Breeds: Stygian's Honour Part 1

STYGIAN'S HONOR.

LORA LEIGH.

For Bret, Holly, and Maddy.

Sometimes what you believe is the answer is in reality the shackles that will bind the heart and the adventures that have always filled your soul.

Sometimes, what you see isn't what you can believe, and what you hear isn't always what was said.

As you travel through life, reaching out for all the adventures you've dreamed of, brav-ing the storms of life, of love and, sadly, heartache, always remember that each scar your heart takes, each tear your soul sheds or refuses to release, and each lonely moment spent searching for answers, is what leads you to the person you will become.

Strength, truth, and courage are values you 16/862 should go to bed with each night and awaken to each morning.

Listen to your heart, but also remember you have a brain for a reason.

Common sense should always guide you, but compa.s.sion and mercy, tempered with strength of will and trust in yourself should walk hand in hand with it.

Have your adventures.

Sing from your heart, play from your soul, take the pictures that will last a lifetime and will inspire generations.

Live every moment as though it's the most important moment in your life, and always know that your heart, your love, and the strength you will bring to the ones who will eventually hold it all are gifts that you should never allow to be taken for granted.

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Love isn't always kind. It isn't always gentle. It's rarely soft, and it never makes allowances for those who are weak.

Be strong. Keep your head high, your shoulders straight. Be honest. Be just. Be courageous. And once disillusionment, pain, and tears have honed you into the adults you will become, then the greatest of adventures will find you.

The adventure of love.

PROLOGUE.

This was the last thing she needed this year, Liza Johnson thought as she moved along the deserted jogging path that cut through the Window Rock Navajo Nation Park.

This was supposed to be her year.

It was supposed to be the year her life truly began, or so her best friend's grand- father had promised her.

Orrin Martinez, one of the secretive spir- itual advisors of the Six Tribes, had sought her out. She hadn't gone looking for his advice, now had she? He'd had no earthly reas- on to lie to her and yet he had done just that.

Or at least, that was how it seemed.

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Because this wasn't her year.

It was the year of the Breeds.

The arrival of the Breeds and the director of the Bureau of Breed Affairs demanding ac- cess to one of the Navajo's most sacred pos- sessions, a database of DNA profiles the Navajo Nation Council kept under the strict- est security, had set in motion events that unsettled Liza in ways she couldn't explain.

The calling together of the chiefs of the Six Tribes, whose sole mission was the acquisi- tion and protection of the profiles, had thrown her entire family, as well as her friends' families, in upheaval.

Such a sacred part of the Navajo wasn't left to politics to protect.

And the protection of it was becoming dangerous not just to her friends, but also to herself.

One of Liza's best friends had nearly been abducted by the man who had attempted to rape her weeks before. Another friend had 22/862.

been shot trying to defend her. And now here she was, risking not just herself but also her undercover status to draw out soldiers who were stalking her for unknown reason.

She'd been working, training, and honing her abilities to work with the Navajo Covert Law Enforcement Division.

"They're moving in," the voice stated softly over the tiny-all but invisible-electronic link tucked in her ear. "Just bounce those pretty ta-tas, sugar girl, and look pretty.

We'll take care of the rest-Oh s.h.i.+t, Cullen."

Liza managed not to laugh but she could see exactly what had happened. Their com- munications and electronic guru, Reever Ja- cobs, had obviously taken a blow from their commander, Cullen Maverick.

Flirtatious, sensual, teasing as h.e.l.l and a complete killer, Reever absolutely loved a good fight, and-as he more often claimed-corrupting a good woman.

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Their commander, Cullen, rarely agreed with his various philosophies, but Reever was a h.e.l.l of a communications expert and a warrior comparable to those who lived dur- ing the golden years of the Apache Nation.

The large circular design cutout in the hill, the aptly named Window Rock, rose behind her. The first rays of warming sunlight were barely caressing the earth and had yet to peak into the small valley of cottonwoods and pinon trees that the path wove through.

"Heads up, you have Diane Broen coming up on you. Behind her, moving in fast, are your shadows. Get ready for a party, Munchkin."

Liza almost smiled at the nickname Cullen and Reever had given her when they had first met, nine years before.

She was still short, but now, he only called her Munchkin when they were on a mission or a.s.signment together-thankfully.

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"Here we go," Reever announced softly.

"Bad-a.s.s Broen is coming to visit."

Liza felt the presence behind her the second it moved into place. The hairs at the back of her neck rose in antic.i.p.ation of danger and a certainty that she was pus.h.i.+ng her luck far past its limit this morning.

She twisted, throwing her body to the side before coming to a crouch and staring back at Diane Broen with narrowed eyes.

The other woman came to a stop, her brow arching in mocking surprise as Liza faced her suspiciously. "What do you want?" Tense and prepared, she stared back at Diane.

This woman was a highly trained mercen- ary and lover to one of the Bureau's most trusted Breed enforcers. What the h.e.l.l was she doing here?

"A nice jog?" Diane queried with a small smile as she crossed her arms over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and stared back at Liza curiously.

A nice jog, her a.s.s.

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"You're lying." Clipped and clearly dis- trusting, Liza remained on guard as Diane faced her. "Now, what do you want and why are you following me?"

"Who trained you?" Diane asked rather than answering the question.

Never trust anyone who answered a ques- tion with a question, her father had always warned her.

"No one you know, I'm certain," Liza sneered back. "Now, what the h.e.l.l do you want?"

The other woman tilted her head to the side as Liza considered her options if this woman turned out to be the enemy.

Tensing, she prepared for attack.

"Easy, Liza," Cullen, obviously watching her closely, murmured through the still-in- place link. "Let's see what she wants."

Oh, she had every intention of at least giv- ing the other woman a chance to show her hand. Diane Broen was part of the Breed 26/862.

community as well as the Bureau of Breed Affairs now that her sister, Rachel Broen, was married to the director of that Bureau, Jonas Wyatt.

Not that there was much of a chance of kicking Ms. Broen's a.s.s if she had to, Liza knew. But she might be able to hold her off until help arrived.

Or until she could run.

"I'm no threat to you," the other woman said with a soft, friendly laugh as Liza straightened, her gaze moving around them quickly as she searched for signs of the Council soldiers she knew would be moving in.

She didn't have time to stand around and chitchat all morning.

"Then you'll kindly leave the way you came," Liza said, desperate to get rid of her.

How the h.e.l.l was she supposed to get the in- formation she needed when there wasn't a 27/862.

chance the Council soldiers would move in as long as Diane was here.

Diane grinned back at her ruefully. "Sorry, Liza, but we really need to talk. Just for a bit, you understand. We could return to the hotel for the discussion if you like?" She glanced toward the direction of the Navajo Suites. "I promise it won't take long."

Liza's gaze jerked over Diane's shoulder.

For precious seconds she had to fight the panic threatening to tear through her and overtake her at the sight of figures moving in behind the other woman.

She'd been a part of the Navajo's Breed Underground Network for over a year now, and she had never been as frightened as she was now.

A moment of static at her ear confirmed for her that Cullen and Reever were still there. "Bureau Breeds are moving in fast be- hind them. We have you covered," Cullen as- sured her, but she heard the concern in his 28/862.

tone. "See if you can get the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds talking.

If you can't, just be sure to hit the ground when I give the order."

"He's harmless," Diane stated as Cullen's soft voice faded away.

He?

Oh, what was coming in behind the other woman was far from harmless.

Swallowing tightly, Liza stared back at the other woman. "We have to get out of here."

"Thor's not going to hurt you." Exaspera- tion and impatience filled Diane's voice as well as her expression, as though she were dealing with a nervous debutante or nearly hysterical woman.

"Honey, I've seen that hot-a.s.sed Thor of yours, and he makes one. Not four," Liza as- sured her.

Diane swung around, her hand whipping to her back, where her weapon was holstered. She merely gripped it as though needing the rea.s.surance that it was there.

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Adrenaline flowed like a river racing through Liza's bloodstream as she and Diane now faced four Coyote Breeds, their gazes amused, weapons held at the ready.

And if Liza wasn't mistaken, she and the Bureau of Breed Affairs agent were now in a h.e.l.l of a lot of trouble, because they didn't look like the good guys.

Neither did what appeared to be a human male who stepped from the shadows of a heavy oak several feet from the other wo- man. He didn't seem the least bit friendly either.

Liza recognized him. She'd seen him jog- ging past the house several times. h.e.l.l, he'd even stopped to talk to her when Cullen had accompanied her to the grocery store in the past few weeks.

John Malcolm, he'd called himself, yet she and Cullen both had been certain it wasn't his real name, despite the fact that the 30/862.

background check Reever had run on him-and the tags of his vehicle-had checked out.

Now she knew why she hadn't been com- fortable during those brief meetings. It hadn't been his flirting or his blatant s.e.xual interest in her. It was because he was the enemy.

"Malcolm." Diane Broen whispered the name with an edge of pain.

She obviously knew him, and it was more than apparent he'd somehow betrayed her.

Liza swore she could feel the pain pouring from the other woman. It was in her voice and in her expression as she stared at the man as he stepped forward.

"I thought it was Brick," Diane whispered when he smirked back at her.

Brick was another member of the four- man team Diane commanded since her uncle's death, Liza knew. Cullen had man- aged to uncover the ident.i.ties of most of the 31/862.

men on her team; unfortunately, he'd still had one to go.