Caressed by Ice

CHAPTER 47

Brenna’s wolf was going crazy trapped inside of her. “Baby, please.” Judd’s head remained unmoving in her lap as she stroked his hair off his forehead over and over. It had been three hours since he’d gone down, taking her share of the pain as well as his own. The only thing keeping her from breaking apart was the certain knowledge that he was alive. She knew it in her soul. They were bonded whether anyone could see it or not.

Full dark had fallen long ago, along with the temperature. Judd’s lips had begun to turn blue three minutes ago, as if some internal battery had died. Everything in her wanted to run for help, but he had made her promise not to let anyone else interfere. Her hand clenched on her phone as she ran her eyes over his body. His chest moved up and down. His breath came out. But he was so cold, so scarily cold. Colder than the snow.

This wasn’t right. He was Pack. What he’d done so many times for the others should be his due now. To lean on Pack was no shame. Except that she knew he was too proud, too used to standing alone. But she couldn’t watch him die. “I’m sorry, my darling.” She flipped open the phone…and found it dead.

Throwing it aside, she began a frantic search of Judd. Nothing. But she knew he always carried a phone. Her mind went back to the image of him pulling on his jacket in the clearing. It had to have fallen out then. “No.”

A movement in the forest. Her heart leaped in her throat, followed by predatory calm. No one will touch him. Her claws pushed at the edges of her skin as her eyes focused on the source of the sound, every instinct primed to defend her mate.

The wolf that emerged was almost invisible against the snow, his pelt a thick silver-gold that acted like camouflage. Relaxing from her offensive stance, she returned her attention to Judd as Hawke shifted to human form and came to kneel on Judd’s other side. “You didn’t signal for attention.”

She shook her head and met his eyes. “He’s exactly like you.”

“Hell, I know that. I expected you to have better sense.” A sharp reproof. “How long?”

“Three hours.”

“Can we move him?”

“I think so.” But she wasn’t going to risk it. “I don’t know if there was any…damage.” Brain damage. He was Psy—they were their minds, and things that erupted from the mind outward had the ability to destroy them. “Moving him might make it worse.”

Hawke’s eyes flashed to pure danger. “The damn Psy is too stubborn to die. Keep him alive while I get Walker and some heating sheets.”

“Go.” Brenna kept her hands on Judd’s cheeks. “I’ll be here.”

Hawke left without anything further, disappearing into the woods in a flash of silver-gold. With his speed, help would be on the way in under half an hour. But what could Walker do? He wasn’t a Psy medic and even if he had been, what medic could possibly see inside a mind as guarded as her Psy’s? She knew his shields to be impenetrable.

Not against you.

Her breath caught. She wondered if the cold was starting to affect her brain. “Judd?”

I’m here. I have to repair some damage before I rise to full consciousness.

That sounded too much like him to be her imagination. “Damage?” she whispered.

Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be fully functional. A definite sensual emphasis on those last two words.

She wanted to thump him for worrying her so, but what stopped her was the open affection in his mental tones. She’d never heard that in his voice. But now he was speaking to her without any barriers…trusting her with everything he was. Swallowing, she wiped the backs of her hands across her eyes. “You idiot. I’ll damage you myself if you don’t shut up and hurry.”

Male laughter in her mind. He sounded just as she’d always thought he’d sound if he laughed—arrogant, a touch bad, and drop-dead gorgeous. I can hear your thoughts.

“Then stop listening.” But she was too happy to worry. And…this was Judd. He had under-the-skin privileges. “How can we talk like this anyway? None of the others can.” Not that she’d seen.

I’m a high-level telepath. I could always send, even to very weak receivers, and you’re not weak.

A small silence. “What did Enrique do?” She’d been avoiding the issue after no one had seemed to be able to give her any answers, but now Judd was in the one place she had vowed to never allow another being. And it felt right. “Tell me, I’m ready.”

I don’t know what his intention was, but it looks like he might have opened your mind in a way it was never meant to be opened. That’s why you’ve been picking up fragments of others’ thoughts and dreams, why you’ve been acting out of character. I need to teach you to shield, not like a changeling but like a Psy. Until you can, I’ll shield you.

“Well, if we can talk like this, at least some good came out of that.” She dropped a kiss on his forehead. Then frowned. Can I think to you?

Yes. He sounded delighted. Brenna, it’s not just my telepathy and the changes in you that are allowing us to speak. I can see it—a bond like the one to my familial Net, except this one is…it’s…I’m no poet…

A caress whispered through her mind and she knew he wanted her to close her eyes. So she did. A second later, she felt something travel down the bond. It was an image of the bond itself. A stunning kaleidoscope, twisted through with the martial threads of a soldier and the bright, animal sparks that represented her.

A tear streaked down her face. I love you.

You’re mine.

She laughed at the possessive tone. “I’ve always been yours. Now hurry up or the others will find me here talking to myself.”

I told you I didn’t need any help.

“And I told you you’re Pack now.” She would beat that into his head even if it took a lifetime.

He went silent, obviously working. She didn’t interrupt him and when he lifted those dark lashes twenty minutes later, all she could do was smile. “Hey.”

Looking up into her eyes, he raised a hand to close over her nape. “Come here.”

Bending down, she touched her lips to his. Warmth flowed from her to him and then back. The bond pulsed before sparking, sending a small electric shock down her spine. Gasping, she broke the kiss. “I don’t think that’s normal.”

“You’re mated to a Tk.” He smiled and while it was small, it was most definitely a smile. The impact was, to say the least, devastating. “It looks as if I can do all sorts of things to you now that the bond’s functioning as it should.” As if to prove that, the next pulse traveled directly to the heat between her legs.

Sucking in a breath, she leaned over and bit his lower lip. “My turn.” Mate, he was her mate. Hers forever. “Mine.”

“Yours.” His hand tightened on her nape as he allowed her to take advantage of him.

“Why wasn’t the bond working before?” she asked the next time they came up for air. “My wolf couldn’t sense it.”

“Silence.” Shadows in his voice. “It had me wrapped up so tight, I was blocking it, likely stopping you from feeling it, too. To accept it would probably have led to a fatal strike from the dissonance, so my brain protected itself the only way it could.” There was anger now. “Silence tried to destroy us before we could begin.”

“But the bond was always there,” she whispered. “So take that, Psy Council. Not even your damn Silence can stop what’s meant to be.”

Judd’s eyes widened at her vehemence and then that small smile widened a fraction. “I thought I told you to come here.”

“And I thought I told you not to mess with me.” But she went. Sometimes, you had to give in to a male. Especially when he was yours and he looked at you with that naked heat in his eyes.

It was amazing what a man could do when he was properly motivated, Judd thought as he straightened Brenna’s clothing. Just in time. Four wolves burst out of the forest seconds later. Walker wasn’t that far behind, having been brought there on a snowmobile loaded with emergency medical equipment.

The wolves shifted as his brother got off the snowmobile and walked across. “Are you all right?”

Judd nodded. “Yes.”

But another conversation was taking place on the LaurenNet.

You’ve disabled the Silence Protocol. There was no judgment in his brother’s tone. It’s already influencing the familial Net.

Judd realized Walker was right. We’ve been living with emotion since the children started adapting. It won’t harm them.

No. Walker’s psychic presence was a star that had an odd twisting motion at the center. He wasn’t a martial Psy, and no one had ever been able to figure out what that twisting motion meant. There’s a new mind in the Net.

Judd blinked and looked again. There she was, linked to the Net through him and protected by his powerful mind. None of the others could touch her, though her strong, affectionate nature was already influencing the flows of the tiny LaurenNet. Brenna. She couldn’t see this, couldn’t see her wild silver star with ricocheting shards of vibrant blue, but it was something that calmed his psychic mind. He could protect her now, no matter where she was. He’d know if she shed a single tear.

She’s making the Net stronger.

Of course she was. She’s a wolf.

You’re sure?

Judd knew they were no longer talking about Brenna. I’m safe. Reaching back, he took his mate’s hand in his. Have you seen the other changes in the Net? Faint sparks of color where there had once only been black and white.

I think it represents a formerly suppressed aspect of Toby’s abilities. It doesn’t fit the parameters of any known designation, but I have my suspicions.

So did Judd. We’ll talk later.

Hawke narrowed his eyes as Walker stepped back. “I leave you going blue and thinking I’m going to have to dig a grave, and return to find you…well exercised.” A pause that took in the rucked-up snow. Behind Hawke, Lara did a bad job of hiding a grin. “You want to explain that?”

“No.” Judd felt Brenna’s blush in his mind and knew she’d realized her packmates could smell the scent of their recent explosive union. He liked the idea of her being covered in his scent. “There’s nothing to explain.”

Hawke grunted, amusement in his eyes. “Right. Let’s head back.”

“Give me a minute.” It was Riley.

Judd met the other man’s eyes as everyone else dispersed. Beside him, Brenna went very quiet. Her brother came forward. “You ever make her cry, I’ll break every bone in your body, tear you to pieces, and hold a barbeque for the wild wolves.”

“Riley!” Brenna sounded shocked.

Judd wasn’t—despite Riley’s calm exterior, the male was as ferally protective as Andrew. “I think Brenna is more than capable of doing that herself.”

“Judd!”

Riley’s face broke out in an uncharacteristic grin. “Yeah, she is.” Reaching out, he kissed his gaping sister’s cheek before pulling back and shifting. Then he was gone.

“I can’t believe you said that.” Brenna was scowling when he turned to her. “I would never hurt you.”

He wanted to laugh at her outrage. “I adore you.” And now he could truly protect her—what he hadn’t told her was that Enrique’s alterations had put undue pressure on her brain. Because her brain was changeling, not Psy, it hadn’t had any way to vent that pressure. Sooner or later, things would’ve gone to a critical state.

The reason for her present health was that, even dormant, the bond had somehow leached off enough of the overload—dispersing it through his psychic channels—that she didn’t collapse. But now he could consciously regulate the pressure, reducing it and shielding her, until she learned to do it herself. It would be hard but not impossible, not with Brenna’s strength of will. “You are the most stubborn, most beautiful woman I know.”

“Oh…how am I supposed to stay mad when you say something like that?” She stamped her foot but her lips were curving up into a smile. “You’re pretty, too.” She grinned at his scowl. “But you’re the most infuriating man I’ve ever met.”

“Too bad. You’re stuck with me.”

Standing on tiptoe, she spoke against his lips. “I like being stuck to you.”

He was about to kiss her when she wrenched away. “You want a kiss? Come and get it.” A taunt, an invitation, a lovers’ game.

Judd had never played much. He had a feeling that was about to change. “You should know never to dare an Arrow.”

“You’re all talk, Judd Lauren.” A blur of movement and she was gone.

Feeling his heartbeat speed up, he pushed off after her. He’d get his kiss. And more. Using the bond, he sent her explicit images detailing the prize he intended to claim.

Not fair, came the breathy response. Now I’m all hot and wet.

He tripped. You did that on purpose.

Nuh-uh. If I’d wanted to mess with you, I’d have told you about this fantasy I have of having you at my mercy.

That intrigued him. What would you do?

This.

Images cascaded into his mind, affectionate, lush, and so incredibly erotic that he found himself fighting his body’s desire to descend into pure sensation.

Let me?

He was used to protecting his back, to never giving anyone control over his body or his mind. I’m yours. It was the final surrender.

Sascha couldn’t believe the difference in Brenna when she saw her the next day, having come up to the den to talk to Lara about a different situation. “She’s happy, healed,” she said to Lucas on the trip home, her ears still full of the sound of the SnowDancer’s laughter. “And Judd—I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t felt it with my empathy. He might look unchanged on the surface, but he loves her.” So deep and true it almost hurt. Sascha knew—she loved Lucas like that.

“Then why do you sound so sad, kitten?” He threw her a concerned look before returning his attention to the rough mountain road.

“She was betrayed by one of her own,” Sascha whispered, shaken. “I thought Pack was safe, was family. If you can’t trust Pack, who can you trust?”

Lucas brought the car to a halt in the middle of nowhere and reached over to pull her into his lap. “Pack is safe. Pack is the cornerstone of who we are.”

“Then why? How?” She nestled her head under his chin. “Dieter was a SnowDancer soldier, but he’s so twisted.” Even walking past his cell had made her sick to her stomach. Waves of something rotten, putrid, had emanated from his soul.

Lucas stroked his hand down her back. “Having the animal inside protects us against many sins, but even changelings sometimes spawn evil.”

She thought about that for long minutes. “For there to be light, there must be darkness.” It was what Faith had said after her escape from the Net. But only now did Sascha truly understand. “If you try for perfection, you become exactly like the Psy.” A cold, robotic race without the ability to laugh, love, or cherish.

“No race is perfect.” He nuzzled at her. “And I kind of like you, flaws and all.”

She found her smile again. “Yes. Perfection is vastly overrated—if they measured the Psy race’s contentedness index, the results would undoubtedly be in the negatives.”

“God, you’re sexy when you talk Psy.”