She'd pulled her waist-length hair into a neat braid, and the dark rope gleamed with ruby red highlights. It made him feel like a cradle-robbing bastard, but he couldn't help but imagine those silken strands spread out all over his hands . . . over his pillow. Fuck. He should turn around right this second and walk out. There was a reason he made sure never to be alone with her in this kind of a mood.
But it was too late.
She went motionless, the stance of prey scenting a predator. When she turned, it was with wary cautiousness. Not a word passed her lips, but he knew he was intruding on her allotted free hour for the day to come—because whatever else she did, Sienna never lied, never tried to get out of punishment once she'd broken the rules.
He should've left. Instead, he shoved aside the voice of reason and walked to her, aware of her spine going stiff, her shoulders squaring. But it was the sheen of perspiration across her collarbones that fascinated him. The wolf wanted to lick, see if she tasted of the spice so hot and sweet in her scent.
In spite of what might have gone on in the forest earlier, the leopard cub hadn't managed to imprint his scent into her skin. It was all Sienna. Swallowing his growl of satisfaction, he reined in the primal impulse to taste, to take. "Your arm," he murmured, moving to stand behind her and stroking his hand down that arm to raise it, "should be straight on that final turn. You're dropping it."
Her pulse thudded hard and fast against the delicate skin of her neck, and it was all he could do not to drop his head and bite down on it. Not to hurt. Just a nip. Just enough to leave a mark. "Like this." He moved his hand along the smooth warmth of her arm until it was straight. "Do you see?"
No sound as she angled her head to one side. He knew she hadn't meant it to be, but it was an invitation to his wolf, the offering of that vulnerable part of her. He could close his hand around her throat, close his teeth around her jugular, anything he wanted. He was so much stronger than her that he could do that no matter what, but conquering wasn't the same as surrender. "Do it again," he whispered. "I want to watch."
It took every ounce of will he had to drop her arm, to not accept the unintended invitation and take them both to the floor in a tangle of skin and heat. But he couldn't stop himself from running the knuckles of one hand down her throat as he stepped away, his gut tight, his body so damn hard he might as well have been made of steel. He moved until he was in prime position to watch her, and then he waited. She did nothing for a long, still moment, and he thought she would deny him this.
But then Sienna began to move.
And his wolf stopped pacing.
Chapter 5
HUNDREDS OF MILES away, in the barren heart of another continent, an Arrow named Aden scanned his gaze over a desert wasteland that was a rich rust red under sunlight, but now glimmered silver in the glow of the moon. "Why do you always come here?" he asked the fellow member of the squad who'd teleported him to the location.
"There's clarity here," Vasic said, looking out at the rolling vista of sand dunes, his eyes a piercing silver that echoed the brilliance of the moon.
"There's nothing here."
Vasic merely shook his head. "Pure Psy."
"A possible problem." Aden sometimes wondered if he and Vasic hadn't formed an inadvertent subconscious telepathic connection, they understood each other so effortlessly.
"Perhaps," Vasic said with unerring accuracy, "it was when we were placed in training as children. Bonds are more easily formed prior to complete Silence."
Aden preferred not to think about those days. A child was weak, simple to break. He was no longer that child. "Pure Psy," he said, returning to the reason for this meeting.
"Gutierrez and Suhana are already inside and reporting back. We may lose Abbot and Sione."
"That's not unexpected." The two Arrows both had unstable abilities.
"No."
Aden watched as a tiny insect crawled across the sand at his feet. "The adherents of Pure Psy say they seek to preserve the integrity of Silence." The insect stumbled, turned onto its back.
Vasic righted the creature with a delicate touch of Tk, and it hurried into its burrow. "What is said and what is done are often two different things."
"Yes." More than a century ago, Zaid Adelaja had formed the Arrow Squad to watch over Silence, to ensure it would never fall and shatter the PsyNet. But now . . . "We will have to make a choice soon."
Going down on his haunches, Vasic picked up a handful of sand, the silica catching the moonlight as it passed through his fingers. "Yes."
What neither of them said was that it was a choice that might well change the face of the PsyNet forever.
Chapter 6
THE INDULGENCE OF the previous night came back to bite Hawke the next morning. His wolf had had a taste of Sienna Lauren, and it was through with waiting. It wanted her, and it wanted her now. The scent of her—the maddening spice and steel of it—lingered in his skin until he drew it in with every breath.
He couldn't allow himself to surrender to the compulsion. Everything else aside, she was nineteen years old, for Christ's sake, nowhere near mature enough to handle either man or wolf, especially given the razor's edge he was walking right now. More than likely, he'd terrify her.
His jaw tightened.