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"Your system was already compromised from birth. Plus, given the circumstances
you were already battling, it's no wonder that introducing new infection into
your bloodstream completely impacted your immune system." Sasha's body hit the
wall with a weary thud as she ruffled her hair up off her neck again. Then she
looked at his grandfather and spoke to Silver Hawk as though he wasn't in the
room. "But Hunter was struggling with this since last night. That's what
worries me. He'd been going through symptomatic spikes before he got
sucker-punched."
He hated being clinically spoken of in the third person and he growled his
displeasure. Both Sasha and Silver Hawk jerked their attention toward him.
"I'm sorry, but it's true. Your grandfather needs to know the full scope of
what we're dealing with here. If silver Hawk hadn't shot you with antitoxin,
who knows what would have happened."
"The flux will pass," Hunter muttered in a surly tone. "It has before, will
this time "
"No," Silver Hawk said very carefully. "This time even the demons are not
themselves."
Both Sasha and Hunter stared at the elderly warrior.
"I felt the demon-infected Werewolves on the move, their presence. I knew one
was hunting in our territories. I saw what it did to the grizzly and the other
bears; their kills were very strange. Then I came upon a carcass of one of
their own that had not just been destroyed in battle, but the carcass was
eaten. No living scavenger would dare approach the half-human, half-wolf form,
not even one that had been left dead for days in the snow."
Silver Hawk looked away, but his voice remained steady and his chin tipped up
a little higher with ancient dignity. "I did not know if this predator had
become you, because I could feel you struggling with an inner beast. I could
only pray to the Great Spirit that your Shadow Wolf would prevail." He looked
at Hunter with intensely sad eyes that leaked compassion. 'Tonight your Shadow
won. But there are many more moons to come. Then there is also the UCE
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Conference. That is my deepest concern."
"After all these years, what set it off, Pop?" Frustration scored Hunter's
mind, causing him to punch the wall as he began to pace. "All right, I admit
it I was starting to come unglued before more toxin got into my blood-stream,
but I don't want to believe that. .." He looked away from Sasha and spoke to
the window. "Something significant had to set it off."
"I agree," Silver Hawk said after a long pause, both men now speaking in a
diplomatic dance around the sub-ject of Sasha's heat.
"Okay can we just stop talking in riddles, gentle-men?" Sasha walked forward
and folded her arms over her chest. "First of all, yeah, all right, night one
was pretty in-tense. However, I'm not buying that Hunter's entire physi-ology
just blew a gasket over me. Would be highly flattering, but highly unlikely.
And trust me, after all this, I am so not in the frame of mind for that, you
have no idea. I know Hunter has to feel the same way, with pack broth-ers
missing, attacks at random, and the physical trauma he just experienced ... so
what's spiking the old virus in his system?"
Humiliation wound another layer of tension around his spine when his
grandfather looked away, trying to swallow a half-smile. Sasha had no concept
how much fo-cus and control it required to be in the same room with her, even
now.
"Sasha's got a point, Pop," Hunter finally conceded. "It felt like something
just hit me out of nowhere."
"When I tracked you to here," Silver Hawk said, his ex-pression growing
serious, "I thought there was only one beast. You. Then I found evidence of
more than one... which gave me the hope that I had not arrived too late. I had
wanted my own answers, therefore I did not go to the calling of the packs. But
I did follow the trail they were supposed to take after I collected more
medicine from my friend. It seems as though the beasts are also following the
packs that are left in the region. That is what I do not understand. Infected
Werewolves have traditionally tried to hunt as far away from our packs as
possible. Only once in my lifetime did they double back in retribution."
Silver Hawk looked out the window. 'That was how your mother was lost, but
since then, our retaliation had been so thorough that they'd been practically
made ex-tinct in North America. Now they have cast a shadow on the
northern-most Shadow Wolves."
Sasha stared at Hunter for a moment and then turned her gaze on Silver Hawk.
"You saw how Hunter acted once in-fected Werewolf toxin entered his system. He
already had the strain in him, so maybe a dirty blood hit so close to healing
from a previous battle just made what was latent in him go full blown. Maybe
his system just couldn't tolerate another infection so close to the last one
he'd thrown off?'
She began to pace, scratching her head, and watching her was beginning to
produce vertigo. Instant recall of her glistening, café au lait skin coming
out of the bath she'd taken outside the pack house shoved its way to the
fore-front of Hunter's brain. Even though he tried his best to ignore the
visual stimulation as he watched her lithe form move beneath layers of fabric,
that was next to impossible. She was in heat. She was his mate. Regardless of
her claims that they weren't that serious yet, or the trauma she'd spoken of,
some things were basic and embedded in millennia of evolution. The scent she
trailed superseded anything else in the room and awakened his libido with a
ferocious yawn.
"That had to be it. I was with him after we fought in the Uncompahgre ... he
was fine for a month," she said, her gaze distant. She sent her line of vision
beyond them as though seeking the moon for relief. "I wanna get him to Doc for
some off-the-record lab analysis."
His grandfather nodded as the room fell silent. Hunter folded his arms over
his chest, needing to think long and hard about submitting to lab tests.
Sasha's eyes held a silent plea that was hard to ignore and it was his turn to
al-low his gaze to seek the dark horizon.
It wasn't that he disagreed with her approach or had a problem with the pack's
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long-time, secret family friend; it had more to do with his very real
apprehension about what Doc Holland might ultimately find. Words were not
sufficient, even though he knew she was waiting for some verbal response that
he couldn't freely give.
Silence echoed in the kitchen while the faucet dripped and refrigerator motors
quietly hummed. He wished he could draw her into his arms right now and
express how much he loved the way her razor-sharp mind aggressively attacked
the problem. More than that, show her just how much he loved her... and how
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