Werewolves Be Damned - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,51
looks unless we’re in a proper place to indulge ourselves.”
“Yeah.” She chuckled. “No kidding.”
Note to self: wear that look more often.
Chapter Fifteen
The knock at the door had woken Kyden. He glanced down at Nexi as he slipped into his gear. He preferred to stay in bed with her. Give her another round of the treatment he offered her last night, as well as receive what she’d given him with those talented hands and mouth of hers, but a knock at the door meant trouble.
Once dressed with his scabbard settled around his chest, he looked down into Nexi’s placid face. Whoever was at the door could wait a moment longer, trouble or not. He slid a piece of hair off her face but she didn’t stir.
Her beauty astounded him…
Another knock sounded at the door, snapping him away. Two knocks meant urgent trouble. Leaving Nexi sound asleep behind him, he hurried to the door, and once he opened it, he found Finn. “What’s up?”
“Briggs came through with the lead,” Finn said, voice tight with concern. “Is Nexi coming?”
Kyden shook his head, as he stepped out into the hallway and shut the door quietly behind him. “She’s sleeping.”
Nexi might be burning with hells-fire at him for not waking her, but the lead might turn up nothing, so why not let her rest. Besides, she looked peaceful. In the chaos that happened to be her life, if he could give her some reprieve he would, whether she liked it or not.
He started down the hallway with Finn matching his stride. “What’s the lead?”
“Briggs found a member of the Texas pack in New York.”
Kyden exhaled, hoping this would give them some answers. He hated the dead end he currently faced. He had no explanation for why Nexi’s family had been murdered, why wolves were killing in New York City, or why a vampire had vanished in Salt Lake City. Most of all, he had no idea if they were all connected, or were random events.
From experience, he knew all these events could be a coincidence. He’d seen it happen before. However, he couldn’t overlook the fact that the first werewolf death was at Nexi’s family home, a supernatural hidden in the Earthworld. Yet, at the same time, if her family was the target, why did the other killings still happen?
That was the biggest flaw to that theory.
He craved to end this assignment, help Nexi find that final werewolf who killed her family, then this could all be over for her. Frustration tightened his muscles, knowing at the moment he was powerless to settle her life.
In quick time, Kyden, with Finn in next to him, entered the Council’s Foyer, and he discovered Briggs waiting by the portal. Kyden noted the tight set of Briggs’s jaw and that brought a bit of hope. “I take it this lead is good.”
Briggs inclined his head. “It’s solid.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Once he reached Briggs, Kyden kept his mind blank so Briggs could carry them all to the New York location, as he opened the portal’s door. The second Kyden followed Briggs through, with Finn right behind him, the bright light flashed before his eyes.
Within seconds, Kyden inhaled the exhaust from the busy cars around him, as his boots stood atop a sidewalk. He stepped away from the large dumpster they had arrived behind, then he glanced in front of him, as the sun shone down from the mid-afternoon sky.
Confused, he turned to Briggs. “Our lead is at a church?”
Briggs shrugged. “You got it.”
Thinking it an odd place for the werewolf to go, Kyden followed Finn and Briggs as they crossed the street. When they headed up the church’s stairs, the bell rang high above them in the tall, enclosed tower.
Once at the large wooden doors, Briggs entered the church and Kyden stayed right on his heels, instantly surrounded by dozens of candelabras reflecting a glow off the large arched windows. Rows of pews filled the church and in the second row sat a sobbing werewolf.
Glancing at Briggs with an arched brow, he received a shrug, then a shove forward, as well as two smirks from his so-called friends. Kyden shook his head; of course they’d send him in to deal with a crying man.
Approaching the pew, he studied the man who had a head topped with brown hair, which was buried in his hands as his entire body trembled. Kyden stopped next to the pew and when the werewolf didn’t acknowledge him, he cleared his throat. “What’s your name?”