Mine to Possess - By Nalini Singh Page 0,19

she hated herself.

"I'll have one of my officers drop you off."

She jerked at the sound of Max's voice. "No. I'll wait until you guys are done, pack up some gear, and go."

"It'll be daylight by then. If you're worried about a leak, don't be. The man I had in mind is changeling. Leakproof." He tapped his temple as if to remind her of the other race's superior natural shields. "More important, I trust him."

"I'm not leaving without my stuff." An excuse. It would buy her time, give her a chance to figure out where to go.

He sighed. "Fine. Park yourself out here until we're done and I'll give you a ride myself."

"Great." Damn.

Clay woke with the knowledge that he wasn't in his lair, his head clear. Changelings processed alcohol far quicker than humans and he had stopped drinking just short of hangover territory. Of course, his mouth felt like something small and furry had crawled in and died there, and his disgust at his own behavior was intense, but physically speaking, he was fine.

Tiny scrabbling sounds came from the floor beside the bed. It was those sounds that had wakened him though it was still dark outside. Reaching down without looking, he caught one leopard cub by the scruff off his neck and hauled him onto the bed, catching the second as he tried to dart out. "You two are supposed to be in bed," he growled.

The two small leopards looked at each other, then rushed him. He held them off without too much trouble, amused. It was the last emotion he'd have thought he'd feel upon waking, but these two made anything else hard.

"Down," he said after a few minutes.

The cubs obeyed at once, well aware he was dominant to them. In fact, all of a sudden they appeared to be on their best behavior. Suspicious, he focused his hearing and caught the sound of Tamsyn, their mother, searching for them. "Sharp ears," he muttered, not bothering to get up when Tamsyn gave a soft knock.

"They're in here." His throat felt lined with grit.

She opened the door. "Oh, did they wake you?" As she came to pick them up, the cubs shifted into human form in a burst of flickering color. Naked, they scampered out of the room, laughing.

Tamsyn smiled and shook her head. "More energy than sense."

He grunted. "Time?"

"Five a.m." Sitting on the bed, she looked at him, her hair sliding over one shoulder. "You feeling okay?"

"A shower and I'll be fine." He deliberately ignored the real meaning of her question. Having been DarkRiver's healer from a very young age, Tamsyn had a disturbing way of getting under people's skins.

Now, she sighed. "You're exactly like my boys - no sense at all. I love you, you idiot. Talk to me."

He wasn't ready to talk to anyone about the ghost who had walked back into his life. "Leave it, Tammy."

She shook her head. "Lord, but you men drive me crazy. All testosterone and pride. Well, you know where I live. I'll go find you some fresh clothes." Leaning over, she brushed his hair off his face in a gentle move. "We're Pack, Clay. Remember that."

He waited until she left before shoving down the sheet and wandering into the bathroom. Pack. Yes, they were Pack, a healthy, functioning pack. He'd never known the like until Nate had dragged him into DarkRiver.

His mother, Isla, had deliberately chosen to live away from the leopard-controlled areas of the country, hiding her son among humans and nonpredatory changelings. The fact that they had never been tracked down told Clay that his father's - and by extension, Isla's - pack, had been, or was, nowhere near as strong or as healthy as DarkRiver. It hadn't protected, hadn't sheltered, and definitely hadn't healed.

When Nate had offered to sponsor Clay into DarkRiver, he'd accepted mostly because he didn't really care where he went. He'd figured he could take off if he didn't like it. He had discovered different within days. In DarkRiver, isolation wasn't an option. Loners were accepted, but they weren't forgotten. And if someone lost their way, the pack hauled them back in kicking and screaming.

Stepping out of the shower, he pulled on the clothes he'd heard Tamsyn bring in a few minutes ago. They were his own - because Tamsyn was their healer, they often came to her bleeding or worse, their clothes useless. It made sense to have spare clothing here. As he dressed, he could hear her and Nate talking downstairs, the

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