Rachel Vincent - Pride

Praise for the novels of New York Times bestselling author
R ACHEL V INCENT

Compelling and edgy, dark and evocative, Stray is a must read! I loved it from beginning to end.

New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter

I liked the character and loved the action. I look forward to reading the next book in the series.

New York Times bestselling author Charlaine Harris

Her first-person perspective, dialogue, descriptions, and even her sound effects are phenomenal (I heard the noises, I swear it!). I think Vincent has a hit on her hands.

Romance Reader at Heart

The second installment of Vincents urban fantasy series (after Stray ) features a well-thought-out vision of werecat social structure as well as a heroine who insists on carving her own path, even if it means breaking some of her societys most sacred taboos.

Library Journal on Rogue

Vincents smart, sexy sequel to Stray continues in the same vein, but this story has more emotional resonance. Faythes as sassy as ever, and her first-person observations add greatly to the readers experience.

Romantic Times BOOKreviews on Rogue

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R ACHEL V INCENT

STRAY

ROGUE

R ACHEL V INCENT

PRIDE

To my critique partner, Rinda Elliott,
whose advice and opinions I could not make do
without. Your generosity knows no bounds,
and your talent is without end. Your times
coming, and I cant wait!

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thanks first of all to #1, who keeps me up and running. I wouldnt be here without you.

Thanks to Jocelynn Drake, Vicki Pettersson and Kim Harrison for being there with me for both the cheers and the tears.

Thanks to Elizabeth Mazer, for all her work behind the scenes, and for holding the whole thing together. To D. P. Lyle, MD, whose medical expertise kept my corpses realistic. Any medical mistakes in this book are mine, not his.

Thanks to my agent, Miriam Kriss, for support and encouragement that goes way beyond her job description. You give me confidence, without which it would be so much harder to face that blank screen.

And a huge thank-you to my editor, Mary-Theresa Hussey, for showing me the path and letting me wander from it as necessary. Your guidance has been invaluable. You make me shine.

Contents

One

M iss Sanders, tell us why you killed your boyfriend.

Fresh irritation swelled in my chest like heartburn, bringing with it the first twinges of a migraine behind my right eye. I turned away from the fall-color panorama visible through windows spanning the south wall of the dining room to stare down the long mahogany table at a much less pleasant sight: Calvin Malone, Alpha of the Appalachian territory. As I watched, the left corner of his mouth began to twitch above his thin, trim beard, a sure sign that he was having fun. The pompous bastard loved pushing my buttons. Hed just found the one labeled Use with Caution, then poked it anyway.

Ex -boyfriend. I spoke through gritted teeth, my hands clenched on my black cotton slacks. And it was self-defense. Which youd know if youd listened the last time I answered that exact same question .

Michael cleared his throat from the chair on my right. Dark brows rose over the rim of his glasses, urging me to be good. Since he was acting as my adviser, the werecat version of a defense attorney, rather than as my oldest brother, I took his advice without argument. Possibly for the first time ever.

Sighing, I forced my attention back to the tribunalthree Alphas chosen by the highly regarded short straw method to sit in judgment of me. Officially, the hearing was to determine my guilt or innocence on two capital charges. However, the grudge Malone held against me was old long before each of my crimes took place. Allegedly .

But that wasnt right, either. Unlike the human justice system, in the werecat world, the accused was considered guilty until proven innocent. And the burden of proof was on the defendantme.

I was charged with infecting Andrew Wallace, my human ex-boyfriend, which Id already confessed to doing accidently . I also stood accused of murdering him to cover up my crime, which Id vehemently denied. Id killed Andrew in self-defense, and while I felt guiltier about that than any of my judges could possibly understand, Id had no choice. It was either kill or be killed, and my stubborn sense of self-preservation insisted on the former.

If the tribunal found me guilty, in addition to a lengthy stay in the cage, Id be facing some kind of corporal punishment. Possibly the loss of my claws, which was motivation enough to keep me on my best behavior.

But you do admit to biting him? Malone prompted, his mouth twitching again as he tapped a thin stack of papers lying on the table in front of him.

Yes, I said through clenched jaws, gripping the lacquered arms of my chair to anchor myself to the seat. I did bite him, but the infection was an accident. I didnt know my teeth had Shifted.

So you still claim to have experienced this Malone paused, glancing at his notes for effect. Partial Shift?

His patronizing smile made my stomach churn, but in light of the circumstances, I was trying very, very hard to be good. Yes.

Malone huffed in disbelief, glancing around the room to make sure everyone else shared his skepticism. On his right, Paul Blackwell placed one wrinkled hand on the table. He scowled, scraggly gray eyebrows drawing low over small, dark eyes. Why is it, then, that you cant show us this partial Shift?

Because Im not quite ready to give in to murderous rage . Fortunately I was getting pretty good at not saying the first thing that popped into my head. Mostly. I cant do it on command. Not yet anyway. I have to be in a certain moodexcited, in one sense or anotherto make it happen.

Well, isnt that convenient? Malone said with a conspiratorial glance at Blackwell.

Quite the opposite, actually, I snapped, and Michael kicked my shin under the table.

Malones fist clenched around his notes and his mouth opened. But before he could speak, the Alpha on his left cleared his throat conspicuously, drawing all eyes his way.

Calvin, I assume you have a legitimate question for Faythe? By some miracle, my uncle Rick Wademy cousin Abbys fatherhad been selected for the tribunal, and in my fathers honor, hed made his allegiance to my family well-known. If not for him, Id have already been convicted and sentenced.

Of course. Malone shot an annoyed glance at my uncle, then adopted a professional pose. But when he faced me, I saw that same gleam of animosity in his eyes. So you were in an excited state when you bit Mr. Wallace?

A mischievous grin lurked behind my solemn courtroom face, and it took all my self-control to stifle it. As well as a hard, self-inflicted pinch on my arm, through the white blouse my father had chosen to make me look innocent. And to cover the new belly-button ring he didnt think projected the right image during my hearing.

You might say that. We were at school, on our lunch break. Neither of us had a class for a couple of hours, so we wound up at his apartment.

In bed? Paul Blackwell leaned forward from Malones right side, gripping the curve of his cane hard enough to make his withered fingers creak.

Blackwell was the senior member of the tribunal, as well as the Territorial Council, and had been clinging tenaciously to his position as Alpha of the southwest territory for years, in spite of urgings from his family and several other Alphas to turn the reins over to his son-in-law. He was mulish, out-spoken, and hopelessly old-fashioned, stubbornly adhering to outdated ideas about premarital sex and a womans place in the world. In fact, he seemed as scandalized by my indecent relationship with Andrew as by the thought that Id infected and murdered him.