Chapter 19 #2
Elijah filled the doorway, and the fear that had been sliding through her eased its grip.
He held his hand out to her. “We’ve found what you’re looking for.”
Vash squeezed Elijah’s shoulder as she read the data on the massive van-sized monitor on the wall.
“Three lycans,” she said. “Three against Char and Ice. They shouldn’t have been able to win.”
He looked at her, studying her face, wishing he knew who she’d been on the phone with and what they’d told her. Her usual vivacity was subdued, concerning him. “Do you believe the accusation that Charron’s fledgling incited an attack?”
“It’s possible.” Her troubled gaze met his.
“Ice was problematic. He was struggling with bloodthirst, and he lacked self-control. I was leaning toward putting him down, but Char thought he could turn the kid around. I was so busy with my duties as second that it was hard for me to deny him something that gave him pleasure and kept him occupied.”
Elijah read between the lines. They hadn’t been equals, not as he and Vash were. “But Ice survived the attack—”
“Only by hours. He’d been burned too badly by the sun.”
“—while Charron was brutalized.”
She nodded. “The attack was especially vicious. So much so that I thought maybe the demons had gotten to him before I arrived. But the body reeked of lycans, and the disemboweling had been done with lycan teeth.”
The demons. A chill moved through him. Pulling her close, he placed his lips to her ear and asked, “How soon after Char’s death were you attacked?”
She yanked back. “Who said I was—” Then she scowled. “An hour. Thereabouts.”
“An hour…” He crushed her to him, squeezing her so tightly that she gasped and struggled. “I’m going to find a way to raise them from hell and kill them all over again.”
“Elijah.” She softened and let him love her, pressing her lips to his jaw. “Always avenging somebody…except when I get in the way.”
He turned back to the monitor, keeping an arm around her waist. He spoke to the lycan named Samuel, who manned the keyboard. “Can you pull up their histories and display them side-by-side?”
Samuel typed in the necessary commands, and Elijah studied the results. “Same month and year of birth for all three,” he noted.
“And they all died the same year,” Vashti murmured. “Within a few months of each other.”
“Same litter, Samuel?”
The lycan frowned at the monitor. “We don’t have many triplet births, but let me pull up their breeding charts… Huh. There aren’t any. That’s weird.”
“We can check their blood,” Elijah said. “Send someone to cryostorage to pull their samples.”
Samuel picked up the phone embedded in the workstation and passed along the order.
Vash’s fingertips kneaded restlessly into his hip. “Would that be unusual for brothers to hunt together?”
“Depends.” His gaze remained on the monitor. “At a younger age, no. But these were breeding-age males. They should have been spread around among the outposts.”
“Widening the gene pool,” she filled in drily. “How romantic.”
“Explains why their information is so similar. Doesn’t explain why they died. Samuel, why isn’t there a notation as to the cause of death?”
Shrugging, Samuel said, “Depends on the situation at the time and the thoroughness of the tech. Remember, this room was Sentinels-only before the revolt, and most of them don’t give a shit how we die.”
Elijah pulled his ringing phone from his pocket to silence it, then noted Stephan’s name and took the call. “What’ve you got?”
“A few hundred lycans,” his Beta said drily. “I’m back at the warehouse. As the teams move across the country, they’re running across expat lycans and sending them here. Someone needs to be here full-time to process them.”
“Thank god you’ve got initiative.”
Stephan laughed. “If I bothered you with every administrative decision, you’d bite my head off. Perhaps literally.”
“You’re too valuable. I’d find something else to torture you with.”
“Listen, there’s something else.”
The sudden gravity in his Beta’s voice set Elijah on alert. “What?”
“Himeko’s telling everyone you’ve mated with Syre’s second.”
“Hmm…” He watched as Vash stepped in front of him with a frown, her vampiric hearing ensuring that she heard every word. He smoothed the line between her brows with soft strokes of his thumb. “Not yet. She’s still getting used to the idea.”
There was a long pause. “Alpha, I hate to point out the obvious—”
“Then don’t.”
“Vampires can’t breed.”
“Thank you for the recap.”
Stephan was not amused. “It’s my job as your Beta to inform you of concerns in the ranks. Don’t mock me for doing it.”
“I would never mock you—I respect you too much. In return, I ask that you don’t talk to me like I’m an idiot.
I’m doing everything I can to the best of my ability.
That’s all anyone has a right to know. My personal life is my own.
If there’s a problem with that, tell the others to direct their energies to finding the Alpha outpost. Then we can have a democratic election, and everyone can have a say. ”
Vashti’s gaze darkened. Not funny, she mouthed.
No, it wasn’t. The only way another Alpha could gain control of the packs was by taking Elijah out. They wouldn’t get the respect they needed to lead without that victory.
“I’ll keep you posted,” Stephan said.
Elijah killed the call and returned his attention to the monitor. “Now, where were we?”
The ringing of the phone in the workstation interrupted them as if on cue. Samuel answered. “Did you double-check? Well, check again.”
Vashti’s gaze narrowed. “Wanna bet the blood’s missing?”
“Don’t like the odds,” Elijah replied, not surprised when Samuel proved Vash’s hunch correct. “Okay, then, pull up their photos.”
“No problem. Let me see… Ah, here’s one. Peter Neil.”
A familiar image popped up on screen, and Elijah scowled. “I know him. Worked with him a time or two. His name isn’t Peter.”
“A sibling, maybe?” Vash queried.
“No. See the scar on his lip? Same guy.”
“Is he here?” she asked Samuel.
“I’ve never seen him before.”
“He’s dead,” Elijah said curtly. “Killed in a nest raid about twenty years ago. I was there when it happened. Do you have headshots of the others?”
Whistling, Samuel tapped out another string of keystrokes, and another picture popped up. “Here’s Kevin Hayes.”
Vashti sucked in a deep breath.
Elijah’s remaining patience thinned dangerously. “Wrong photo.”
“That’s the one that was shot on intake,” Samuel insisted.
“It’s a mistake. That’s Micah McKenna.”
“McKenna, huh? Hang on. Okay, there’s a Micah McKenna in the system. Yeah…you’re right. He came in the same day as Kevin. Maybe the photos got switched around and misfiled. Here’s the one from Micah’s file.” The same photo popped up. “Someone fucked up.”
But Elijah’s attention was riveted on the historical data that had opened alongside the photo. His gaze skimmed through it, finding all the expected information—registered mate, archives of transfers and kills, breeding chart.
“He lied,” Vash said. “I asked him his age, and he said—”
“—fifty.” Micah’s official record put him at eighty years old, which made it possible for him to have killed Charron. He’d been too young at fifty—the perfect alibi. “Where’s the third lycan’s photo?”
“Here.” Samuel pulled it up. “Anthony Williams.”
His fists clenched with recognition. “Look up Trent Parry.”
“All right… Yep, he’s here, too.”
“Well, look at that,” Vash muttered. “The same photo as Anthony.”
Elijah’s entire world tilted to the side, skewed by the realization that the men he’d trusted had betrayed him and every other lycan.
She began to pace. “It’s a fucking cover-up. They created a paper trail for three imaginary lycans and absolved them of guilt in Char’s death. Why, damn it? Why did the Sentinels protect three rabid dogs?”
He shot her a look that warned her to say no more. “Samuel, send me copies of all these dossiers. Look up a Charles Tate, too, and throw him in the mix. He’s the one using the alias Peter Neil.”
Vash stopped directly in front of him. “Is Trent dead like Micah and Charles? Have I been hunting ghosts?”
“Trent was with me in Phoenix during the trip when Nikki attacked Adrian, and we found Lindsay.” He pressed his lips to her brow and murmured, “You may have to fight her for him. She wants him, too.”
“Why?”
“I’ll explain later. For now, let’s get out of here.”