seen the news . . . Really? Someone said that was happening here? Who would say such a thing?”
The voice was like smooth metal being dragged over a wet stone, but Paige was certain that’s not what the people on the other end of the phone calls were hearing. They heard whatever they were told to hear and believed it without question. With the grating chill beneath her scars provided her with a warning, she steeled herself to deal with a being that could change the way she perceived her world with nothing more than a carefully worded statement.
“Whatever you’ve been told about what’s going on in Atoka,” Kawosa carefully stated, “it’s wrong. Everything here is under control, so you should focus your efforts where they’re needed elsewhere . . . Sounds good to me . . . That’s right.”
As he wrapped up his bundle of lies regarding this latest pleas from a cowering citizen or someone driving close enough to town to hear the howls, Paige made her way down the hall. When she got close enough to see the shadow he cast while shifting in his spot, she fought the impulse to rush into the room and chop his head off. Behind her, Waggoner’s bowstring creaked as he drew it back in preparation to take whatever shot he might be given.
Kawosa hung up and dialed a number in a quick series of taps.
Paige stood still and signaled for Waggoner to do the same. Once that rasping voice emerged from the next room again, she inched toward the door.
“Hello, Associated Press? I’m the duly appointed spokesperson for the state of Oklahoma. You need to connect me to whoever is in charge of reports regarding recent attacks made on cities by these creatures in or near my state . . . Yes, I’ll hold.”
When she was aligned with the doorway so she could take a look inside, Paige recalled the first words she’d heard coming from that room. There are no werewolves in Atoka. Somehow, even though he hadn’t been addressing her directly, Kawosa’s lies had their intended effect. The heat inside her flared up again as she closed her eyes and reminded herself that every word Kawosa spoke was a lie. Then the warning in her scars returned.
Opening her eyes again, she stared almost directly into the bloodshot eyes of a Half Breed who sat just within the door, its twisted snout pointed at her, its muscles tensed in the same manner as the sentry who had been posted in the house with the hole dug into its floor. As with any simple animal, the werewolf’s emotions were clearly painted on its face. It wanted to run. It wanted to howl along with all of the other shapeshifters that had claimed the town for their own. And when it saw her in the hallway, its entire body trembled with the desire to lunge at her and taste the delicate meat just beneath her skin. Judging by the twitching of its nose, it had smelled her coming for some time.
“You must spread this same news to any official channels and prevent any more resources from being wasted by investigating Atoka,” Kawosa said from where he sat with his feet propped up on a desk. “I have to do the same, so you have to give me the contact information of anyone in the government who might be able to get this news to the military . . . Yes, I’ll hold.”
With a subtle wrinkling of his brow, Kawosa sent a command to the beast guarding the door. The Half Breed slumped as if an invisible chain around its neck had finally been allowed to drop. When it charged at her, Paige stepped aside so Waggoner could put an arrow through the creature’s eye. Instead, the other man ran past her while gripping an arrow in each fist to hit the werewolf at the apex of its jump. The two of them met like feuding stags, their chests thumping solidly against each other with an impact that brought both of them to the floor. Not only was Paige shocked by the reckless intensity of Waggoner’s attack, but she would have been hard pressed to say which of the two was hunter and which was prey.
Both of them had the same glassiness in their eyes as they fought. Although the Half Breed was able to contort its body to snap at him with a minimum amount of wasted time, Waggoner thumped his