Wolf Rain (Psy-Changeling Trinity #3) - Nalini Singh Page 0,69
but we must confront it if we are to have any hope of finding an answer to why a small number of our kind succumb to such violent impulses.
Alexei had deleted the message at the time, the loss of Brodie too close, but he hadn’t forgotten it. When Dr. Schaeffer gave an interview on the subject four months ago, he’d listened to every word. Trying to find answers. Trying to not be so angry. Yet he still couldn’t speak to her. Not when the wound kept on bleeding inside him.
“No movement,” Emmett said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the well-kept property. “I can watch streetside while you go in.”
Technically, SnowDancer should’ve asked for Enforcement permission since it was a Psy home they were about to breach, but Enforcement remained full of leaks. And when it came down to it, this was leopard territory. Even many of the resident Psy now had more faith in the cats than in their own leaders. When the shit hit the fan, the people of San Francisco knew DarkRiver and its allies would come to their aid.
So yeah, no one was too worried about Enforcement.
“Thanks, Emmett.” Wolf snarling inside him to begin the hunt, Alexei glanced at his alpha.
Hawke nodded, and the five of them flowed across the dark street. The first thing they did was find a window through which Judd could gain a visual. Teleporting inside a second later, he then opened the front door to let them in. All of it in silence.
A split second of warning and Renault would disappear.
Alexei’s nostrils flared at the distinctive ice-metal scent he’d caught in the bunker, that scent laid down thick around him now, as he’d expect in any living creature’s home. Yet nothing felt fresh, not Renault’s scent and not the other smells you’d expect to find in a home. Regardless, none of them spoke as they split up to search the house in silence.
“Fucker’s gone,” he said to the others when they met in the large upstairs bedroom.
“Arrogant, but not arrogant enough to believe he could hide for long right under DarkRiver’s and SnowDancer’s noses,” Judd murmured. “A pity.”
“It’ll have to be a different kind of hunt now.” Hawke folded his arms, his pale gaze pitiless. “I’ll blast his face across the Trinity network.”
“We could get some pushback for playing judge and jury,” Sing-Liu said with a curl of her lip, her small body held with a predator’s stillness. She might be genetically human, but her heart was pure wolf.
Alexei, meanwhile, prowled around the room, his skin too full of energy and a growl building in his chest as he caught fleeting hints of a musty, unpleasant smell he couldn’t quite identify.
“You know how some of the non-changeling groups can be about our laws,” Sing-Liu added.
An eye for an eye, a life for a life, it was a perfectly rational law, but humans and Psy occasionally got squeamish about the brutality of changeling punishments. Alexei might’ve lost a brother to execution, but Brodie’s death wasn’t the fault of their laws. His brother had written his own death warrant the day he broke the vow the two of them had sworn as tormented young teenagers.
“Renault made this SnowDancer business when he intruded on our territory.” Hawke’s tone was hard as granite, the wolf prowling behind his eyes. “He’s now subject to our rules—and I want the entire world to know that. Fuck with us and pay the price.”
Alexei frowned at a sudden change under his feet. Moving back, he walked over the spot again, listening to the subtle difference in the sound of his footsteps. “What’s below this bedroom?”
“Garage,” Matthias said. “Empty except for a single spiderweb.”
“Did the ceiling strike you as low?”
Matthias took a second, frowned. “Yeah, now that you mention it. I’m used to being too tall for a lot of spaces so I didn’t really think it was odd. What’re you thinking?”
Alexei’s claws sliced out of his fingers. “We may have a hidden compartment.”
Everyone switched focus with predator speed.
It was Matthias who spotted that the carpet was only lightly pinned down along one edge. After Judd lifted the small side table sitting on that part of the carpet, Alexei peeled the carpet up and back.
“It’s big enough for a person.” Sing-Liu’s words were quiet. “What’s that smell? Bleach?”
“No, a specialized dehumidifying compound,” Judd said, old nightmares in his voice. “Used to dry flesh out, halt putrefaction and the attendant smells.”
“Looks like a goddamn coffin.” Hawke’s eyes didn’t move