“The seethe does not consider human life to be of much worth,” Stefan said softly. “Marsilia is intrigued by the idea of a sorcerer who is also a vampire. She thinks that such a one might bring the end to her exile here. The Tri-Cities is not the deserted wasteland it was two hundred years ago when she was sent here for trespasses against the Old One who rules in Italy, but neither is it Milan. The Old Master would be intrigued by the power of a creature who can make a vampire as old as I bow to his will. Maybe even intrigued enough to call us home.”
“She wants him to make another one,” I whispered.
“Yes.”
Samuel called me from his work the next morning. Ben had been confined to the cell in Adam’s house. He’d attacked another male werewolf without provocation—attempted suicide, werewolf style. He was badly hurt, but expected to recover.
I thought of Ben’s dull eyes, of Warren’s limp and the dead woman who haunted my dreams. I thought of the “nearly forty” deaths Uncle Mike laid at Littleton’s feet; many of them were killed while Andre was still in control. I remembered Stefan’s admission that the vampires didn’t consider human lives to be of much worth.
With the vampire’s judgement given, if the wolves did anything to Andre it would be seen as an attack on the seethe and precipitate a war that would cost many more lives on all sides. So, even though Bran and Adam were livid, their hands were tied. If Samuel hadn’t been the Marrok’s son, he could have done something.
Stefan couldn’t do anything, even if he wanted to. He had to obey Marsilia. His hands were tied, too.
But mine weren’t.
It was a good thing I hadn’t given Zee the vampire-hunting kit back. I was going to need it. The first thing I had to do was find Andre’s home, and I had everything I needed to do that—a keen nose and time.
I ran after the ball and caught it, running slowly so the boys who were chasing me would think they might have a chance. They laughed as they ran, which wasn’t very efficient of them if they intended to catch me. I sprinted between them, and across the yard, dropping the ball at their father’s feet, wagging my tail. Something wild coyotes don’t usually do.
“Good girl,” he said and pretended to throw it.
I gave him a reproving look, which made him laugh. “Look out you hooligans,” he called out to the boys. “I’m sending her your way.”
I darted through the trees after the ball, then realized the children’s excited cries had died completely. I spun around to see what had happened, but they were both all right. Just staring at the man who’d gotten out of the black SUV.
Adam had that effect on people.
I turned back and looked for the ball, finding it hiding under a rosebush. With it in my mouth I danced back across the yard and dropped it at Adam’s feet.
“Thank you,” he told me dryly. Then he turned to the man who had called him.
“I really appreciate you letting me know where she was. My daughter took her out to her boyfriend’s house and forgot to keep watch.”
“No problem.”
They shook hands, one of those strong-but-not-painful manly handshakes.
“You need to keep an eye on her, though,” the man told Adam. “She looks a lot like a coyote. If she’d gone out a few miles more she might have been shot before anyone noticed the collar.”
“I know,” Adam gave a rueful laugh. “She’s half coyote, we think, though her mother was a German Shepherd.”
I jumped in the SUV when Adam opened the door. He got in, gave the little family who’d “found” me a friendly wave. Then he started the car and drove off.
“That’s the third time this month I’ve come to pick you up,” he told me. Twice in Richland and today in Benton City. I was costing him a small fortune in gas and rewards. I’d seen him slip money to both boys.
I wagged my tail at him.
“I brought clothes this time,” he said. “Hop in the back and change so we can talk.”
I wagged my tail at him again.
He raised an eyebrow. “Mercy, you’ve been avoiding talking to me for long enough. Time to quit running and talk. Please.”
Reluctantly, I hopped to the backseat. He was right. If I hadn’t been ready to talk, I wouldn’t have been running around the Tri-Cities in a collar with his phone number on it. Of course escaping from the Animal Control Shelter might have had something to do with it as well.
He’d brought sweats that smelled like him. They were big, but I could tighten the cord on the pants so they didn’t slide off. I rolled up the sleeves and then crawled back over the seat.
He waited until I was buckled in before he spoke. I expected to be grilled about my recent habit of wandering around the city in coyote guise.
“I scare you,” he told me, instead.
“Do not.” I huffed indignantly.
He glanced at me and then at the road. I noticed he was taking the long way home, the narrow highway that followed the Yakima River and would eventually drop us off in the north side of Richland.
There was a smile on his face.
“Okay. What if I said that your reactions to me scare you?”
My heartbeat picked up. That just wasn’t fair, women were supposed to be a mystery to men.
“You’re a control freak,” I said hotly. “You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t like being controlled.”
“I don’t control you,” he said in that rich-as-night voice he could use when he wanted to. The rat bastard. Upset as I was it still had an effect on me. “You chose to submit.”
“I don’t submit to anyone,” I snapped, looking out the side window to show him I wanted this conversation over.
“But you want to.”
I had no answer for that.
“It’s taken me this long to figure out an answer to our problem,” he said. “What if I let you take charge?”
I gave him a suspicious look. “What do you mean by that?”
“I mean just what I said. When we go out, you pick where we’re going. If we kiss—or anything else—it’ll be because you started it. That way, even if you want to submit to me, you can’t because I’m not asking anything.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and stared hard at the river. “Let me think about it.”
“Fair enough. So, do you want to tell me what you were doing in Benton City?”
“Hunting.”
He sucked in a deep breath. “You won’t find him that way.”
“Find whom?” I asked innocently.
“The vampire. Andre. You won’t find him that way. They have ways of confusing their scent and magic to hide their daytime resting places even from other vampires. That’s why Warren and Ben couldn’t track Littleton down when they went looking.”
“Their magics don’t work so well on me,” I told him.
“And you can talk to ghosts that the rest of us can’t see,” he snapped impatiently. “Which is why Marsilia sent you after Littleton.” He was still mad at me for doing that, even if, maybe especially because, it had worked. “How long have you been looking for Andre? Since Marsilia let him go?”
I didn’t give him an answer. Didn’t want to give him an answer. It occurred to me that this was the first time I’d felt myself in his presence since we’d gone on our first date. Maybe it was the vampire blood.
“What did I do to deserve that look?” he asked.
“Why don’t I feel like obeying you now?” I asked.
He smiled at me and turned onto the bypass highway that ran along the outskirts of Richland. It was four thirty and the road was clogged with traffic.
“Being the Alpha is different from just being dominant,” he said.