Shifters Unbound: Mate Claimed Part 38

Eric nodded and moved aside to let him, but Kellerman raised his head and glared at Eric. "f.u.c.king s.h.i.+fter b.a.s.t.a.r.ds," he whispered, then the life went out of his eyes, and he slumped back to the floor.

"s.h.i.+t," Graham said.

Eric studied Kellerman, the s.h.i.+fter in him feeling glee, the man in him relieved that Kellerman would not now be able to expose Iona. He reached down and closed Kellerman's eyes.

"The G.o.ddess go with you," he said quietly.

From outside, they heard the wail of sirens, security police, Kellerman's backup finally arriving.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO.

"This can blow up on us, Warden," Graham said.

Eric got to his feet. He took the rifle from Iona, who still stood where she'd fired the bolt into the tiger, her face too pale.

"Get that fire we were talking about going," Eric said. "Reid, take Iona and everything we brought and meet us at the roadhouse where Diego dropped me off. We'll come cross-country. My clothes are there, and I don't want them left around for police to find. Graham, everything here has to go. No DNA from any of our s.h.i.+fters, nothing left of the experiments. Got it? No, Iona, don't argue with me."

Reid was already gathering up the sat phone and Xavier's equipment, the researchers' phones, and anything they'd left behind. He piled everything into Iona's numb arms.

Iona glared at Eric as he bent to kiss her. "Don't you dare blow yourself up, get caught, or get shot." She melted into the kiss then, her look saying everything. "Come home to me."

"Don't worry, love. I've done this before."

Iona smiled a crooked smile. "And I want to hear all about it."

Eric dropped another kiss to her lips and stepped back. Reid folded his arms around her, and then they were gone.

Sabotage. Eric had gotten good at it during the last World War. It was amazing what a s.h.i.+fter could do with a little gasoline, fabric, and matches. s.h.i.+fters were good at getting away quickly and silently as well. The n.a.z.is hadn't known what hit them.

No gasoline here, but plenty of natural gas lines and tanks of oxygen and acetylene. Eric got the tiger s.h.i.+fter up and s.h.i.+fted back to his human form to help them build piles of debris and make them so explosive they would bring down the building.

Eric took more tanks of acetylene and oxygen and went down into the bas.e.m.e.nt with the tiger, setting the canisters leaking at strategic support points.

They raced back up the stairs and out onto the roof as Graham finished on the top floor. When Graham joined them, Eric dialed the cell phone he'd left down in the bas.e.m.e.nt to set everything off.

They heard a distant boom that rocked the building. Tiger s.h.i.+fter stood up in the dark and spit onto the roof. "It is finished," he said.

Graham lit an alcohol burner he'd brought upstairs with the lighter he'd found, and threw it hard into the stairwell. The three of them sprinted for the fire escape, flowing over and down it as the windows blew.

Orange fire lit the dark as the building belched flame. The three s.h.i.+fters, in their animal forms, leapt from the fire escape to the ground two floors below and sprinted into the darkness.

Behind them, the building exploded, lighting the sky. A giant ball of fire arced toward the runway. Security police and a fire truck raced toward the runway, more worried about whatever planes were there than a building that housed iffy experiments.

The tiger was running, following Graham, and Eric came right behind them as they headed west through the desert.

Reid and Iona popped back into existence in what looked like a dark parking lot full of pickups and Harleys. At least, Iona thought she saw that before dizziness spun her around, and she started to fall. Reid caught her in surprisingly strong arms and held her upright.

"That was weird," she said breathlessly.

"Not what I said the first time I did it," Reid said. "I didn't know I knew that many swear words."

"Where the h.e.l.l are we?"

"The roadhouse on the Ninety-five. There's Shane."

Shane was running out to them, his big bulk made even bulkier by the heavy jacket he wore against the November cold. "Iona. Thank the G.o.ddess."

He caught Iona in a large hug that stole the rest of her breath. "Mom drove me up here. I take it Eric's on his way back?"

"Running across the desert as we speak," Reid said. "With Graham and...another s.h.i.+fter. Hope your mom brought the big truck."

Nell had, and by the time she pulled her F-250 around to them, Eric came walking out of the desert, fully dressed, Graham at his side, flanked by the tiger s.h.i.+fter-in his tiger form now. Eric didn't stop until he reached Iona, who s.h.i.+vered in the darkness, and pulled her straight into his arms.

"What do we do with him?" Iona asked Eric the next morning.

She sat in the circle of Eric's arms on the edge of the back porch, the sun streaming warmth but the air cool. Ca.s.sidy lounged next to them on her favorite Adirondack chair with baby Amanda in her arms. She'd liked the sling Iona had fas.h.i.+oned that kept Amanda against her, but Nell had found her one that was soft and pretty. Diego sat on the arm of the chair, his touch never far from his mate and cub.

Graham was out making sure his s.h.i.+fters were safe, while Reid was here, having decided to keep an eye on Tiger Man. The tiger s.h.i.+fter was dressed now in sweatpants and T-s.h.i.+rt that Shane provided, the man as big as the grizzlies. Reid sat next to him on a picnic bench in the yard, Jace on his other side.

Kellerman had been reported dead this morning in a fire on a military base-news reporters never said which base. He'd gone into a deserted building alone, according to the guard that had been stationed in front of it, and the building had blown up not long later. No survivors.

The s.h.i.+fter council said the appropriate things, such as, "He will be missed," made noises about appointing a new head, and got on with it. The council people Graham had spoken to resigned. Tomorrow, the human council would come for the ground-breaking ceremony for the new s.h.i.+fter houses. Life in s.h.i.+ftertown would move on.

Liam Morrissey had set out lawn chairs for himself and Kim, the pair of them sitting together, baby Katriona on Kim's lap. Liam took a sip of coffee that Iona had seen him spike with something in a flask.

"Well, now, I thought I'd take him home with me," Liam said in answer to Iona's question. "There's room in my s.h.i.+ftertown, and he needs somewhere to go. I'm also good with introducing Collars."

"Will he have to wear a Collar?" Iona asked in trepidation.

The tiger s.h.i.+fter was calm enough this morning, sunlight glistening on his tiger-striped hair. He'd showered and learned how to shave, courtesy of Eric, and Iona was struck with how handsome he was. Whatever unfortunate s.h.i.+fters and humans had donated DNA to make him, they'd been fine-looking people.

"I think he'd better wear one," Liam said. "They help keep us from going feral, and he's going to need help. I hate to do it, but 'tis temporary."

"The G.o.ddess go with him," Ca.s.sidy said softly. Diego, sitting on the wide arm of her chair, leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

"He needs a name," Iona said. "We can't call him Twenty-three or Tiger Man."

"What name do ye want, lad?" Liam called to him.

The tiger s.h.i.+fter looked up, but Iona had no doubt that he'd heard every word of the low-voiced conversation.

"I don't know yet," the tiger said.

Now that he'd had a chance to sleep and eat in a place he didn't have to be driven by rage, the harsh throatiness of his speech had calmed somewhat.

"Don't be in a hurry," Iona said. "The perfect name will come to you."

"She's a generous lady," Eric said.

Tiger Man, watching Iona, didn't respond.

Eric still looked tired after the fight, his struggle with pain, and the charge back across the desert, but he kissed Iona with as much skill as ever. He'd been able to make love to her fairly robustly early this morning as well.

"And you," Liam said. "We need to be fixing your pain problem."

"About that." Eric looked through the open patio door into the house, where Xavier sat at the kitchen table with Neal the Guardian, both of them taking advantage of another of Diego's hearty breakfasts. "Xav, did you track down Murdock?"

"He's standing by," Xavier called, not looking up from his chilaquiles.

"Neal, what about that other thing?"

"Got it," Neal said.

Iona gave Eric a questioning look. Eric leaned back on his elbows, his body as relaxed as ever, but something eager sparkled in his eyes.

"Can I know what that's all about?" Iona asked him.

Eric closed his eyes and tilted his face to the sun. "Not yet."

"Eric."

Eric's green eyes were warm when he finally looked at her. He touched her cheek, the slow caress heating her blood. "I have a couple of things to take care of before the full moon ceremony tonight. Then I'll tell you everything."

Iona wasn't the least bit content with that, but Eric traced her lips, and Iona kissed his fingers. She liked the way heat flared in his eyes when she ever so gently bit his fingertip.

Dr. Murdock was retired, living in a small house in Boulder City, the only town in Nevada that didn't allow gambling. Eric arrived at his house, accompanied by Xavier and Neal, and scared the man half to death.

Eric interrogated him for a couple of hours, until he knew everything he needed to know. Then he went to an airstrip out in the desert, well hidden from the humans, and asked the pilot called Marlo, who owned the place, to fly him to Idaho.

In a s.h.i.+ftertown near Sandpoint, Neal led Eric to the house where one Ross McRae lived. The s.h.i.+fter was unmated with no family, but he shared a crowded little house with another pride of Felines.

Eric talked to him for a time, then he helped the s.h.i.+fter pack up his meager belongings. Eric met with the leader of the s.h.i.+ftertown-a Lupine from Alaska-explained the situation, and got the leader's blessing to take McRae with him back for a visit to Las Vegas.

Marlo, the thin man as cheerful as ever, flew them back the long way south, getting them home in plenty of time for the full moon to rise.

The full moon ceremony, Iona saw, was even more of a celebration than the full sun one had been. The entire s.h.i.+ftertown was there, Iona once more wearing a flower garland and standing with Eric in the backyard.

Graham now stood in the front circle, which was reserved for family and friends of the pride. He'd brought a date, a human woman with dark brown hair. He had his arm draped over her shoulders and glared defiantly at anyone who dared give him a surprised look. Graham, who'd claimed he wasn't interested in any females but Lupines-interesting. The woman gave him wide smiles, obviously seeing something in Graham past the bl.u.s.tering anger.

Iona had seen more to him too, as he'd helped Eric out in Area 51. Graham was aggressive and didn't hold back his opinions, but he was smart, decisive, and knew how to take care of people. His Lupines trusted him, the little ones running readily to him without fear. He and Eric still needed to work things out, but Iona had stopped doubting they'd be able to.

Tiger Man was there too, he who still didn't have a name. Liam would take him home with him tomorrow before the construction crews came. In Austin, maybe Tiger could start a new life.

Tiger Man looked uncertain, standing among so many s.h.i.+fters, but the constant feral rage had gone from his eyes, to be replaced by a hope that maybe he could find more in life than mere survival.

The circles closed around Eric and Iona in the cool, white moonlight. Liam and Kim performed the ceremony, blessing Eric and Iona under the sight of the Mother G.o.ddess. Her presence was here, Liam said, and the mating was now complete.

The party that followed was manic. s.h.i.+fters danced, shouted, and howled in human form, between-beast, and s.h.i.+fter. A full moon mating, even more than a full sun ceremony, tended to raise the mating frenzy in others. There'd be much s.e.x in s.h.i.+ftertown tonight.

"Warden." Graham stopped next to Eric and Iona, interrupting their slow kiss. He was still with the young woman, who peered at them interestedly. "I've decided not to challenge you for leaders.h.i.+p. At least not right away."

Eric regarded Graham with his usual dispa.s.sion. "Nice to know you'll honor my full moon blessing by not trying to kill me."

"You're not as incompetent as I first thought you were. I'll let you keep your s.h.i.+ftertown, as long as you don't undermine my authority over my wolves. I rule them, you rule your s.h.i.+fters. Got it?"

"You're talking about joint leaders.h.i.+p," Eric said. "It's never been done."

"Not so much joint as you don't step on my toes, I don't step on yours. I'm leader over my Lupine clans, and you don't mess with that. And I won't tell your s.h.i.+fters what to do. I don't want to have to deal with a bunch of f.u.c.king Felines and crazy-a.s.s bears anyway."

He trailed off into growls, and Eric stuck out his hand. "Done."

"Done."

Graham shook his hand in the human way, but their hands remained clasped, sinews working as each tried to out-crush the other.

Iona stopped herself rolling her eyes and smiled at the young woman. "I'm Iona. s.h.i.+fter males are rude. I'll never know your name if you don't tell me."

"Misty. Misty Granger. It's Melissa, but everyone calls me Misty. Do you like the garland? Graham said I should do it for you-I own a flower shop on Flamingo."

"Yes." Iona touched it. "It's beautiful." The garland had been delivered to the front door that afternoon, but Iona and Ca.s.sidy had been so busy getting ready for the ceremony that Iona hadn't noticed where it had come from.

"I thought white roses and baby's breath, since it was a moon ceremony." Misty studied it critically. "Came out well, I think."

Eric and Graham finally let go of each other's hands, the testosterone contest ending in a draw. Eric slid his arm around Iona's waist.

"It is beautiful," Eric said, giving Misty one of his warm smiles. "Thank you. Now, I have another surprise for my mate."

Eric led Iona away from Graham, who showed all his teeth in a grin as he watched them go.

Eric walked with her toward the largest bonfire built in the center of the yards, but before they reached it, Iona saw her mother break away from Diego, Ca.s.sidy, and Amanda, and walk, her body taut, to a s.h.i.+fter male who stood a little outside the circle of firelight.

The s.h.i.+fter was as tall as Eric but not so bulked. He had jet-black hair that was just going gray at the temples and a hard face that softened as he watched Penny approach him.

Her mother kept moving to him, bewildered. When Penny stopped in front of him, the s.h.i.+fter looked down at her for a long moment, then his face crumpled, and he pressed his hands over it. Penny gently took the man's hands, lowered them from his face, and raised them to her lips.

Iona's mouth dropped open in astonishment. "Eric, who is..."

Eric took her hand and started to walk her toward him. "I found your dad, Iona. Well, Xav and my Guardian did."

Iona stumbled. Eric's strong grip kept her upright, encouraging her along until they reached the s.h.i.+fter and Penny.

The s.h.i.+fter turned and looked at Iona, stunned. His eyes, Iona saw, were the same blue as hers, and in them she read pain, fear, loneliness, and shame. "I'm sorry, la.s.s," the man said, his Highland Scots accent thick. "Iona, my daughter, I am so sorry."