“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 fists against the werewolf’s sides, driving both arrows between its ribs. Somehow, Waggoner’s muscles were strong enough to flip the Half Breed onto its side and pound both arrows into its chest cavity. Paige finished it off with a stabbing blow from her machete that cut straight up into its heart. When she pulled the weapon out, there were enough barbs protruding from the sides of the machete to pull a sizable portion of the creature’s innards out along with it.
“Come in,” Kawosa said as he tapped a button on the phone. “And don’t worry. There isn’t—”
Before he could finish, Paige rushed forward to look inside the room. A second Half Breed sat on the other side of the doorway, looking even more tortured by its inability to move.
Swinging his feet down from the desk, Kawosa leaned forward in his chair and clasped his hands. Long stringy hair hung on either side of his face, plastered to his forehead and parted like a curtain to reveal angular features that looked as if they’d been drawn onto him with chalk. Studying her carefully, he said, “There isn’t another Half Breed guarding that door.”
“I’m looking straight at it,” she said with what little bit of confidence she could dredge up.
“No. Your partner did away with the only guard I posted. There wasn’t enough time for me to find another. There is no other Half Breed guarding that door.”
Even though she could see for herself that Kawosa was lying, his words were still tunneling into her brain. Paige kept her eyes focused on the second Half Breed, holding onto its image as if it was about to fade from her sight. And no matter how hard she tried, that’s exactly what it did.
The Half Breed strained against its instinct to run and destroy.
Paige fought to keep hold of the knowledge and vision that set her apart from every other schmuck who didn’t know any better than to believe monsters didn’t exist.
None of that struggling helped either one of them.
The Half Breed remained where it was, and Paige’s sight was clouded until she saw nothing but empty floor space where the bestial guard had been.
Kawosa allowed his fingers to slide together so he could clasp his hands. Although he was still watching the door, he relaxed when Paige’s gaze wandered away from where it had been anchored a moment ago. “So, Skinner, how did you find me?”
Unsure whether she could sneak a bluff past Kawosa, she told him, “There’s a distinct lack of authority figures around here for a town being overrun by werewolves. This seemed like a good place to look for an explanation.”
Kawosa’s features might have shifted, but not so a mortal’s eyes would notice. “That makes sense.”
“They’ll still come, you know.”
“Who will?”
In the hallway behind her, Waggoner was just finishing with the Half Breed that had jumped him and took no notice of the one still by the door. He held his ground to catch his breath in a series of wheezing gasps.
“The military,” Paige said. “The police. Local gun nuts. More of us. It doesn’t matter. What you’re doing here won’t go unnoticed for long. The Full Bloods in New Mexico are already cleared out, and if we can’t do the same here tonight, you’ll get obliterated by some good old-fashioned American firepower sooner or later.”
“I thought you Skinners shunned the spotlight. Isn’t that why your Dr. Lancroft had me caged in a dungeon beneath a basement for all those years?” Kawosa studied Waggoner’s sweaty face and tensed muscular frame as if the man was pressed between glass slides beneath a microscope. “So the wildness truly is inside you,” he mused.
“You’re damn right it is,” Waggoner said while holding out a bloody arrow to point at the shapeshifter. “And you’re about to get a taste of it firsthand.”
“What wildness?” Paige asked.
Almost immediately Waggoner moved forward. He’d already forgotten about the prone Half Breed at his feet and had his sights set upon the scrawny man sitting next to a phone that blinked wildly with incoming calls. Paige stretched out an arm to prevent him from getting past her, which prompted him to push against her as if he didn’t even realize there was something in his way.
“The same wildness my kin are feeling,” Kawosa said while observing Waggoner’s frustration. “It’s the spark inside those of you who find yourselves in the role of warrior, whether that be soldier, Skinner, criminal, or beast. Surely you’ve known humans who’ve tried to pick up a Skinner weapon and didn’t have the spirit to swing it?”
“Yeah,” Paige scoffed. “And there are people who wash out of the Police Academy. Are you saying they’re missing some mystical energy?”
“There’s nothing mystical about it,” Kawosa replied. “Just because you don’t know how to measure something with one of your meters or devices doesn’t mean it’s not there. You know the difference between someone like me and a species like you?”
“If you say enlightenment, I’ll save you the trouble of killing me by laughing myself to death.”
Kawosa didn’t laugh, but he did smile at her. The expression on his face was similar to a grandparent wondering how the beautiful little girl he once knew could turn into such a fine young woman. “Acceptance. That’s the difference. I’ve stopped questioning why things are and accept what I know is here. When I was locked in Lancroft’s cage, I had to accept that there was no way for me to escape. When you and the rest of the Skinners killed him, I had to accept that the humans had become a force to be reckoned with. Now, you humans should do yourselves a favor and accept that all of your petty concerns, the society you’ve built and the world you think you’ve shaped, is all about to be brought down. Other species had to accept that fact when you started spreading like a plague and now it’s your turn.” Placing his hands flat upon the desk, Kawosa stood up and looked at Paige and Waggoner. “You’ve got no other choice but to set your weapons aside and accept it.”
“He’s right,” Waggoner sighed. “There’s no other choice.” Then he calmly set his arrows on the floor.
Paige’s scars were so cold that she could barely think of anything else. A jabbing, arthritic pain shot through her fingers as she placed her machete on the floor.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Kawosa stood in front of them. “Here’s what you must do,” he said. “Meet Lancroft’s favored ones called the Vigilant. If you don’t already know who they are, you’ll need to poke around until you find out. I can tell you most of them are based in Louisville, Kentucky. When you find them, it’s essential for you to kill as many as possible. They are dangerous to your cause and to humanity in general.”