Moon Sworn (Riley Jenson Guardian 9)

"Marcus Landsbury was human, and he was killed by someone wearing a devil mask. That isn't Directorate territory."

"It is when the person wearing the mask isn't human."

The last hint of friendliness dropped from his gaze. "What makes you say that? There was no scent other than Landsbury's at the crime scene."

"And you didn't find that odd? You're a wolf. You should have been able to smell the killer given how fresh the kill was."

He didn't say anything to that, so I continued. "Besides, Landsbury said his killer was small but he moved him easily. That in itself signals nonhuman involvement, because most humans simply couldn't have lifted a man his size with any sort of ease."

"But neither of those is the reason you think there's nonhuman involvement, is it?"

"No." I hesitated. "I really do have no idea where half this stuff is coming from, but I didn't kill Landsbury."

"If I was accusing you of anything, we'd be down at the police station, not sitting here drinking coffee."

Which didn't mean he thought I was innocent. "Look, I keep getting this feeling that I was involved in investigating a similar case. Whether that was as someone who has a talent for talking to souls, or in a more official capacity, I can't say."

"If this other crime exists, then there'd at least be a record of it somewhere in the system - "

"Not if it's a Directorate case."

"True. But if it was a Directorate case, my sending in an official query about a possible copycat would have prompted a response. So far, it hasn't."

"The query would be red-flagged. How fast they get back to you depends on what other cases they have ongoing." I hesitated. "It also might depend on which Directorate office picks it up."

"It'll go direct to Perth. That's our closest main office."

"Meaning if an Australia-wide alert hasn't yet gone out, then it'll be classed as low priority. You may not hear anything back for a few days."

Curiosity stirred through his expression. "You seem to know a lot about the Directorate for someone who works as a pack border guard."

"That's the thing," I said, crossing my arms and leaning against the countertop. "I really don't think I'm a border guard."

"Meaning your brother is lying?"

"No." I blew out a breath. "Maybe. I don't know."

"If Evin is lying, that means your pack leader is, also. And that's one pretty big fabrication." His gaze slid down my body then rose to meet mine again. I had absolutely no idea what was going on behind those blue eyes. "I'd have to ask, why would they bother?"

His words stung, though I don't think he meant them to. "That's what I need to find out. If this is all part of a fabrication, then why me, and why here?"

"Well, Dunedan is the middle of nowhere. If you wanted to get someone away from everything and everyone, then this is a pretty good start."

I took another sip of coffee and briefly wondered if they sold other brands in the local store. This one, whatever it was, sucked. Although Harris didn't seem to mind it.

"Dunedan is also wolf owned. For some reason, that strikes me as odd. If my memory loss is due to the machinations of others rather than an accident, then why not erase the memory of being a wolf?"

"Because you may erase the memory, but you can never erase the fact. A wolf - regardless of whether they remember what they are or not - will be affected on the onset of the full moon and will still change shape on the actual night."

"True." I took another drink, then winced and shoved the disgusting stuff from me. It was making my headache worse, not better. "But what if the whole object of the fabrication was to destroy and terrify? What if it was an act of vengeance designed solely for that purpose?"

"Then I'd have to say, that person has some pretty powerful enemies." He studied me intently. "Do you have enemies that powerful?"

I snorted softly. "Are you really expecting an answer to that given the state of my memory?"

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I guess not."

"Good." My own smile faded. "It makes the whole situation even more frustrating, though. And there's no guarantee I'll ever remember everything."