The Black Wolf. Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

sensual mouth that had trembled with vulnerability a moment ago. Though no trace was left of the tears he had wiped from her cheek, those tears had been there for a reason. When she had first opened her eyes, they’d contained a silent plea for support.

      So...no. The desire to hold Cara and kiss away whatever had shaken her was strong, even though part of her allure could be a trick. She could have been using her wiles to attract him.

      Yet what she had gone through had seemed real to her. He had seen that in her eyes.

      Confusion over this dilemma drove him to silence. Cara moved first. She pointed a slender finger at the darkness they both had the ability to see into.

      “This is the place,” she repeated. “I now know why my father became what he is. I saw how it happened. I experienced that fight with the vampires as if I also took part in it. But I wasn’t there when he was. I didn’t run to help the brown Were fight off so many fangs. It was my mother who did that. She moved in to help. I saw all of this through her eyes.”

      “Because she called you here,” Rafe said with a skepticism he couldn’t hide.

      Cara shook her head. “This place called to me with her voice. Violent acts leave residue on a place. This was a memory for me to access because I have that brown Were’s blood in my veins. My father’s blood. After the attack, my mother’s spirit became tied to those vampires, not out of any choice she made, but because she was born special in ways that left her open to roaming demons.”

      Weird as it might have been, Rafe was starting to believe her. As a cop he sometimes experienced sensations tied to past events at certain locations. At least, he imagined he could. To see those past events firsthand was an entirely different matter, and a level of awareness well beyond his capabilities. However, who was to say that Cara didn’t have those kinds of talents, and that she spoke the truth?

      Meanwhile, they were taking too much time outside the wall. He wasn’t exactly sure how many minutes had actually gone by, but it had been long enough for the pack to find them. Others were close now, and closing in. The night had become pressurized due to his packmates’ imminent arrival.