Way of the Wolf: Shifter Legacies 1 (12 page)

So the club.

It was slap bang in the centre of the waterfront district quaintly called Monster City by locals. It was both an excellent and a terrible location depending on your point of view. For the owners, who were themselves monsters, it was very lucrative and an excellent place to do business. For the non-humans who were too poor to move out, it was the centre for shifter revelry and therefore a bad place to live close to. Very few humans dared to enter. Those that did were special in some other way. Maybe they had been invited by a shifter, or perhaps married to one though that was rare. Or maybe they had come looking for a thrill. If the latter, all they would likely find was a great deal of fear and pain.

He wasn’t here for entertainment, no matter how thrilling it might be. He was looking for Ronnie, hoping she could help him learn about himself and those like him. He needed her. She knew who Georgie was and where she was likely to be found. He wanted to know that most of all.

Upon entering, he found a subtly lit club full of people enjoying themselves. He watched with eyes wide in amazement. Stepping into the club was like stepping back in time. Lost Souls was a club trying to remember days gone by—no, not trying. It had brought them fully into the here and now.

He stood just inside the main area near the doors trying to sort out all the scents. Unnoticed by him, the two very large gentlemen across the way had picked him out from the crowd as somebody to watch. Their senses were highly attuned to the smell of trouble, and to them he positively reeked of it. The air almost seemed to hum with power. David stood utterly still as it washed over him making short hairs stir on his neck. He had never felt anything like it.

“You gonna stand there all day?”

David murmured an apology and stepped out of the doorway. The stranger mumbled something and pushed on by. David stepped up to the chrome railing to clear the door and watch the main floor below. To right and left of him were stairs curving down to the main area below. The pushy stranger was half way down. He watched him move among the tables and find his seat. He was meeting friends.

David sighed. He remembered friends. They were good to have and he missed them, but they had proven a thing to him these past weeks that he couldn’t forget... or forgive. They had proven that friendship was not strong enough to cross the gulf between what they were and what he had become.

He forced his thoughts away from the hurt and back onto what he was here to achieve. Lost Souls was a nightclub, but it couldn’t be more unlike his expectations if it tried. The round tables were covered in glaring white tablecloths, and upon each there was a small lamp. Most of the tables were occupied by men and women wearing their finery and enjoying their wine. A large area had been set aside as a dance floor, and there were a good number of people swaying slowly to the music supplied by a live orchestra. Upon the stage, a woman in a long sequined gown stood before an antique microphone and sang her heart out.

The bar was popular, and he decided it was a good place to start his quest. Maybe someone would recognise Ronnie’s description. He made his way down to the bar where two women were serving drinks. There was plenty of demand; shifters were heavy drinkers. He waited his turn to order, which seemed to surprise the other patrons, but some of them looked a little rough and he saw no reason to antagonise them by jumping the line.

His turn finally came. “Scotch.” he said and the woman began fixing his drink. “Listen, I’m trying to find a friend of mine.”

“Oh?” the woman said handing him a glass.

It was full to the brim. He carefully raised the glass and drank the first inch rather than spill it. It seemed that shifter clubs used bigger measures. He hadn’t asked for a triple, but that’s what she had given him.

“Her name’s Ronnie. I really need to—”

“I don’t know her,” she said hastily.

He knew she was lying—he just knew, and by the frightened look she gave him, she knew it too. “I just need to talk to her. Just talk, that’s all.”

“I can’t help you. Please don’t hurt me. I can’t tell you!”

He gaped in astonishment. “I’m not going to—hey!” he called after the terrified woman as she dodged by her co-worker and out of sight.

“What did you say to her you bastard?”

“I didn’t say anything! I don’t know what’s the matter with her. I only asked her to help me find a friend.”

“What friend?” she asked suspiciously.

“Her name’s Ronnie...”

The woman paled and backed away.

“What’s wrong with you people?”

“Get out of here,” the frightened woman said. “Hurting me won’t get you what you want. I don’t know where she is. Tell Georgie she can lick my tail before I’ll help her.”

“But I don’t understand!” he said as the second bar tender disappeared.

It was then that he noticed he was in trouble. The seemingly innocent patrons waiting their turn at the bar were watching him with angry faces. Golden eyes and snarling lips surrounded him suddenly, and he had no idea why.

“I need to find a woman. Her name’s Ronnie.”

“Get out. You’re not wanted here!”

He turned to the speaker. “But you don’t understand. I need to find her.”

“I understand enough. You’re not welcome here. Tell Georgie we won’t give her up.”

“But—” something slammed into his head and sent him into oblivion.

He awoke in darkness, disorientated and bound tightly hand and foot. He couldn’t feel his fingers.

“Hello?” he said into the dark.

“Hello yourself,” a woman’s voice said.

“Ronnie? It is Ronnie isn’t it?”

“You know me?”

“We met briefly.”

“It must have been. I don’t recognise your scent.”

He would have been excited if not for the bonds. He knew his senses were more acute, but he hadn’t realised that he should recognise people using his nose. It made sense though. Wolves and other animals had a heightened sense of smell. He was learning already.

“Can you untie me?”

“No,” another voice said, a man this time, and Ronnie didn’t object.

“Some light then?”

For an answer, Ronnie turned one on and David was able to look around a little more. He was bound with chains and lying upon the floor of a comfortably appointed room. Ronnie was just taking her seat again. The source of the other voice belonged to a man sitting comfortably across from her. He was wearing an expensive suit and seemed to radiate power.

“A mage?” David guessed.

The man smiled. “No.”

“What then?”

“Something else. Why don’t you tell me?”

David frowned. His eyes flicked around the room not settling on any particular thing. He realised that there were no windows. He couldn’t tell if it was still night out. Ronnie was staring at him with a puzzled frown upon her face. A rich earthy scent rolled over him from her and Mist stirred.

A strong She
, Mist said with approval.

David had seen her fighting Georgie. She was very strong indeed. He turned his attention back to his host—it seemed obvious that he and not Ronnie ruled here.

“A vampire?”

“Call me Stephen.”

“Just Stephen? No other name?”

“Not right now. You have upset my friend.”

“That was not my intention.”

“No?”

“I came to find her. I need her help.”

“I don’t know you,” Ronnie said.

“I told you. We met only briefly—well, you met my car actually.”

Ronnie didn’t laugh at his attempt at humour. “That was you?”

“You tried to save me—”

“Not you. I wasn’t fighting to save you. Georgie was after me.”

“I know, but she got me instead.”

“Ah,” Stephen said. “Things become clearer. You are newly changed. That explains some matters.”

“Like what?” he said suspiciously.

“Like the reason you dared enter my domain without first asking my permission.”

“You own Lost Souls?”

“Among other things, yes.”

“And I was supposed to ask permission to enter? Entrance by invitation only is it?”

Stephen smiled. “For you it would have been. Not for others.”

“I don’t understand. Why me and not others?”

“You have power,” Ronnie explained. “You will learn that in
our
world power over others is everything.”

“Exactly so,” Stephen nodded in approval. “Your unannounced visit could have been a prelude to an attack upon me or my interests.”

“You have reason to expect an attack? Who would do that—AML?”

“They are the most prominent and the most likely right now, but there are others.”

“AML are hunting me.”

“AML hunt us
all
,” Ronnie corrected.

“That may be,” David said, starting to feel annoyed with her attitude. “But they’re after me in particular. They want to use me against the rest of you.”

“And how do you know that?”

“I overheard a conversation.”

“It explains some of their actions of late,” Stephen said thoughtfully. “Something has stirred them up.”

“Me,” David said. “Doctor Hoberman is one of them. He knows about my change and he doesn’t like shifters—us.”

“Not many do,” Ronnie said. “They’re afraid of us and what we can do.”

“And they should be,” Stephen said.

“Hoberman isn’t afraid. He feels that humans and monsters—as he calls them—should live apart.”

“I doubt that’s all he wants.”

“Probably not. He has powerful friends and he doesn’t like me. I need help. At least somewhere to hide until I can figure out what to do. I thought—”

“What?” Ronnie said. “That I would help you out of some kind of human kindness? Think again. I’m not human and neither are you.”

“I didn’t think that far ahead. I thought that if I could find you, you could lead me to Georgie.”

“Ah,” Stephen breathed, his eyes brightening with interest. “Now we come to it. You wish to avenge yourself against Ronnie’s nemesis—the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Is that it?”

“Something like that,” David admitted.

“You would kill her for attacking you. I completely understand that sort of motivation, but what if I were to tell you that Georgie was not your real enemy? What if I were to tell you that your real enemy is the one who orders her? What then?”

“I don’t know. I guess I would have to discuss it with this person, but Georgie first.”

Ronnie was watching him intently—evaluating him. She snorted. “Georgie would kill you.”

David felt his eyes change. “Don’t bet on it.”

Ronnie rose to the occasion. She snarled and her eyes were suddenly golden orbs of pure malevolence.

“Now children, no fighting.”

Ronnie backed off, but her eyes remained hard. “Send him away. He’ll be nothing but trouble.”

“I don’t believe I asked your opinion,” Stephen said mildly before turning his attention back to his guest. “There are some things you should know.”

“Like what for instance?”

“Lost Souls is mine, and Ronnie is mine. All those living and working here are mine.”

David didn’t like the sound of that. “Yours?”

“Mine. Raymond and Georgie are not welcome here. None of their pack are welcome.”

“What of the others at the bar and at the tables? They can’t all be yours.”

“Of course not. Lost Souls is a place of entertainment. Most of the shifters visiting here belong to their own packs. The others, like Ronnie, have nowhere else to go. They’re mine until I say otherwise.”

“You agreed to this?”

Ronnie remained silent.

“You’re in a different world now, David,” Stephen said. “Ronnie and the others gave themselves to me in exchange for my protection. When you came looking for her, it was assumed that miss Starett—Georgie to you—had sent you.”

“I see,” David said, still trying to come to terms with the way Ronnie had given herself to Stephen. In effect, she was his slave. “Where does that leave me?”

“With choices to make.”

“What choices?” David said suspiciously.

“You can leave here none the worse for your adventure, or you can give yourself to me as the others have done.”

“No.”

“Tell him,” Stephen said simply.

“Give yourself to Stephen or die. Those are your choices.”

“But you said I could leave unharmed!”

“And I keep my word,” Stephen said. “Tell him all of it.”

“If you leave,” Ronnie said. “You will be alone. Georgie will find you. You will never be accepted into a pack.”

“I’m not looking for a pack.”

“A lie,” Stephen said simply.

“The pack is all,” Ronnie said grimly.

David heard the need in her voice and wondered about it. “I admit I’m looking for help, but I don’t need a pack. I’m not an animal. I’m a man, dammit!”