Prologue

 

 

 

“Explain to me again, why my,” Tristan coughed over his unfinished sentence, “our product is not working?” Gordon fixed himself knowing that Tristan was very intent on working together to finish the project and wanted half of the credit pointed at him for being involved. 

The tall, pale, lanky male hovered over the lab rat, watching with such ferocity, he thought the rat might have exploded just from the intensity of his stare.

Examining his partner, he wondered why Tristan always wore the color white. He assumed it was to make him appear as more of a ghost, knowing every supernatural were almost transparent. His white-blonde hair has been pushed back in a fashionable manner while he wore his infamous suits. The only contrast were the white tennis shoes he’d seem to choose other than dressing ones to match. Those icy aqua eyes met his as he began to speak.

“I’ve been thinking…”

“Ah, here we go again.” Gordon spoke, loudly interrupting the bloodsucker, he continued. “This thinking of yours has led to no success in the past ten years we made this product!”

He admitted to himself he needed Tristan’s knowledge and strength, therefore leaving him as an ally. He stuck to his side while they built this facility, hidden underground in the most populated city of the US.

His ideas were always unthinkable, successful, yet during these past ten years, he never said a damn thing. Just watched closely and nodded his head as he sauntered over to his office. Possibly writing ideas and notes into his handbook he kept with him at all times during lab works.

Gordon inhaled deeply. The aroma of blood and fear were resilient in his office. He could smell the sweat that trickled down one of the scientist’s nape as she knocked on the door.

The short brunette hesitated after he commanded her to speak. “The fusing with the antibiotic added before and after had failed. Though, the record was passed. It lasted two weeks. The cause of death; extreme degree burns.”

Gordon rubbed at the back of his neck in frustration. His idea had failed, once again. A never ending cycle since he started in 2010. He’d always wanted to fuse animal and supernatural DNA, creating mixed species. After he completed the fuse, he tested it on a lab rat only to find out, after seven days of injection, the test subjects insides had boiled to an extreme temperature. In minutes, it exploded in thousands of bloody pieces.

The next thing he did shouldn’t be unexpected. Whenever he entered rage mode, he always found a way to suffice it. To kill. Yanking the female scientist by the neck, he threw her across his office, her body crashing against his glass wall. The smell of fresh blood had his nostrils flaring. The young girl was trembling, fear now giving a tingle of taste on his tongue in her rich aroma.

Tristan had watched entertained, while Gordon drained every ounce of blood she had left in her body. He dropped her lifeless form in disgust as he wiped his mouth clean with one of his handkerchiefs he kept in his jean pocket.

“So about that idea you had.” It wasn’t a question. He wanted to know now or else he would his patience with Tristan next.

“Mental. Emotions. Brain. Put it together and you have yourself a successful test subject.” Tristan answered, short clipped words as he took his handbook out his pocket and began writing.

Gordon put the pieces together and considered it a possibility. If this did work—most likely it would he assumed. Tristan had never failed him before, he doubt he would start now. His smile was cold.

“Lack of emotions, more survivability. I got it.”

Gordon opened his door. As he entered the base, his workers halted and looked up at him. Silence.

“We’re shifting course of direction. No more antibiotics, no more venom. I decided that we are going to change the mental area of the brain instead. Keep our subjects lifeless as they’re supposed to be.”

He caught movement in the corner of his eye to see Tristan heading towards the supply room to get more lab rats. He called him.

Tristan turned, his eyes a cold blank stare. No spark of life inside those irises. Just the way he wanted his army.

“We won’t need those anymore. If you’re right, we might need something a little bigger. Someone bigger.”

Tristan raised an eyebrow, amusement evident in his eyes.

“Agreed.”

Chapter One

 

 

“OW!”

Naya rolled her eyes at Youth’s exaggerated roar. “Hold still.” That was an order. She might not be Alpha, but she sure knew when dominance was needed.

Youth had gotten into another physical fight this week. The first time she came in, there were a few minor cuts and bruises. Now, there was a huge gash on her left leg. She pressed on the wound, putting pressure to stop the bleeding, adding a few antibiotics and now she was stitching her up. She didn’t speak ‘til after she was done.

“What in the world had gotten you into trouble this time?”

Youth’s pained expression turned cold in an instant. “That damn bitch smashed my lunch food onto the floor!”

Naya narrowed her eyes at Youth. “Watch your mouth, young lady. You might be pack but you will respect your elders.”

Youth scoffed and stormed out the room. She could hear a frustrated scream follow right after. Naya sighed, grabbing her mint flavored green tea. Inhaling its calming aroma, she drank.

Working at an all Animal High school was something she loved doing. She met wonderfully talented students. Learned that there were more unique abilities out there. The only problem was not being able to control Youth’s stubbornness. She knew the girl was fifteen and still learning but that mouth of hers was unacceptable.

The door slid open and she turned her head from gazing out the window. “You have another one. Nosebleed.” Nurse Red said, closing the door shut after the young boy entered.

Naya motioned him to come sit in the chair next to her. Before she opened her drawer, she caught movement in the corner of her eyes. Turning her head back to window, she sensed for any emotions. None. Blank.

Odd. She could’ve sworn she saw something by that tree. A whine brought her back to her senses and she apologized for abandoning the boy.

“What happened to cause this nosebleed?”

“I slipped and went face forward while playing dodge ball.” The boy answered, his cheeks flushing red in embarrassment as he turned his head. Naya smiled.

“Another?” She replied. Making sure there was no need for discomfort.

“This happens often?”

Naya nodded. “All the time.” She let go from putting pressure on his nose.

“There.”

The boy smiled. “Thanks.”

“Be careful!” She shouted after he ran out back towards the gym.

Swinging her chair back toward the window, she searched one more time. Still nothing. She felt a chill crawl up her spine. There was something out there. She could sense it. She just couldn’t see or feel it.

It didn’t matter anyways. Naya was in pack territory and this was a children’s school. No one would be that stupid to try to harm her or anyone else knowing that her pack was the strongest in the state—out ruling seven others.

Her pack was the best home she could’ve ever wish for. Her home was straight perfection. Ryder Pack might be superior and full of strength but they were also loving and caring. Not only that but they owned most of the land here in Manhattan, including the other famous parts of New York.

The bell rang, and seconds later there were loud conversations in the hallways and outside at the entrance. She watched the kids leave, ensuring their safety from the buzz of warning she felt earlier.

Naya caught sight of Youth messing around with a boy she saw a couple of times holding hands with her in the halls during class time. Her dark long waves flowed in the wind as she bounced up and down, probably excited from being asked out on a date for the first time. She knew Youth never went out due to her snippy attitude towards Feral. She’ll enjoy herself while it lasts. Memories were always important.

As soon as everyone was gone, she began to lock up. Picking up an important letter she received yesterday and read this morning, she folded it into her handbag. Naya was eager to run to her pack to alert them with the good news. She’d finally been accepted as a part-time nurse at Lockwell Hospital. Feral had been waiting for an update and now she could give him one.

Entering Ryder Headquarters, she saw Rose and Bren taking a walk with their only child Xian. Warmth filled her gut as she watched how the mates gazed at each other. Rose might’ve been in her early forties, but her face still held the looks of a young adult. Her dirty blond bob styled hair gleamed in the light. Her sun-kissed skin giving an illuminating shimmer while her golden eyes sparkled with love and affection as she kissed Bren. They broke apart in laughter as Xian demanded to be kissed to. Bren was a handsome man, being as tall as most men in the wolf pack, he showed more kindness than dominance. His short black hair and pale blue eyes was an attractive trait to all females, regardless their race.

Rose picked up red headed Xian and he gave a big peck to her lips. “Don’t make daddy jealous now.” Bren spoke after. Naya drew their attention by laughing at his comment.

“Naya!” Xian called out in joy. His smile so big, it crushed her heart. He was just pure cuteness.

“Don’t set her on fire!” Rose ran up to them as she spoke.

“Why would he?” Confusion evident in Naya’s expression.

“It happens when he’s excited, like he is now.”

Naya shook her head. Although, she did feel a little tinge of fear from being burned alive while cuddling an adorable cub. Rose laughed at Naya’s thought.

Since blood bonding with the pack, everyone was now able to read other’s thoughts. Usually strong ones were clearer to see.

She put Xian down and thought about going to Feral’s office to let him know about her acceptance letter from the Lockwell Hospital.

Rose’s eyes widen with joy and she smiled. “Really? Congradulations!”

“Thank you.”

“You’re right. You should go and alert him with the good news. He’s going to be so proud of you.”

Naya agreed. She should let him know right away.

It had been five years since they moved into the headquarters. Five years since they run the supernatural out the state and became the most dominated pack in the city.

Walking into Feral’s office, she saw him scolding Ezra—his baby sister. Ezra’s pout didn’t seem to work anymore on her older brother since he continued to yell at her. Ezra pulled her head down in defeat, strands of lavender escaping her side ponytail. Her pale blue eyes almost looked worn, sad. Her little frame doing her more justice to her torn expression.

Feral’s fierce green eyes turned soft moments later as he put a frustrated hand into his golden hair. His deep caramel skin glowed in the bright light of his office. His expression would’ve made him look defenseless due to the two large claw marks that branded his left cheek. It made her remember how sturdy and daunting her Alpha really was. He stood, his stance overpowering to her small frame.

“Naya.”

Naya shook her head. “Sorry to interrupt, I assumed you weren’t busy.”

Feral’s eyes were on her and then switched to Ezra’s before turning to her again.

“Remember what I told you Ezra. I don’t want to see another Winter Pack member in this territory without my notice again. Do you understand?”

Ezra simply nodded before heading out the office. Before Ezra passed her, she winked and nudged her with her forefinger. Naya couldn’t say anything at that moment knowing that he would somehow suspect her for letting one of the members into the headquarters. Packs were always overprotective as well as an Alpha’s possessiveness. Shaking out of false thoughts, she told him the news.

“I’m proud of you.”

Naya grinned at his acceptance. Feral strode towards her and gave a tight hug. “I wish you were my baby sister.”

Naya laughed and nudged him playfully in the arm. “You have Ezra, deal with it.”

Feral scowled at her, “I know I have her. I wish you were the second.”

Naya rolled her eyes. “We are family regardless. We’re Pack.”

Feral grinned down at her. His fierce green eyes sparkling with affection. “Yes.”

Giving a quick peck on his cheek, she said her goodbyes and headed to her room.

Turning on her lights, she headed for the closet to take out her nightgown. About ready to strip and head for the shower, she felt an eerily chill in her veins. Looking out her open spaced windows, she glanced down at the parking lot.

The reason she had asked for open view windows was due to the bright city lights at night. Laying down on her bed, it had looked like thousands of stars glittering her furniture and ceiling. She could very well tell it would be easy to spot a woman undressing herself from miles away. She hadn’t actually expected someone to bother looking due to this being Ryder Territory. No one messed or even bothered to look at the females unless they were asked to.

There.

She could sense it again. That feeling of being watched from afar. Using her ability to search for any evidence of fear or lust to have found none. Emptiness.

There was no emotion, yet she still could feel eyes on her. Not on her body, but on her. As if someone was trying to look beyond. Deep inside her very being. The thought chilled her to her very core. Taking her nightgown and lace underwear, she quickly headed into the bathroom and took a shower, brushing off the fear that broke into cold sweat. 

 

Ezra went downstairs for an early morning snack before heading to the fitness quarters. Her reflection caught in the corner of her eye. She sighed. Her hair was such a bother.

Ezra had wanted to cut it for a while now. Short and choppy, just the way she liked it. She had to deal with elbow length hair for years. Her brother not wanting her to cut it. A lot of men in the Winter Pack had told her if she cut it that short, she’d lose her femininity. She growled low in her throat. She was perfect just the way she was with short hair. Who cared if her small skinny frame lacked curves and her boobs were the size of marshmallows? She still had the face and intimate parts. When she found her mate, he would love her just the way she was. That’s all that mattered.

Storming off to the locker room, she switched into her swimsuit.  Swimming was something she enjoyed out of all the activities. It made her feel pure to her core and powerful in her veins.

She had more than one trophy and medal hanging on the side wall by the entrance to their packs headquarters. It made her pride shoot back up whenever someone glanced at them. She gladly accepted a scholarship for an all wolf college down in Bronx after she graduated Gedwell High School.

Putting her goggles on, she bend her knees and knelt down. Grabbing her waterproof timer, she barely pressed on the button before the flashes came.

Bloodlust. Needles. Screams. Female. Poison.

She only realized after the vision that she’d had fallen into the pool during the process. She swam to the surface and held on the ladder for support. She had never experienced a vision so horrifying, it tore at her heart. Forcing every bone in her body to move, she ran to her room without bothering to change.

 

It’s been a week since Naya had begun working part-time at Lockwell Hospital. She’d gotten used to it on the first day. She’d fell in love with her patients and they easily trusted her with opened arms as she helped them. Her co-workers Alias and Trisha were the most warmhearted panthers she’s met. Usually they were quiet and quick about their business like Corde—a member in her pack.

After finishing up a patient, she headed down the corridor. Lights flickered above her. Before she could look up, she saw a shadow pass by in inhuman speed. Turning just as quickly, she saw nothing but an empty hallway. Turning on her ability she searched. Again, she found nothing.

Was there a telepath roaming around in the hospital? Distracted by her cluster of thoughts, she missed her beeper going off.

Moments later, Alias walked up to her and asked if she was alright. Naya nodded and headed back to her patients. 

 

Distraction was not acceptable during her first week. She knew there was someone in the hallway with her. She had the same sense just like she had at school and at home.

Naya remembered she’d forgotten to speak to her Alpha about it. Slamming her head onto one of the Nurses desk, she groaned in pain at how much force she put into the blow.

Turning towards the clock, she saw she has two minutes until her shift ended. Relieved she could go home and scared at what could possibly happen before she made it safely home, she dialed Ezra’s number.

No answer.

Naya sighed, deciding there was no use but to head home alone. Alpha had been busy with Walker and Bren. Business meetings on their new construction project. Rose was possible watching Xian while she prepared dinner for the pack. Beside Ezra, there was no one else she could contact.

Heading outside and saying her goodbyes, she started to walk home. “Naya!”

Naya turned her head quick at the sound and found Rose motioning her over. “Where are you going? Dinner is about to start and I know how picky the pack gets when the food is a little late.”

Rose laughed. “I wanted to make Pumpkin pie but didn’t have enough ingredients and since your job is right by, why not join me in a lift to go grocery shopping?”

“I think that offer is quite tempting.”

Rose gave her best seductive look. The expression sending tingles in her veins at how intent her stare was. “Hop on, baby. This is going to be a wild ride.”

Naya laughed as she climbed in the passenger side of the ‘Mama Van’. So Bren called it.

No farther than five minutes into the drive, Naya couldn’t resist asking her about anything strange going on with other packs or the supernatural coming back for vengeance.

“No. Not that I know of. Why?”

The worried look on Rose’s face made Naya a little nervous. Wiping her sweaty palms on her scrubs, she hid her bit shaken hands. “I don’t know, I’ve just been really paranoid lately. Nothing to worry about though. I know when something bad is going to happen. I promise.”

Rose nodded and faced the road. It felt more like an hour than a couple of minutes ‘til they reached the Shopping Center. Which they also owned.

 

Ezra awoken sweaty, panting, her lavender strands sticking her collarbone and chest cavity. Getting up quickly, she searched in her drawer for her drawing pad and pencil. She’d kept it to draw out her visions as she revisited them. Most left her with quick flashes, she had to force herself to repeatedly watch them in order to get the details down.

Cluster of parts in no particular order. Just blood, surgical tools, and some type of poison that looked to be injecting into people.

Drawing as fast as she could with quick strokes of her pencil. She drew the short feminine figure. Her features were still a blurry but enough to max out on paper. Dark long hair, a terrified expression. Those eyes seemed to spark a fire within her as she continued her sketches.

When she finished, she dropped her pad as if it burned her and held back her scream that was so close to threaten past her throat. That woman, looked similar to the one she last saw four years ago. Kitten.

 

Rose had already entered Ryder Headquarters with half of the groceries while Naya grabbed the rest. She had bought more than pumpkin pie ingredients. Comparing prices to see which was cheaper even though they didn’t have to worry much about the prices since their budget was always high.

“I like to take advantage of how much money we spend. Bargains are always fun, plus it makes its better to get more product for cheaper prices.”

Rose had explained to Naya while they searched for the best beans to cook for dinner tomorrow.

She didn’t care much about how much we did spend but however the way she parked was a big N-O.

Naya looked up at the flickering bulb that had been unfixed since last year due to lazy construction workers. Convincing herself there was nothing to worry about, she bent down to grab the groceries out the trunk. So what if there was an empty dark space around her? It’s not like someone was going to attack her right in front of Ryder HQ. I mean there were guards right at the doors for good sakes. One of the oranges dropped from the brown bag she’d been holding, rolling to the darker side of the street, not visible by the guards. Her throat dried up like the Sahara desert and she felt an unnerving chill crawl up her back. Oh. God.

Pants. She was breathing rapidly. Fear strong in her gut. She cursed at herself for the lack of combat skills she provided from being a healer. The parking lot was noticeably huge. There was no way someone would be able to attack her without being noticed even in this dark space. Wolves had night vision. She would be saved.

Abandoning the fallen orange, she bent slightly to grab the last bag of groceries. Deep breathing. She heard it. It was so low she almost missed it but thank god she hadn't.

“Leave me alone.”

She whispered the words low enough for only her attacker to hear. She assumed it was a pretty stupid move, given the fact that she couldn’t feel the intruder’s emotions and that he/she could possibly kill her in one swift movement.

Backing up, she bumped into something hard. And knowing that Rose had parked in the middle, there was a hundred percent chance an actual person was behind her. She gasped, a large rough hand clamping her mouth, muting whatever would’ve came out next.

Hot breaths caressed her ear as the most menacing voice whispered, “Any indication of movement and I’ll crush your windpipe.”

Chapter Two

Ezra had to tell her brother now. There was more backing out since she’d last looked at the sketch. She had to be sure it was her. Kitten.

The loving and hilarious black haired, blue eyed beauty who just left on her first day to Lockwell High only to be reported missing less than a couple hours later. Walker had lost his senses when the search team told him there was no trace of her scent left. He had snapped the soldier’s neck without thinking and left without a word.

It’s been years since her disappearance. Ezra knew Walker continued to search for her. Her heart ached with sorrow. Feral would’ve killed an entire pack if he’d found out his sister gone missing—knowing the bond between family was just as strong as pack. She hadn’t thought Feral would’ve acted just as badly when he’d found out the news either. He surprised everyone by picking up his jeep and throwing it into the apartment building across from our HQ. Ezra had went to comfort him but stopped short when she saw the fury burning through his pupils.

Not caring if her brother was busy or in deep sleep, she busted his office door before entering. The visions had a way of messing with her emotions. Right now all she felt was anger, and a need to kill.

“Brother.”

Feral looked up, worry apparent in his green sea eyes. Ezra had never called him that, always sticking with Alpha or his original name. He could see her chest rising and falling rapid movements as a sheen of sweat trickled down her forehead. Something was wrong. His fists clenched. If this was about the Winter pack members, they weren’t going to see the light of day for the next two years.

“What happened?”

Ezra told him everything. The pain she felt, the flashes. She even gave him her sketch and watched as his eyes went full wolf.

“How long?”

“Since yesterday.”

“Has this happened to you before?”

Ezra shook her head. He could see the tears threatening its way down her face.

He looked down at the drawing pad.

Feral traced the sketchy face, something igniting deep within his lower abdomen. He was just about to ask another question when Patrol Eric—one of the newly pack member entered, looking down at the broken door, not questioning what had happened.

“Speak.” An order. His wolf now present, his human behind.

His head snapped up and he nodded. “We have a situation, sir.”

 

Okay. Nothing to worry about here, Naya thought, as the man continued to breathe hotly at her ear. Warmth spread through her veins, shocking her still as a statue.

She still held the two large grocery occupied brown bags as this man kept a firm grip on her neck and mouth. His voice sent tingles of awareness don’t her legs.

This could not be happening. Fear etched in her chest yet the exhales and the deep raw voice he let out was to her very doing. She felt his hold tighten on her neck as she whimpered into his palm. His touch was like fire. Her insides boiling up at the temperature.

Naya had a chance to escape the madness. Feral had taught her the basic survival instincts in situations like these. Her body frozen, her mind pushing hard. His two hands were occupied while her arms and legs were unrestricted. Setting a countdown in her head, as soon as she hit zero, she moved.  Dropping the bags, she elbowed him in his lower abdomen before the groceries clattered to the pavement.

Feral would’ve been proud to see her defending herself. Her fists brought up to his throat and seconds later, she was pinned to the van, hands behind her back. His chest now pressed against her as he spoke.

“No more warnings.” Cold. Jagged. Overpowering.

Naya inhaled sharply.

 

“What!?”

Ezra pushed her way forward past the entrance doors to the vehicle. Groceries spilled out of the brown plastic bags onto the asphalt in numerous directions.

“Oh my god!” Rose gasped, her eyes wide with shock.

She hadn’t realized the entire pack joined in as well ‘til she turned her back towards the crime scene. A loud frustrated growl mere inches away, Feral stood beside her and examined the damage.

An echo of a ringtone sounded to her left. Naya’s handbag was always carried by her side. Red splotches swarmed her vision. Fury coiled deep in her gut to the thought of someone harming a pack member and a best friend.

Feral inhaled. “No scent.”

Ezra blurted out words before she could comprehend. “A rogue?”

Feral growled again. “Possibly.”

Ezra followed her brother’s gaze to the soldiers. “I heard what sound like some type of struggle so I ran over to check it out and smelled strong scents of fear. I went further to track it except it was gone in an instant.”

“What the fuck would a rogue want with Naya?”

Feral glared at Ezra for the lack of language she chosen and thought for a moment.

Rose chose the moment to speak up. “Is it because of her empathic abilities?”

Quick curious glances to her and Feral as he answered. “No.”

Walker joined the circle. “It was a man. Dressed in all black. I shadowed myself to keep an eye on them. Lost track when he turned the corner of an abandoned smoke shop. My guess, he must’ve teleported to another direction.”

Ezra’s hand trembled. “Telekinesis?”

Walker nodded.

Rose walked towards Feral, her eyes emotionless. “I think they’re trying to start a war.”

Dropping to her knees, Ezra cried.

 

Naya used her other senses as she regained consciousness as her blurry vision began to focus. Burnt wood. Spice. Musk. She flared her nostrils at the strong scents.

Moving her arm, she felt a tug at her wrists merely inches above the ground. Using her wolf strength, she began to yank at the restraints. It wasn’t dark but the lights were dim, barely helping her recognize her surroundings. There seemed to be a big gap between to walls, probably an open space.

She knew she was in some type of house, possibly the bedroom. Negative thoughts swarmed through her head. Was her attacker going to violate her body? A hard lump caught in her throat, subduing her ability to swallow. No emotions were present as she used her empathic gift. Luckily she was alone for the time being, it could give her enough time to get out of this place and alert her pack.

It felt like an hour as her focus began to sharpen. It wasn’t long before the lights cut out at the same time she heard footsteps approaching.

Naya let her wolf come to the surface, prepared for attack. She used her night vision to see a male figure crouch in front of her. Half his face was visible and just happened to be covered by a scarf as he came face to face.

His movements were slow, letting her read what he was about to do. He took a glass cup filled with what looked like water and tilted her chin up.

Naya shook, trying to get out of his grip—his touch fevering. He tightened his hold and pressed the glass to her lips. There was no way she was going to drink that poison.

He seemed unaffected by her struggles as he pressed his rough thumb against her bottom lip and pushed down, pouring the liquid down her throat. Naya choked and coughed up the contents, now unable to talk.

Her body started to feel cold, numb. Shivering uncontrollably, she turned her head and closed her eyes. Unconsciousness consuming her.

 

Ezra sniffed around with Walker for evidence that could help lead them towards Naya’s disappearance. Ezra clenched her fists, it felt just like the time Kitten had vanished. No scent tracks, no patterns, nothing. Looking at Walker, she was having a hard time figuring out how to tell him about his younger sister still being alive.

Part of her was scared of how he’d react, the other part nervous he would abandon the pack to go look for her, leaving us to find Naya. Walker noticed her stare and broke the silence.

“What’s going in that head of yours? Another vision?”

Ezra shook her head. “I was just…thinking.”

“About?”

She sighed. It was a losing battle with his tall frame and piercing blue eyes. She felt intimated to the maximum. How was she going to start it off? What if she said something wrong? Unable to look at him in the eye, she turned only to be thrown back, her back hitting cold metal.

“Ezra!”

Walker ran up to her and scanned the damage done to her body. No deep gashes. Just a couple of scrapes and forming bruises. Nothing that wouldn’t heal in a couple of hours.

Ezra pressed a palm to her forehead.

“We should’ve been more careful. There was a block and you stepped into it, causing it to throw you back fifty meters. You landed on top of the hood of someone’s car.”

Ezra groaned. “Which?”

“2017 Civic Honda.”

Walker could see the faint hints of a smile hinted on her lips. Before he could help her down, she clutched his forearm, her eye color turning from pale blue to other colors he’d never seen. She was having a vision.

Screams. Pain. A white room.

Ezra gasped, letting go of his arm. She had another vision of Kitten. This time it was a little more detailed. She could see her crying, begging someone to stop. She was being tortured.

There’s no going back, Ezra thought, as she scrambled through her jacket. Found what she was looking for, she gave it to Walker. Looking for a reaction when he glanced his eyes on the drawing.

“What is this?” Walker asked, tracing Kitten’s sketchy features.

Ezra trembled as she took a deep breath. Bracing herself, she spoke.

“She’s still alive.”

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Texte: All rights reserved. 2012 (©) / Marie Lee
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