Nick let him hang for a moment, then said, “I know. Tell me why you raised Henry Ward.”
“If you saw what I did, don’t you know why? You’re the Seer.”
“Humor me.”
“Fine. It wasn’t rocket science to connect the local buzz of an old man found bludgeoned to death with the body of a man found in the woods nearby. Like the cops, I thought there was a good chance Ward might’ve seen something, and I have a tool in my kit they don’t.”
“You can raise the dead and talk with them.”
“Yep.”
Quickly, he filled in Nick on what Ward had told him. The logo on the one man’s shirt proved to be a good lead, and their boss nodded in approval.
“That sounds like the logo used by NewLife Technology,” he said, and Jaxon stiffened in surprise.
“That’s Kira’s former employer.” Damn, she hadn’t been far from his mind all evening, and simply mentioning her name brought back all his physical discomfort with a vengeance.
Nick looked to Jax. “Who she alleges is possibly conducting some sort of DNA experimentation on human tissue, morphing it into a different strand altogether. Something animal.”
“And the photos and autopsy reports show slivers of flesh removed from the men while they were still alive.” Jaxon heaved a breath. “This is emerging into a terrible picture.”
Nick agreed. “The question is, if NewLife is behind this, what the hell are they trying to accomplish? And at the cost of human lives, no less.”
The Sorcerer spoke up. “This is fascinating, but am I free to go?”
Their boss pinned the kid with his blue gaze, and then gestured for Ryon to unbind him. “You can leave anytime you want. As a rule, I don’t interfere with free will, especially if the individual intends no harm.”
“Why do I hear a ‘but’ in there?” Black asked quietly, rubbing his wrists.
“Because your destiny is here,” Nick said in a low voice, expression grave. “You may go, but if you do, know that your life will follow a path it was never meant to take, and you’ll never find what you’re searching for. I can’t tell you more than that. The decision must be yours.”
It was more warning than Jaxon had ever heard Nick give anyone.
“Trust him, Black,” he advised the Sorcerer.
The kid studied each of them, those emerald eyes shining with something like hope that didn’t come easily. “Call me Kalen. It’s been years since I’ve had a pillow and a mattress. That’ll make sleeping on the decision a lot easier.”
“You do that. Sleep on it; take all the time you need. Tomorrow, or I should say later today, Jax and a couple of the other team members will show you around, explain what we do and how things work. We’ll get you checked out in the clinic, too. Get some food in you.”
“Thanks. I appreciate this.” Kalen didn’t say the words lightly. He was a man who had nothing and no one.
Until today, even if he didn’t realize it yet.
“Prove yourself a good soldier and that will be thanks enough.” Grinning, Nick reached out and flicked the pendant on Kalen’s chest. Gestured to the earrings both Kalen and Jax wore. “Might have to lose some of the bling, though. That goes for everyone.”
The kid didn’t look bothered. “I’m willing to negotiate. Some.”
Jax wasn’t really concerned, either. Nick had lost the argument over the decorative hardware before—or rather, gracefully conceded that they didn’t interfere with the job—though the boss didn’t like them.
Aric laughed and handed Kalen his backpack. “Come on, I’ll show you to a room.”
The red wolf led their newest recruit out, the others trailing them, talking and attempting to put the younger man more at ease. Jaxon hung back, concerned to see the smile melt from his boss’s face as the others left.
“Is the kid going to be okay?” he asked.
“Definitely not if he leaves, but even if he stays . . . I don’t know. His storm is still a good ways off, but it’s coming.”
“And when it arrives?” He was almost afraid to learn the answer, with good reason.
“Kalen will either find it in his soul to do the right thing, make the hard choice. Or he’ll destroy us all.”
Jaxon raked a hand through his short hair. “Who’s his greatest enemy, Nicky?”
“Himself,” his boss said grimly.
Ten
“Who’s that?”
Kira nudged Mac and both women watched with great interest as a young man entered the dining room, pausing uncertainly to study his surroundings.
“He must be the new prospective team member Nick was telling us about,” Mac whispered. “Kalen Black, Sorcerer.”
Dr. Mallory was chomping at the bit for them all to get started on their study of the four dead men. This morning after breakfast, Nick had filled them in on everything the sheriff and Alpha Pack had discovered. Including the short-lived battle in the cemetery with this guy. Not only was he a Sorcerer, but a Necromancer and a black panther.
“He sure looks like a Sorcerer.”
“I’ll say.”
Kira couldn’t help but notice that Mac’s voice had grown a little husky, and how her pupils dilated as she studied the man. She couldn’t blame her friend. The guy was seriously hot, messy black hair falling around a face that belonged on a model and a tall, lean, sexy body dressed in black jeans and a T-shirt. The only adornments were the silver pendant around his neck and the studs in his ears.
Glittering kohl-lined green eyes surveyed the area warily, and then he strode inside, choosing a place at the end of a nearby table. He sat by himself, back to the wall, where he had a view of the whole room and who might enter it. Kira wondered if he’d positioned himself this way on purpose and thought it likely, given his body language.
His gaze found them and he nodded in acknowledgment before turning his attention to the steaming dishes the kitchen staff had placed on the tables for lunch. Politely, he took a plate and eating utensils from the stack. Then he served himself a hearty portion of shepherd’s pie and took two rolls. Gripping his fork, he stared at the meal like he’d never seen food in his life and then slowly began to eat. One bite, then another. Faster and faster until he’d wolfed down the entire serving and consumed both rolls in less than five minutes.
He filled the plate again and started over.
Kira and Mac exchanged glances and she knew they were thinking the same thing—Kalen was literally starving. They made small talk and tried not to stare as he dished a third helping, but it was almost impossible. Finally Mac couldn’t stand it anymore and rose, walking over to greet him.
“Hello,” she said, her tone friendly, offering her hand. “I’m Dr. Mackenzie Grant. I work at the Institute of Parapsychology, which is housed here on the compound.”
He stared at the hand, swallowed a mouthful of food, and then shook with her. “Kalen Black, Sorcerer at large. I work everywhere, and nowhere,” he said with a wry grin.
Her eyes lit with good humor. “I heard a little about that. Are you going to join Alpha Pack?”
Kalen didn’t take those striking green eyes off Mac as she brushed her dark curls over one shoulder in an unconscious feminine gesture. “I haven’t decided. The guys are going to show me around later. We’re getting a late start today since we didn’t go to bed until almost three this morning.”
So that explained why Jaxon and the guys hadn’t shown at breakfast, or anywhere today for that matter. Nick had been the only one present.
“Well, I for one hope you choose to stay. You won’t find a better team to work with than our guys, and there’s never a dull moment around here,” she said with enthusiasm.
“I can see that,” he drawled, sitting back lazily in his seat to stare at her.
Mac flushed, but brushed past the blatant male appreciation in his gaze. “I think you’ll fit right in. In the meantime, come down to the clinic when you get a chance. You’ll need a physical and I’d love to give you one.” Instantly, she realized how that sounded and sputtered a bit, especially when he laughed. His genuine, broad smile made him exponentially sexier. “I mean, someone will check you out. Make sure you’re healthy.”