a lot more than three hyenas out there. And while hyena changelings were often cowards one-on-one, they wouldn’t hesitate to go for a more dominant target if a pack of them found you alone and unprotected. She’d be torn to pieces in minutes.
Moving carefully to avoid betraying her position, she thanked the heavens for the firs that provided cover. Ordinarily, she would’ve gone up into those same trees, but that would trigger snowfall from the branches.
Snow!
Brenna, you idiot!
It was a mental curse as she looked behind her and saw the solitary trail of footprints. She didn’t have time to go back and erase them, but she made sure to cover her tracks from that point onward. Too late. Too slow. She was far too slow. She considered breaking out into a full run, but with so many of them, they would run her to ground before she reached safe harbor.
Brenna
.
It wasn’t exactly a sound in her head, not a spoken word in any way. She couldn’t explain how she heard it, but she knew it was Judd. It “smelled” like him.
Still. Be still.
An illogical request, but she trusted him—and his abilities—too much not to realize he had to have a plan. She froze, even though the hyenas were getting perilously close.
Open.
She felt a push on her mind. Her mouth dried, her heart closed into a tight shell, and fear bloomed on her tongue.
No!
She didn’t want anyone in her mind ever again.
Alright. But don’t move. Trust me.
The hyenas were going to see her at any moment, but she obeyed his order. And when her skin seemed to
shift
over her skeleton, she tried not to panic. Then she felt her bones change shape in a way that wasn’t anything similar to how they transformed during the shift from human to animal. It was too much. Her reactions were born from instinct, hard to control under normal conditions, impossible in a situation where she was already hovering an inch from panic. She would’ve fought then, disturbed the quiet and given herself away, but he set her free.
She hit the ground hard despite the thick layer of snow. Blinking away the strange disorientation that made it hard to focus, she got up, shook her head, and prepared to run . . . but found the landscape startlingly unfamiliar. She was no longer anywhere near the hyenas. Safe, she was safe. But Judd was nowhere to be seen.
“Where are you?” She scanned the area around her, but the snow lay unbroken. He hadn’t passed through here. It took real effort for her to think past the wolf’s need to go to Judd’s aid, to help defend their territory, but she hunkered down to wait.
As things stood, Judd knew where she was and could find her more easily if she didn’t move. It was common sense. That didn’t make her any less scared for him. He was out there alone against a pack of hyenas—hyenas who should’ve been too terrified to come anywhere near SnowDancer land. Their boldness told her they were packing weapons more dangerous than simply claws and teeth. “Come on, Judd,” she whispered. “Where are you?”
Judd
was on the verge of flaming out—what he’d done with Brenna had taken a massive amount of energy. He briefly considered teleporting a gun from the cabin using what power remained, but realized the act would wipe him out and leave him a sitting duck. In human terms, he was running on fumes. An hour at most and he’d collapse on the psychic plane, his abilities useless for the next twenty-four hours or more. The physical collapse would hit a few hours after the psychic one.
If this had happened while he’d been uplinked to the PsyNet, his psychic star would’ve flamed red for a few seconds just before he crashed, long enough for others to notice and use to their advantage. That was why Psy went to great lengths to avoid flameouts. It left them vulnerable—while their basic shields would hold, the more sophisticated protections tended to collapse, giving enemies a near defenseless victim.
Out here, however, even his family might not notice his condition. Because of the difficulty of keeping three immature minds from inadvertently dropping out of the LaurenNet and attempting to rejoin the PsyNet, they had been training Sienna, Marlee, and Toby to stay out of the LaurenNet as much as possible. It was a hard task—living on the psychic plane as well as the physical was natural for them. But their safety had to come first.
Having circled close to the intruders, he allowed his body to lean against a tree. While the physical collapse could be held off, it would sap his energy bit by bit, so he had to conserve it where he could. That collapse itself was nothing normal. Most Psy only flamed out on the psychic level. It was the nature of his abilities that altered things for him.
It makes you vulnerable.
Ming LeBon’s mental voice, the voice that had shaped so much of who Judd had become.
However, as it appears to be an unavoidable side effect of your abilities, I suggest you train your body to survive on the bare minimum of energy.
Judd had been fourteen at the time and in thrall to his mentor. Ming possessed one of the strongest minds he had ever seen. The senior Arrow’s ability in mental combat was unparalleled, but what set Ming apart from his peers was that he’d trained his body, too. He had a deadly facility in several human disciplines, including karate and the rare form known as katana.
The Way of the Sword.
Except that it used no blades but those created by skillful use of the body, honing men to a lethal edge. Judd had studied under Ming, then later under a human teacher, spending an entire year in the freezing chill of Old Sapporo. The abandoned Japanese city was so inhospitable, it was populated only by those who wanted to push their bodies to the limit, such as the disciples of katana. Though the highly offensive martial art—developed during the Japan-Korea war over half a century ago—could be used to kill, its worth to the Psy lay in the extreme mental and physical discipline it taught.
But even katana only went so far with a Tk on the edge of a flameout. Expanding his senses, he began to collect data. He wasn’t changeling so it could’ve been difficult for him to identify the exact species, but some of the hyenas had shifted to their animal forms. There were twenty in the scan radius and many registered as carrying weapons. He needed a closer look at those weapons.
Making a quick decision, he moved closer, using what he’d learned in Old Sapporo to check the creeping shroud of exhaustion and keep his brain functioning. Once he’d positioned himself in the direct path of one of the hyenas in human form, he leaned against another tree and did the thing that only his subdesignation could. He blurred his body, becoming effectively invisible. It had been postulated that this aspect of his ability sprang from the same core as that of the F-Psy, that he was actually bending time.
Concentrate.
Wandering thought patterns were a sign of oncoming flameout. He managed to drag his mind back under control in the nick of time. A hyena male walked past, a weapon strapped to his back and another in his arms. Pinpoint migraines began to spark behind Judd’s eyelids, but he maintained the “invisibility” until the invader was well out of range. Then he focused on getting out of the hot zone without leaving a trail.
The explosion came half an hour later.
Brenna heard
the bang before she saw the smoke spiral up into the sky. The urge to head in that direction was so overwhelming that she had to grit her teeth to restrain it. Her family had not raised a stupid wolf. With the snow, the blaze wouldn’t accelerate. Furthermore, the wood was treated to be flame-retardant
and
she had neither the firepower nor the backup to take on a whole pack of those damn scavengers.
But her frustration at being so helpless wasn’t the worst of it—she was scared to death that they had gotten to Judd. Then he walked out of the forest. Racing to him, she put a hand on his arm. “What happened?” She took a second look. “Judd, your eyes!” They were pure black, no whites, no irises.
“They blew up part of the cabin,” he said, ignoring her cry. “Given the noise, SnowDancer patrols are probably already heading this way.”
“I know
that
!” Shock submerging under worry, she scanned his ashen face. “I want to know what happened to you!”
“I used too much power.” Clipped words.
“When you got me out.” It wasn’t a question. All those weeks of healing with Sascha had taught her a few things about how Psy gifts functioned. “Because I wouldn’t let you into my mind. I’m right, aren’t I?”
“That’s not an issue we have time to discuss.” He jerked his head in the direction of the cabin, his eyes beginning to fade back to normal. “My tactical knowledge says the hyenas are long gone by now. We should head back there to meet whoever responds.” He began moving.
She ran to catch up. “Are you going to be able to cope? Your eyes . . .”
He gave her a sideways glance so full of male arrogance, the wolf in her wanted to snarl. “Psy eyes do that when a large power expenditure is involved—I’m fully capable of making the necessary report.”
“I should learn to keep my worry to myself where you’re concerned,” she muttered.
“That would be wise.”
Scowling at his back, she decided to concentrate on something that didn’t make her want to go clawed. “How did you get me out?”
“Teleportation.”
Utter silence in her mind, the cold emptiness of angry fear. If he could teleport, that meant he was a telekinetic. A very strong Tk. Like
him
. The butcher. “When were you going to tell me?” Her heart felt like a block of ice.
“Never,” he answered in a clipped tone. “You’re not rational about Tk-Psy and your prejudice bleeds onto others.”
She didn’t quite understand what he was getting at, but she knew it wasn’t complimentary. “This is between you and me, no one else.”
He stopped and faced her, perfect Psy beauty and ruthless control. “No, Brenna. It’s about you, your family, the entire den. You start hissing at me and they’ll follow.”
“Since when do you care what anyone thinks?”
“Since I realized that Marlee is beginning to exhibit signs of having at least some Tk in her skill set. It didn’t show up in her initial tests but that occasionally happens with children who are very strong in another ability. But now it’s rising to the surface.”
Anger flashed to guilt, then back again. “She’s a baby. No one in the den would go after a pup!” Her face burned at the idea, but at the same time, something else was trying to rise, information she couldn’t quite grasp. All she knew was that it had something to do with the connection between Judd and Santano Enrique.
He folded his arms. “She’s not going to stay a baby. If you poison the den against telekinetics, where’s that going to leave her when she grows up?”
Her claws threatened to release and the rage washed away that ethereal piece of knowledge floating in her brain. “That’s what you think of me? Well, fuck you!” Spinning away, she sprinted the rest of the way to the cabin fueled by red fury. It didn’t improve her mood to realize that Judd kept pace. He was Psy—he shouldn’t have been able to keep pace. But damn if she was going to ask him what he was doing to make himself changeling-fast. “The bottom-feeders are gone.” Fragments of wood and glass lay scattered on the snow, the air thick with the astringent scent of explosive chemicals. But curiously, the cabin wasn’t too badly damaged—the blast had only taken out one discrete section.
Going down on his haunches, Judd held out a hand. “Do you have a handkerchief?”
“Do I look like I have a handkerchief?”
“Any clean cloth will do.”
“Wait.” Skirting the debris, she went to a window.
“Don’t enter,” Judd warned. “We haven’t checked it for explosives.”
She gave him an evil look and, pushing up the window from the outside—after ensuring that it wasn’t rigged to blow—reached in to pull open a drawer. The small kitchen towel was in her hand a second later. “Here.”
“Thank you.” Using the soft cloth, he picked up something she couldn’t see.