Nalini Singh - Branded by Fire (Psy-Changelings, Book 6)

Branded by Fire

By Nalini Singh

Berkley Sensation mass-market edition / July 2009

Copyright 2009 by Nalini Singh.

eISBN : 978-1-101-07996-6

To my own personal brain trustyou know who you are. :)

CHANGE

Change can kill.

Devastate.

Destroy.

But it can also save. The Psy know this better than any other race on the planet. With the imposition of Silence, the protocol that wiped their emotions even as it saved their minds, this race of telepaths and telekinetics, foreseers and healers, a race both gifted and cursed, clawed its way back from the edge of the abyss.

As they stood looking down into the horror they had escaped, they shivered and turned away.

Years passed. And when the Psy Council declared that their once catastrophic rate of insanity had lowered to negligible levels, that there was no longer any violence in the PsyNet, they knew theyd made the right decision. The only decision.

Love. Happiness. Joy. What did any of that matter when the flip side was murderous rage, blood-soaked anarchy? The Psy preferred to leave such things to the animal racesand while the humans and changelings buried themselves in the viciousness of emotion, the Psy evolved into the most powerful beings on the planet.

Cold. Pitiless. Silent.

But now, in the year 2080, more than a hundred years after the miracle of Silence, the animal races are beginning to rise. And change is pulling the Psy back into the abyss. Into emotion and chaos... and nightmare.

CHAPTER 1

Mercy kicked a dry branch out of her way and glared. Stupid stick. Of course, it wasnt the defenseless stick she was mad atit just had the bad luck to be in her path as, shoulders hunched, she made her escape from the Pack Circle and the continuing revelry of Dorians mating ceremony.

It was sickening how much her best friend was in love with his mate. In fact, all the other sentinels were starting to make her gag. Clay making goo-goo eyes at Tally, and dont get me started on Luc and Sascha.

Then there were the worst offenders of allNate and Tamsyn. How dare they still be so crazy for each other after all these years! Should be against the law, she snarled. She wasnt even going to think about Vaughn and Faith.

She decided to go for a run instead.

An hour later, and deep enough in the packs heavily for ested territory that she couldnt hear anything beyond the cautious whispers of nocturnal creatures moving about in the dark, she sat down on the smooth trunk of a fallen tree and blew out her breath. The truth was, she wasnt mad at any of the sentinels or their mates. Damn, she was so crazy-happy for them it hurt. But she was jealous, too. Everyone was paired up now. Except her.

There, she muttered. I admitted it. Im a big ol jealous baby.

Being a dominant female wasnt a bad thing in changeling society. Female alphas were as common as male ones. But being a dominant female in a leopard pack where none of the dominant males pushed her buttons, that was bad. And being a dominant female in a state controlled by leopards and wolveswhere only the wrong one pushed her buttonsthat was extra cherry-on-top bad.

Not that she was limited to their territoryDorian had been nudging at her to go out of state, see if she couldnt find someone in one of the other packs, but she couldnt bring herself to leave DarkRiver, not when things were so dicey. Sure, life had calmed down a little since the failed kidnapping attempt on Dorians mate, Ashaya, but it was an edgy sort of calm. Everyone was waiting for the next ripple in the pondwhether it would come from the suspiciously quiet Psy Council or the newly violent Human Alliance was anyones guess.

That it would, was certain.

As a DarkRiver sentinel, she shouldve been considering their defense strategy, working out possible scenarios. Instead, she was going so insane with need she couldnt think of anything but the fever in her body, the hunger in her throat, the clawing want in every cell, every breath. Intimate touch was as necessary to her predators soul as the forest she called home, but things might not have been so bad if she hadnt also been trying to cope with the impact of a conversation shed had with the pack healer, Tamsyn, a few days earlier.

Mercy was the one whod said it. Theres a strong possibility Ill remain unmated.

You dont know that, Tammy had begun, frown lines on her brow. You could mee

Its not that. I might not be able to be with anyone. You know that happens.

Tammy had bent her head in a reluctant nod. The chances are higher with dominant females than males. Its an inability to give in... to surrender. Even to your mate.

And that was the hell of it, Mercy thought. She might want a mate with everything in her, but if he appeared, and he was the strong, take-no-shit partner she knew she needed, she might refuse to acknowledge him on the level necessary for a true mating bond. Oh, the mating urge would probably overpower her into taking him for a lover, perhaps more... but if the leopard in her didnt truly accept his right to her, then she might go roaming for months at a time, coming back to him only when she could no longer fight the need.

It was a special kind of torture reserved for those female leopards who got strangled up at the mere idea of giving a male any kind of control over them. And put it any way you would, unless her mate turned out to be a weak submissiveand shed never be attracted to someone like that, so that was a no-brainerhe was going to try to dominate her.

I dont need a mate, she muttered, staring up at the bright circle of the early autumn moon. But cant you send me a nice, sexy, strong male to dance with? Pretty please? She hadnt had a lover for close to eight months now, and it was starting to hurt on every level. He doesnt even have to be smart, just good between the sheets. Good enough to unsnap the tension in her body, allow her to function again.

Because sex wasnt simply about pleasure for a cat like herit was about affection, about trust, about everything good. Though right this second, Id take plain old hot sex.

That was when Riley walked out of the shadows. Got an itch, kitty?

Snapping to her feet, she narrowed her eyes, knowing he had to have deliberately stayed downwind in order to sneak up on her. Spying?

When youre talking loud enough to wake the dead?

She swore she could feel steam coming out her ears. Everyone thought Riley was quiet, practical, grounded. Only she knew he had a mean streak that delighted in annoying her as much as possible. What do you want? It was a growl from the heart of the leopard and woman both.

I was invited to Dorians mating ceremony. A slow smile that taunted her to retaliate. Pretty hard to miss you burning up the place. And Im not talking about your hair. His eyes lingered on the long red strands stroking over her breasts.

Mercy didnt get embarrassed easily, but her cheeks flamed now. Because if Riley knew she was in heatlike a freaking wild cat!then so did the rest of her own pack. So what, you followed me hoping Id lower my standards and sleep with a wolf ? She intentionally made wolf sound about as appetizing as reptile.

Rileys jaw tightened under a shadow of stubble a shade darker than the deep chestnut of his hair. You want to claw at me, kitty-cat? Come on.

Her hands clenched. She really wasnt this much of a bitch. But goddamn Riley had a way of lighting her fuse. Sorry, I dont beat defenseless puppies.

He laughed. He actually laughed. She hissed at him. Whats so funny?