Tales Of The Sazi 05 - Moon's Fury Read Online Free PDF

the council gave you the go-ahead." The words were quiet, no more than a whisper, but there was slow death in the tone. He still couldn't see the man's face, since he couldn't even move his eyeballs, and there was no scent to guide him. Nothing at all, which meant his assailant was with Wolven, at a minimum.
    He found himself turning, although he wasn't the one in control. But the movements were so natural and delicate that no human, even if standing right next to his truck, would be able to tell that he wasn't moving of his own volition. Viv had all the liveliness of a store mannequin, which shouldn't be possible if the same person was holding them both. But she was absolutely still in the cab, except for the slow movement of her chest. The slight smile on her face was belied by the panic deep in her eyes. It was obvious she was trying to fight the hold, and was failing just as he had. But unlike him, she would wear herself out fighting, rather than conserving her strength in case she needed it later. While the voice hadn't brought any recognition, the man's face certainly did. Adam's eyes would have widened if they could have. It wasn't often an average Sazi came in contact with the council representative for all of the werewolves in the world. No surprise he could hold them both. Hell, Lucas Santiago could probably simultaneously hold the entire Minnesota pack and make them play hockey against one another. For decades he'd been the alpha male of one of the largest wolf packs in the world, in Boulder, Colorado. Gossip claimed he was second in power to nobody but the Chief Justice. Adam felt his body lean back against the truck and his arms cross over his chest in just the way he would do himself if chatting with a friend. With a nearly audible pop, he felt the magic loosen around his head and throat. Just his head, while the rest of his body was trapped as securely as if embedded in concrete.
    "Now then, Mr. Mueller. Would you care to explain yourself?" That same light, quiet tone was combined with mild curiosity on Santiago's permanently tanned face. He didn't appear angry, but then—
    who really knew what he thought?
    Adam had to cough more than once to get any moisture back to his mouth so he could speak. He lowered his voice to a hoarse whisper, knowing the other man could easily hear him, but keeping to neutral words in case any humans overheard. "My greetings to you and your family in Boulder, sir. I mean no disrespect, but I'm confused. I was instructed to come down here and recon the area for my family.”
    The man's brows raised and he pursed his lips in interest. "Really? Well, that certainly is worth discussing in more suitable surroundings." Meaning more private surroundings. "I'm staying at the La Vista Motel at the other edge of town, Room 118. I'll expect you and Ms. Carmichael to be checked in in half an hour. Room 117 is available.”
    "But we're already staying at the Super 8—”
    Santiago turned and walked away without removing the magic on either of them, nor responding to his statement. Instead, he turned his power up a notch until Adam's skin began to sting and burn like he was rolling on hot sand. He got the point. It wasn't until the elder man's rental car disappeared from the parking lot and another two minutes had passed that Adam could move again. After he finished paying for the gas and returned to the truck, Vivian was still rubbing her arms to ease the pain. He fought the urge to do the same thing.
    "Who was that?" she asked, once he was seated behind the wheel once more and had started the truck. "What did he want?”
    "Lucas Santiago, the council rep for the wolves. He's never visited our pack and damned if I know what he's doing in Texas. I only recognized him because Josef has a picture of the two of them in his office.”
    Vivian's voice was approaching panic. She never did deal well with confrontation when the threat was real. "We need to get out of town. Right now. Go somewhere he