She shrugged. “Some dude from Alaska. I never met him. He was supposed to arrive the day I left.”
“Your father has some gall,” Nate grumbled.
“Yeah, speaking of which—” Brynley lowered her voice. “I don’t want him to know that I’m back. I’ll only be here a few nights, and I really need to avoid him and his minions.”
“I understand. I won’t say a word.” Nate motioned toward an open door. “Let’s go into my office, so we can talk.” He started wheeling his chair in that direction.
Brynley held back, then whispered to Phineas, “Well? What do you think?”
“You’re thirty years old?”
She swatted his shoulder. “About Nate. Is he under vampire mind control? Do you think there are any Malcontents around here?”
“It looks safe so far. And your friend is fine.” Phineas rubbed his shoulder. “You don’t look like you’re thirty.”
“Of course not,” she hissed. “I’ll look this young for hundreds of years.”
“So will I.” He arched a brow. “We have more in common than you might think.”
Her face flushed a pretty pink. “You’re still a bloodsucker, and I’m a—”
“Snout-Face?”
“Shh.” She motioned with her head toward Nate. “He doesn’t know.”
“Okay.” Phineas accompanied her into Nate’s office.
“Can I get you two anything to drink?” Nate asked as he pulled open the door to a small fridge.
“I’ll take a diet cola.” Brynley took the bottle he handed her.
“Nothing for me, thanks,” Phineas said.
Nate dropped a water bottle in his lap, then wheeled behind his desk. “So what brings you out here so late at night?” He unscrewed the bottle and took a sip.
Phineas sat in the chair next to Brynley. “You had a ranch hand named Earl Giddons who passed away.”
“Yeah.” Nate frowned. “I heard he died last night. Terrible news.”
“Do you know what happened?” Brynley asked.
“Not really,” Nate replied. “Kyle found him and rushed him to the clinic in Ten Sleep. He’s supposed to report back to me, but I haven’t heard anything yet. When I called the clinic, all they could tell me was that Earl was dead on arrival.”
As far as Phineas could tell, the rancher was telling the truth. His heartbeat had remained steady. “Have there been any other strange occurrences lately?”
Nate gave him a curious look. “Are you with the sheriff’s department?”
“MacKay Security and Investigation.” Phineas pulled his ID from his wallet and showed it to the rancher.
“Interesting.” Nate examined his ID. “Never heard of them. It’s international?”
“Yes. We provide security for select clientele around the world.” They also conducted investigations related to the vampire world, but Phineas needed a safe way to explain his interest in Earl Giddons’s death. “We specialize in investigating odd, unexplainable events.”
“Like the X-Files?” Nate handed the ID back.
“Yes.” Phineas pocketed his wallet. “For instance, according to his medical file, Earl Giddons suffered no visible trauma, but he was completely drained of blood.”
Nate flinched.
“That surprises you?” Phineas asked.
“Well, yes.” Nate ran a hand through his thick sandy hair. “We had two cows mutilated the night before last, and they were drained dry, too.”
Phineas exchanged a glance with Brynley.
“I figured it was wolves that attacked the cows.” Nate grimaced. “We’ve had a lot more wolves than usual this year. I told Kyle to shoot them, but he—”
“I’ve never heard of wolves draining all the blood from their prey,” Brynley said quietly.
“That’s true,” Nate conceded. “But I don’t know how else to explain the mutilations.”
“We don’t believe Earl Giddons was attacked by an animal,” Phineas said.
Nate’s eyes widened. “You think a person is behind all this? Some crazy person is out there collecting blood?”
“It’s very possible,” Phineas murmured.
Nate’s fists clenched. “Whoever he is, he’s graduated from cattle to humans. He’s a murderer.”
“We agree,” Phineas said. “We have reason to believe the murderer is female.”
Nate blinked. “Really?”
“Do you know of any new women in the area?” Brynley asked. “She could be living at one of the nearby ranches.”
Nate tilted his head, considering. “A few of the ranch hands have mentioned a beautiful blonde they’ve seen recently at the old Haggerty ranch. Some wealthy guy from out of state bought the place about six months ago, but I haven’t met him. Don’t get out much. I have to rely on Kyle a lot these days.”
Brynley smiled. “You two were always close.”
A pained look crossed Nate’s face. “It’s . . . not the same. Don’t get me wrong. Kyle has been great. He was always insisting that I’d walk again and he’d take care of things while I recovered. But after a few years, he . . . well, I think he’s tired of doing so much work on a ranch that’s not his. I don’t blame him. I pay him as well as I can afford, and he does a great job, but . . .” Nate drifted off with a sad look.
“I’m sorry,” Brynley whispered.
Nate shrugged. “It’s not his fault. He . . . fell into a bad crowd—the rich guy who bought the Haggerty ranch. Kyle was talking about him all the time, and then, four months ago, he changed.”
“For the better!” a voice declared from the doorway.
Phineas spun around to see a younger and more muscular version of Nate standing in the doorway.
Brynley rose to her feet. “Kyle!” She stepped back with a gasp.
Phineas understood her reaction the instant Kyle’s scent wafted toward him. Nate had been right about his brother changing.
He’d become a werewolf.
Kyle smirked as he approached Brynley. “Oh yeah, princess. How do you like the new me?” His mouth twisted into a snarl. “Maybe you won’t turn me down now.”
Brynley lifted her chin. “It wasn’t your species I objected to. It was your personality.”
He lurched forward with a growl.
Phineas jumped to his feet and pulled Brynley close. “Back off, furball.”
Kyle glared at him. “Who the hell are you? You have no right to her. You’re not one of us.”
“Cut it out, Kyle.” Nate wheeled his chair around the desk. “These are my guests.”
Kyle laughed. “You never figured it out, Nate? Your sweet little friend Brynley is a werewolf.”
Nate halted, his eyes wide.
Brynley turned toward him. “Nathan—”
“Is it true?”
“Yes.” She glanced at Kyle, then back at Nate. “I didn’t ask to be changed. I was born this way.”
Nate nodded slowly. “I was shocked when my brother first told me about Lycans, but then I realized I should have figured it out earlier. I always knew there was something strange going on with some of the ranchers. Their followers show a loyalty that goes far beyond what you’d expect of a hired ranch hand.”
“We’re loyal to our Pack Masters,” Kyle boasted as he regarded Brynley with a gleam in his eyes. “And this is our princess, daughter of the Supreme Pack Master.”
Phineas tightened his arm around Brynley when he felt her shudder. It was obvious Kyle would run straight to her father to tell him she was back.
He aimed a strong surge of vampire mind control at the werewolf. Kyle was caught by surprise and stumbled back a few feet. His face went blank.
You will forget you saw Brynley here. You will not speak of her to anyone. Now go!
Kyle turned and wandered from the room.
Brynley took a deep breath and squeezed Phineas’s arm. “Please tell me you erased his memory.”
“I think I did.” But he wasn’t sure if it would last.
“What’s going on?” Nate studied them warily. “You erased my brother’s memory? How?”
“I didn’t harm him. I’m only trying to protect Brynley.”
She hunched down beside the wheelchair. “Please, Nate. Don’t tell anyone I was here. My father would capture me and force me into a marriage I don’t want.”
“With another werewolf?” Nate asked.
“Yes.”
“So Caddoc Jones is the Supreme Pack Master?” When Brynley nodded, Nate regarded her sadly. “You should have told me everything years ago. I thought you trusted me.”
“I did,” she insisted. “But you didn’t know Lycans existed, and I was afraid if you knew the truth, you’d . . . no longer be my friend.”
Nate patted her shoulder. “I would have understood. Your father is so damned powerful, and the way so many people kowtow to him makes me sick.”
“Those aren’t people,” Phineas muttered. “They’re werewolves.”
Nate looked him over. “You’re not one of them?”
“No.”
“Then what are you?” Nate asked. “Some kind of psychic?”
“Something like that.” Phineas removed a MacKay business card from his wallet and set it on the desk. “If you see or hear anything out of the ordinary, please let us know. There could be something . . . evil in this area, and it must be defeated.”
Nate’s eyes widened. “Evil?”
“And please, Nathan,” Brynley whispered. “Don’t let my father know I’m here.”
“You have my word.” He wheeled closer to his desk and wrote on a slip of paper. “This is my number if you need any help.” He handed it to her with a wry look. “Not that I’m much help to anyone these days.”
“Oh, you are.” She hugged him, then turned to Phineas.“What should we do now?”
“Leave. Nice to meet you, Nate.” Phineas grabbed Brynley’s arm and escorted her from the room.
“Be careful!” Nate called after them.
“We will, thanks!” Brynley yelled back as Phineas led her across the foyer and out the front door.
She fumbled in her handbag for the car keys. “Shall we drive back to the cabin?”
“We’ll drive.” But not back to the cabin. If his vampire mind control had failed on Kyle, then Brynley’s father would soon know she was in Wyoming. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out she was probably staying at her brother’s cabin.
She climbed into the driver’s seat and gave him a surprised look as he teleported into the passenger seat. “Why’d you do that?”
“A precaution. This location is now embedded in my psychic memory.”
“Oh.” Her eyes narrowed. “You look worried.”
“Everything will be cool.” He smiled at her, but he was worried. Worried that he’d screwed up and left too many loose ends. He should have erased Nate’s memory. And John Brighton’s, too. “Drive to the nearest town.”