J. Tyler - Cole’s Redemption

The white wolf scented the air, searching for her prey.

The commander hadnt ventured into the forest lately, but that would change. Sooner or later, the traitorous bastard would come out of his stronghold, venture beyond the protection of brick and mortar, past the magical boundary erected by the Sorcerer.

Hed put aside the shadows on his soul, even if temporarily. Hed forget that his ability as a Seer was severely hampered when it came to his own impending death. Longing for solitude, to feel the wind in his face, his toes digging into the soft earth, hed let his wolf loose. Go for a run.

And if all went as planned, he would never return.

Settling in, she watched. Waited. She burned to see the expression on his face when he realized his past had finally come to call. That, in a great twist of irony, he had sired his own executioner, and his sins would be paid for with his blood. It was all that mattered, all she lived for.

Soon, her father would die.

The vampire problem is becoming increasingly unstable, Nick Westfall said, face grim as he studied each member of his Alpha Pack team of shifters. If we dont get a handle on the rogues, theyre going to end up exposing the entire paranormal world to the human race.

Resting his elbows on the conference rooms table, Zander Cole struggled to understand his commanders briefing. It wasnt as if he was completely deaf anymore. When he was a kid, he and his friends would while away the summer at the local swimming pool. Sometimes theyd entertain themselves by yelling to one another underwater and trying to decipher the messages, to little success and a great deal of laughter. His current predicament was like thatwithout the amusement.

But over the past few months, hed gotten better at reading lips. As long as he was looking directly at the speaker and concentrating hard, he could catch most of what was said.

It was a vast improvement over the total deafness hed been left with after the Packs Sorcerer had created an explosion of lightning that had literally rocked the earth. Progress, yesbut a long way from being healed.

Because his brain injury had left him to contend with so much more than just his hearing being shot to hell.

Despair swelled in his chest, and he fought it down yet again. The blinding headaches were as bad as theyd been in the beginning. Maybe worse. Every day, the feelings of helplessness, uselessness, got harder to take. He feared he was no longer an asset to his team, but a burden. A waste of space.

Sort of hard to swallow, considering Zan was the Packs Healer. His Psy gift allowed him to heal everyone except himself, and even that was in jeopardy of failing him altogether.

For years, his Pack brothers and their mission of battling the worlds most dangerous paranormal predators had been his whole life, and now his future wasnt looking too bright. His days on the team appeared to be numbered, and rejoining the normal human world wasnt an option.

Where that left him was a very, very frightening place in his head.

Shaking himself from his misery, he forced himself to focus again on what Nick was telling them.

. . . capture one of them alive if we can. Find out why theres so goddamned many of them lately. Pausing, he consulted some notes in his hand. Our latest report cites a rogue problem on a ranch in Texas.

Texas? Zan mused out loud. He glanced around and saw the same curiosity reflected in his brothers faces before returning his attention to Nick.

Not their usual stomping ground, for sure. They normally keep to big cities, where its easier to blend in and feed and where one more dead homeless person will hardly be noted. But for whatever reason, it seems we have a group targeting a ranch in East Texas. The owners were shocked last week when a couple of hands found two cows with their throats slashed and only a minimal amount of blood around their bodies when the ground shouldve been soaked.

There was a murmur around the room as Nick went on. We know vampires will drink from large animals if theyre desperate for food. Whats unusual is that the animals were killed during the daytime.

A loud exclamation came from Zans right, and he needed no clarification to interpret it as a curse. Glancing over, he saw Aric Savage lean forward in his chair and rest his elbows on the conference table. The redhead looked pissed as he pushed his long hair from his face.

The bastards are walking during the day now? How the hell are they managing that?

Nick shook his head. No idea, which is another reason we need one of them alive.

I doubt this reached your desk because of a couple of dead cows, Zan said, working to enunciate clearly. He hated how his voice must sound to everyone, strange and flat, and tried hard to ignore the gazes that swung in his direction. There must be more.

Youre right. It wasnt the cows that got our friends in Washington movingit was the dead cowboy who was found this morning, throat slashed and body drained. He went out early to check the cattle, and his horse came back alone. Our contacts were already aware of the slaughtered cattle, so when this news came over the wire, Grant called me while the government sent in a couple of suits to keep local law enforcement at bay.

General Jarrod Grant was an old friend of Nicks and one of the only allies in Washington whom the Pack trusted. If Grant was involved, the rogue situation was serious.

Zan snorted. I bet that went over well. When do we leave?

Nick paused, giving Zan a searching look, and a lead ball formed in his gut. For one excruciating moment, he feared the commander would order him to remain behind at the compound, despite their previous talks. Even Packmate Micah Chase, with his nightmares and heavy meds, was now allowed to join their missions. If Zan had to stay behind, confirming his status as useless to everyone, hed crawl under a rock and die.

Then the man nodded at him slightly and said, Thirty minutes. Well take a couple of the Hueys.

Zan fought to hide his relief. Nick had placed his trust in him, and Zan couldnt let him or the team down. As the team stood and began to file from the room to make ready for the flight, he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see his best friend, Jaxon Law, gazing at him with a slight smile on his face, not an ounce of sympathy evident. Thank God. Jax of all people knew that pity was the one thing Zan wouldnt be able to handle.

You ready? Jax asked.

Yeah. As Ill ever be.

Youll do fine.

Im not worried about doing my job, he snapped, then immediately felt bad about it. Especially since that statement was a big lie. And because Jax was simply standing there wearing an expression of patient understanding instead of giving in to the fight Zan suddenly craved.

As though reading his mind, Jax smiled and said, Good. Save that aggression for the enemy and well both be proven right. Come on.

He felt like an ass. His team had been nothing but supportive in the aftermath of his injury and throughout his recovery. They knew how tough these past few weeks had been for him, and nobody gave him a hard time. They didnt dare, considering that if they were truly doing their jobs, every single one of them would end up out of commission sooner or later. The difference was that being shifters, their injuries typically healed within days.