Blood Reign (#4): Alpha Warriors of the Blood (The Blood Series) by Tamara Rose Blodgett Page A
Authors: Tamara Rose Blodgett
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flowed to her feet. Domi grasped her ankles, his hands brands of fire. She touched hair she knew was navy but looked like oil running down his shoulders underneath the veil of night.
He leaned into her hand briefly. “They will not find you. Use your talent to Track. Locate the Blooded Queen.” He kissed her palm and stood, towering over her.
He'd cast a spell over her, a cover of glamor. She could feel it as it rode over her skin. When she shifted, a shimmer followed her.
Jacqueline took a deep breath, coming between Slash and the two new challengers for position of pack master.
They didn't look at what they could not see.
Jacqueline headed toward the girl she would have murdered.
It felt like a lifetime ago.
*
Julia gazed around. It was déjà vu. Different woods, same problem. This time she wouldn't be drinking any water out of creeks. She shivered from the possibilities.
Leaving Jason had been a bad move.
She heard a rustling and turned.
The Red Were stood before her.
Puffs of smoke from his nostrils measured his breaths. They flared as the weather cooled, showing his position.
He looked all recovered from the foot-to-the-testies maneuver she'd managed.
Julia tensed, ready for a flight that would prove unsuccessful. There was no outrunning a werewolf.
The pack master of the Reds would be even more powerful.
“Wait,” Harriet growled, talons faintly glowing as he raised his palm in supplication.
Julia didn't like being the queen of anything else. She blew it off, focusing instead on the potential for violence that emanated from him like a fragrance. Always high amongst the Weres, she figured it was even more so with a Red.
“I don't know, but as off-balance as my Talents have been coming, I wouldn't risk it if I were you. And”—Julia cocked her head to the side—“you could kill me with another one of those well-placed hits.”
Harriet bled back to his human form, and Julia’s lungs deflated from the breath she'd been holding. It felt better to see a six feet tall guy in front of her, even naked, than the half-wolfen, seven feet of contained violence staring out of the gloom just a moment before.
She kept her distance anyway.
“I'm Tom Harriet.”
“I know.”
“Then you understand that I'm not actually here to harm you. I work for the FBI.”
Julia snorted in the dark. His gaze latched onto her. He didn’t fool her; he could count the hairs on her head. From his vaguely reflective gaze, she understood the wolf ran just beneath the man. She briefly touched on the memory of Slash and his big pureblood Red reveal. She'd not seen it but had heard. Tom Harriet was a Red.
He cocked one of his eyebrows.
“It's just”—she folded her arms—“what does that matter? Obviously, the feds aren't aware you're a supernatural.”
“Some are not,” he conceded.
Julia shifted uneasily. How deep did the world inside the world go?
“Whatever organization that humans are in control of, we have infiltrated.”
Julia shrugged. “You being a fed holds no weight. I've had authority figures of every flavor turn out to be not what they really were. You're no exception.”
“It doesn't matter.”
When had he come closer? Julia stepped back.
“You were never meant to leave Alaska. Lily was meant to keep you under her care until you became , then you were to assimilate into the Alaska den.”
“I love that everyone had my life planned from the beginning. I was the only one not privy to the agenda.”
“It's the way it is. Your parents made a choice.”
Julia's heartbeat raced.
“So it's true? I do have a sister....”
Harriet nodded.
“Where is she?” She relaxed her hands out of fists so tight they'd left crescent-shaped indents on her palms.
Tom's smile was immediate and brilliant. Julia kept her gaze on his face, never straying. He held up his index finger and wagged it back and forth. “The Sidhe warrior was clever to use the cloning spell to fool the Singers. But I
He leaned into her hand briefly. “They will not find you. Use your talent to Track. Locate the Blooded Queen.” He kissed her palm and stood, towering over her.
He'd cast a spell over her, a cover of glamor. She could feel it as it rode over her skin. When she shifted, a shimmer followed her.
Jacqueline took a deep breath, coming between Slash and the two new challengers for position of pack master.
They didn't look at what they could not see.
Jacqueline headed toward the girl she would have murdered.
It felt like a lifetime ago.
*
Julia gazed around. It was déjà vu. Different woods, same problem. This time she wouldn't be drinking any water out of creeks. She shivered from the possibilities.
Leaving Jason had been a bad move.
She heard a rustling and turned.
The Red Were stood before her.
Puffs of smoke from his nostrils measured his breaths. They flared as the weather cooled, showing his position.
He looked all recovered from the foot-to-the-testies maneuver she'd managed.
Julia tensed, ready for a flight that would prove unsuccessful. There was no outrunning a werewolf.
The pack master of the Reds would be even more powerful.
“Wait,” Harriet growled, talons faintly glowing as he raised his palm in supplication.
Julia didn't like being the queen of anything else. She blew it off, focusing instead on the potential for violence that emanated from him like a fragrance. Always high amongst the Weres, she figured it was even more so with a Red.
“I don't know, but as off-balance as my Talents have been coming, I wouldn't risk it if I were you. And”—Julia cocked her head to the side—“you could kill me with another one of those well-placed hits.”
Harriet bled back to his human form, and Julia’s lungs deflated from the breath she'd been holding. It felt better to see a six feet tall guy in front of her, even naked, than the half-wolfen, seven feet of contained violence staring out of the gloom just a moment before.
She kept her distance anyway.
“I'm Tom Harriet.”
“I know.”
“Then you understand that I'm not actually here to harm you. I work for the FBI.”
Julia snorted in the dark. His gaze latched onto her. He didn’t fool her; he could count the hairs on her head. From his vaguely reflective gaze, she understood the wolf ran just beneath the man. She briefly touched on the memory of Slash and his big pureblood Red reveal. She'd not seen it but had heard. Tom Harriet was a Red.
He cocked one of his eyebrows.
“It's just”—she folded her arms—“what does that matter? Obviously, the feds aren't aware you're a supernatural.”
“Some are not,” he conceded.
Julia shifted uneasily. How deep did the world inside the world go?
“Whatever organization that humans are in control of, we have infiltrated.”
Julia shrugged. “You being a fed holds no weight. I've had authority figures of every flavor turn out to be not what they really were. You're no exception.”
“It doesn't matter.”
When had he come closer? Julia stepped back.
“You were never meant to leave Alaska. Lily was meant to keep you under her care until you became , then you were to assimilate into the Alaska den.”
“I love that everyone had my life planned from the beginning. I was the only one not privy to the agenda.”
“It's the way it is. Your parents made a choice.”
Julia's heartbeat raced.
“So it's true? I do have a sister....”
Harriet nodded.
“Where is she?” She relaxed her hands out of fists so tight they'd left crescent-shaped indents on her palms.
Tom's smile was immediate and brilliant. Julia kept her gaze on his face, never straying. He held up his index finger and wagged it back and forth. “The Sidhe warrior was clever to use the cloning spell to fool the Singers. But I
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