J. Tyler - Black Magic

Kalen Black knew he should stay inside tonightor rather, remain at the Alpha Packs top secret compound, the place he currently called home.

A malevolent force moved in the night, something ancient and evil. Its physical presence prickled over the Sorcerers skin like static electricity, raised the hair on the back of his neck. He couldnt identify what type of being it was, and didnt know what it was after.

Yet.

The presence wasnt human, he knew. But that didnt mean the entity wasnt here on behalf of Orson Chappell, CEO of NewLife Technology, the Packs number one enemy. The man was responsible for hideous experiments on humans and shifters in an attempt to merge their DNA and gene strands in hopes of creating a new breed of super-shifter.

Hell, Im a Sorcerer with the ability to shift into a rare panther. If Chappells somehow heard of me, the asshole mightve sent one of his lackeys to snatch my ass.

Or the approaching danger could be from his past, returned to exact due punishment for his mistakes. God knows hed made more than his share while scraping to survive. The memory of one awful transgression in particular made his blood run cold, and he prayed with all his soul that the threat prowling nearby had nothing to do with him directly. Yes, he should stay insideexcept that he didnt have it in him to hide when his sins may have placed his new friends in the line of fire.

He had no choice. Tonight, he would ignore the internal warning that had saved his ass so many times before. Because hed heard that a certain gentle doctor with dark, curly hair and a winsome smile had driven into town to meet with friends, and in doing so had unknowingly placed herself at risk. Sure, odds were shed be fine, but it wasnt a gamble he was willing to take.

Not where Mackenzie Grant was concerned.

Parking his butt on the bed in his assigned living quarters, Kalen pulled on his shitkickers, lacing them snugly. Straightening, he pushed up and strode into the living room, snatching his battered leather duster off one of the recliners. Rain or shine, he never went anywhere without it. Capping off the rest of his Goth appearance, the long coat sent just the right do not fuck with me message that any potential enemy would be wise to heed.

Most humans simply thought he was a freak, and all but the dumbest gave him a wide berth.

Those who werent human didnt need but a few minutes at most to figure out what they were dealing witha Sorcerer/Necromancer whose animal was a black panther, and whose power far exceeded the level most of them had seen in a man of twenty-three.

Kalen wasnt arrogant about his power, though, not even close. Hed been treated like a fuckin weirdo his entire life, even by his own parents. He almost wished he could give it up, could be normal, but his power was all he had on this earth, and he was forced to rely on it to survive.

Sort of a vicious cycle, when you thought about it.

Shrugging into the coat, he headed out the door and down the hallway, intent on finding his new boss, Nick Westfall. Alpha Packs leader, who was a wolf shifter and PreCog, seemed like a decent enough guyhed given Kalen a shot at joining the team, after alland Kalen hoped to borrow the keys to one of the SUVs. Lost in thought, he rounded the corner and almost barreled into Jaxon Law.

Oh, hey! Kalen stepped back, giving the tall, goateed brute an apologetic smile. Even hed think twice before messing with the big bastard, or any of the Pack, for that matter. Would be kinda tough to use his magic with his throat ripped out by a bunch of badass wolf shifters. Sorry about that, guess I was in too big a hurry.

No problem. Wheres the fire? One corner of Jaxs mouth lifted as though he knew the answer. Which the shifter shouldnt, being a RetroCogsomeone who could see events of the past by holding an object to get a reading.

He shrugged, faking nonchalance. Just going out for a while. Wanna go grab a beer in town?

The man thought about it briefly, then shook his head. Nah, Id better hang around. Thanks for asking, though.

Already got the mating blues?

You know it. I promised Kira wed have dinner and a movie in our quarters tonight, just the two of us. Women, you know?

Kalen didnt buy his put-upon sigh for a second. Yeah. Im sure its such a hardship, spending the evening alone with your hot little blonde. Anytime you want a break from that, Ill be glad to step in

Dream on, his friend growled, only half-joking. Id hate to disembowel the Packs newest member.

He grinned. Ah, well. You cant blame a guy for trying.

Sure I can.

Laughing, Kalen clapped a hand on Jaxs shoulder, completely surprising himself. It wasnt often he initiated any kind of a touch, and that said a lot about how much he was starting to trust these guys. Youve got it bad, big guy. Me, Im gonna go grab that beer.

Sorry, the shifter said sincerely. I get a little nuts over Kira.

Ya think? He winked. Forget it. If I had a woman, Id be the same way. Say, you wouldnt happen to have the keys to one of the SUVs on you? Its a long walk otherwise. Everyone knew he didnt own a vehicle of any kind. Hell, hed had nothing but his backpack the day the Pack had found him in one of the local cemeteries, raising a corpse while investigating a series of murders.

Oh, sure. Digging in his front jeans pocket, he brought out a ring and tossed it to Kalen. Where exactly are you going?

He caught and palmed the ring, considering his answer. In the end, he settled for a half-truth. The Grizzly. Mackenzies in town. I thought Id catch up with her, have a drink.

Jax stared at him a long moment, as though trying to detect any deception. Then his lips curved upward. Good luck if you hope to get a piece of that. Her daddy will eat your liver for dinner.

Whatever, man. He rolled his eyes, reaching for a calm he didnt feel.

Bring the Escalade back in one piece or its my ass.

You bet, and thanks. See ya.

Kalen took off before Jax could form more questions about why he was in such a hurry, and to do nothing more than have a beer with Mackenzie in Nowheresville, Wyoming, on the edge of the Shoshone National Forest, no less. Jax sensed something more was going on than what hed said, and Kalen didnt want to get everyone excited over what might turn out to be nothing.

As he jogged outside and headed for the ginormous hangar that housed all of their various methods of transportation, he wondered why he hadnt simply come clean about all his reasons for going in to town.

Because he didnt want the others to get wind of his infatuation with a woman who couldnt possibly want a tramp like him? Maybe.

Because after nearly half a lifetime of surviving alone, he didnt trust anyone else to come to his aid if there was trouble? Probably.

Because he didnt want any of his new friends deaths on his conscience if things went south? Definitely.

Oh, that doesnt bode well for succeeding on this team, does it? What would Nick say or do if he knew you were going off half-cocked with a bad feeling and no backup? Maybe he knows already.

Well, if Nick with his PreCog abilities did know, he hadnt tried to stop Kalen from leaving or suggest anyone else accompany him. That would have to be good enough to soothe his inner doubt. Besides, hed handled trouble alone since he was a kid. He wasnt used to relying on others, on trusting anyone to have his back. For a loner, learning to be part of a team wasnt easy

Damn, he wasnt used to worrying about other people or what they thought. And it sucked.

That didnt stop him from making tracks into town as fast as he dared. He didnt want to get pulled overhed had a run-in with the sheriff when he first arrived in the area and didnt care for a heartfelt reunion. The cops hadnt helped him long ago when hed needed them, and nothing had changed.