Shift by Rachel Vincent Page A

was telling the truth for once.”
    “Yeah,” Brett said over the line. “So we waited. Six hours later they showed up. Three of them. I have no idea how they found us. They can’t smell for shit with those beaks.”
    “But they can see for miles from the air.” Marc ran one hand slowly up and down my back. “At least, natural birds can.”
    “I always hated that phrase,” Jace said. “It makes Shifters sound un natural.”
    “Anyway…” Brett ignored them both. “They landed, and it was totally bizarre. They Shifted in midmotion, with their feet first, so fast it looked like movie special effects.”
    I nodded, though he couldn’t see me. “I know. We’ve seen the show.”
    “Oh. Yeah.” Brett cleared his throat and continued. “Anyway, they landed and saw their boy dead, surrounded by, like, five of us. Three of us in cat form. They started to go feral. But before they could lunge, my dad said he knew who’d killed their man and wanted to make a deal.”
    “Then he set us up,” I guessed, my eyes closed in frustration.
    “Yeah. He told them that one of your cats had to have done it, because yours was the closest territory.”
    Marc growled. “Where the hell were you?”
    Brett exhaled heavily. “Four miles from your western border in the free zone. I’m sure you know why.”
    Yeah. Sounds like they were just as ready to invade us as we were to invade them. So much for Malone’s promise to Blackwell that he wouldn’t start the war.
    But then something even more infuriating occurred to me. They’d put five toms on our western border—the opposite direction we’d expect them to come from, because Malone was headquartered east of us, in Kentucky. But five wasn’t enough for a large-scale offense. Which obviously wasn’t what they were planning.
    They were counting on us to start the war. Expecting us to take most of our men northeast, into Appalachian territory, leaving Manx, Kaci and my mother largely undefended. At which point those five or so toms would sneak in the back way and plunder our most valuable resources. Our most treasured, vulnerable members.
    Fury crept up my spine in a white-hot blaze, but I forced it down. Their plans had obviously changed, and I needed to focus.
    “So, the thunderbirds promised your dad they’d get the tabbies out, then they’d rip us to shreds, one by one?”
    “That’s the gist of it, yeah.” Brett sounded miserable.
    “And you have proof?” Marc prodded.
    “My testimony, and the dead bird’s feathers, stained with his killer’s blood. Dad told us to clean up the mess, and I kept a couple of the feathers. I had a feeling this would go downhill. But I’m not sure how much good they’ll do. These birds can’t distinguish one cat’s scent from another’s.”
    “At least it’ll help with the council,” Jace said, voicing my exact thought. “But we’ll have to come up with some other way to prove it to the birds.”
    “If we can even find them.” I frowned, suddenly overwhelmed by the new burden, when we could least afford it. Kai was going to have to talk—that’s all there was to it.
    “I have to go. They’ve probably already noticed me missing,” Brett said, and twigs snapped as he made his way back toward the house from the woods.
    “Wait, Paul Blackwell is here. You have to tell him what you told us.”
    “I don’t have time now, but I’ll speak to him when I get there. But there’s one more thing. Our tom? The one who killed the thunderbird?”
    “Yeah?” I stood, eager to report to my father.
    “It was Lance Pierce.”
    Parker’s brother.
    Well, shit.

Eight

    “S on of a bitch!” Jace pounded the arm of the couch and I jumped, his phone bouncing in my open palm. “To clear our name, we have to sell out Parker’s little brother. How’s that for a rock and a hard place?”
    “We can’t just turn him over…” I started, but my words faded into silence as soft sobs and footsteps sounded down the hall. I made it to