Ethan glanced around sharply. Kat stood in the doorway, her gaze jumping between him and Gwen.
He took a deep breath and released it slowly. “Nothing. We were just talking.”
“Yeah. Right. Tell that to someone who can’t feel the tension.”
His gaze slid to Gwen’s. The older woman only raised her eyebrows, as if daring him to deny the possibility. He turned away from them both and stared out the window again. He couldn’t explain why the old woman seemed to be catching his emotions any more than he could explain him catching hers.
“Are we going to go save this kid or not?” he said without looking around.
“We will as soon as you put this on,” Kat replied. He heard the air stir and raised his hand, instinctively catching what she’d thrown. It turned out to be a leather thong threaded with three stones. He turned around. “What’s this?”
“It’s a necklace. You put it around your neck.” She didn’t even glance at him as she began tying an identical strip around hers.
Two of the stones felt warm against his palm; the third felt colder than the Arctic. “I mean, what is it meant to do?”
“Protect you.”
“How are three stones supposed to do that?” He tied the necklace on regardless, then grabbed his shoulder harness and strapped it on. He’d left it in here earlier, and it was just as well. If the captain had realized he still had his gun, he would have been in real trouble.
“The red stone will stop the mara from sensing your presence unless she’s looking right at you. The green stone provides a shield that’ll help stop her from entering your mind to take control.”
“And the blue stone?” he asked when she hesitated.
Heat touched her cheeks, but her gaze met his defiantly. “It’s a last-minute warning that the mara is about to steal your soul.”
Anger stirred through him again. “She’s never going to get that close.”
Her eyes mocked him. “But the moon is full, and you’re a werewolf in heat. Who knows what’ll happen if push comes to shove?”
He knew. No matter how much the fever raged in his blood, he would never lie with the mara. No matter what form she took. “Are we going or not?”
“As soon as I change into jeans.” She disappeared into their cabin and did that, then grabbed her coat from off the sofa and went over to kiss her grandmother’s cheek. “Be careful. Use the warding stones until we get back.”
“It doesn’t know about me yet. Its attention is still caught by you two.” Gwen’s gaze ran past Kat and met Ethan’s. “Concentrate out there, or it could be fatal.”
“The wolf doesn’t rule me yet,” he said grimly and walked out the door.
KAT TOOK A CANDY BAR OUT OF HER POCKET AND UNWRAPPED it. The wind was almost unbearably cold, and the smell of rain touched the air. The bright light of the moon had long ago been blanketed by a heavy layer of clouds, and the night seemed unnaturally dark. But lightning flashed in the distance—an indicator of the storm she could feel approaching.
She bit down on the candy and wished she had something more substantial to eat. Chocolate might be one of the five essential food groups, but right now she could have done with something a whole lot more warming. Like a good, thick stew. Or even a meatloaf.
As she munched, she studied the house that sat in the small clearing below. It was a big, old ramshackle building that had seen recent renovations and was absolutely beautiful. What wasn’t so beautiful were the two Dobermans who roamed the confines of the main house’s fenced yard—a fact they’d found out the hard way when they’d first tried to get near the house. Both she and Ethan had barely gotten back over the fence in time when the ruckus the dogs raised had brought out the weapon-bearing homeowner.
But dogs certainly wouldn’t stop the mara, which meant they had to stop it before it got anywhere near the house and the dogs.
She moved her gaze on, studying the line of trees to her right. Ethan was in there somewhere, padding through shadows as restlessly as the dogs in the yard. He’d barely said two words all night, and she’d long ago decided she was going to have a long talk with her grandmother when they got back. Gwen didn’t usually interfere in her relationships, be they casual or not, so to do so now meant Ethan must have said or done something that had raised her protective hackles. And Kat had a feeling that any interference from her grandmother could prove deadly to any hopes she had of a relationship with him.
She frowned at the thought. He’d made it clear from the beginning he didn’t want any relationship beyond sex, so why did she
keep thinking of them in terms of something more permanent?
She didn’t know. All she knew was that she liked him. A lot. And while they were dynamite together sexually, it was more than that. There was an empathy between them—just beginning, but there nonetheless. She’d never felt anything like that before, and she had a feeling it could be a whole lot deeper, a whole lot stronger, if only he’d let it.
And that was the problem. He was never going to let it be anything more—because of the woman who’d stolen his heart long ago.
The chocolate lost its taste, and she shoved the half-finished candy bar back into her jacket pocket. Rising, she brushed the dirt from her jeans, then headed through the trees. Lightning flashed, closer than before, caressing the air with electricity. Underneath her jacket, the hairs along her arms rose on end, then the aroma of evil hit her so strongly that it snatched her breath and left her gasping.
She pulled a white ash stake from her jeans pocket and ducked behind the nearest tree. The wind was coming from the right, blowing the sounds of heavy footsteps toward her. Zombies. At least five of them, if those steps were anything to go by. She crouched down and studied the barely visible sweep of trees. Ethan was down there, moving away from the sounds. Obviously, the wind was snatching away the scent of death long before it reached his nose. She couldn’t call to him, couldn’t warn him, and in some respects, didn’t want to. If the mara knew he was here, she might go after him rather than the kid. And while they were here to save the child, she wasn’t about to risk Ethan’s life to do so. Because if Gran and she failed, he might be Janie’s only hope.