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  Now that was an interesting combination…a magical shape-shifter? Luc chuckled quietly to himself. Accepting the concept of shape-shifting was hard enough, but adding magic to the mix was a bit much. Still, it was heartening to know there were others out there aware of their heritage, living with their own kind.

  Camille Mason had been the key for Ulrich, close enough to her Tibetan roots to retain the knowledge of the grasses the Chanku needed, the combination of vitamins and enzymes and other nutrients that enabled that small part of the brain unique to their breed to function as it was genetically intended. Ulrich had explained it all to a disbelieving Luc that long-ago night.

  Luc shifted in his chair, remembering the emotions he’d experienced sitting in this same room, in the home of the woman he’d killed. He’d quit the force the day it happened, emotionally devastated by such a horrible mistake. The quiet, graveside memorial had been even worse, but he’d felt an overwhelming desire to attend. No longer a cop, he’d worn his military blues out of respect. He’d stood apart, feeling the husband’s grief, sensing the man’s terrible pain, Ulrich’s love for his little girl, his loss.

  His unimaginable loss.

  What would it be like to find a mate of the same species? A woman as attuned to your every thought and need as Camille must have been to Ulrich’s? Though the pack was always on the alert for female Chanku, none had been found. The only one Luc had ever known was Tia, and she was just a kid, as far as he knew completely unaware of her shape-shifting nature. The last time he’d seen her, almost ten years ago, she’d been a tall, gangly teenager with smooth, mocha skin, braces on her teeth, and freckles sprinkled liberally across her nose.

  She’d inherited some of her mother’s dark coloring—skin the color of coffee with cream and the most beautiful amber eyes he’d ever seen. She even had her mother’s dimple in her left cheek. Her hair, though, was dark blond, just as her father’s must once have been, and she’d worn it tied in a ponytail to control the wild tangles.

  It was difficult to imagine her as a woman now.

  As a young teen she’d had an inherent grace that hinted of sensuality to come, a natural beauty both unique and compelling. He was a young man in his prime, alone without the prospect of a mate, but a winsome and endearing teenager had been more fun to tease than consider even remotely as an object of desire.

  Then Tia was gone, off to that private boarding school with her best friend, and eventually on to college somewhere back east…Boston? She’d been home rarely for very brief visits, though Ulrich had occasionally gone to Boston to visit her. Luc wondered what Tia would be like now, wondered if Ulrich had ever told Tia the truth about her mother, about herself?

  Did Tia know how her mother died? Did she remember?

  “Thanks for waiting, Luc.”

  Ulrich stepped into the room. He’d removed his suit coat and loosened his tie. His thick shock of white hair was a bit ruffled and out of place, but for a man in his sixties, Ulrich still carried an air of authority no one would ever strip from him.

  “No problem, boss. It feels good to sit with absolutely nothing on my mind for a change.”

  “You deserve to relax.” Ulrich poured brandy into a crystal goblet and sat in the leather chair opposite Luc’s. “Just don’t get used to it.”

  Luc laughed. Ulrich lifted the brandy in a silent toast. “You did well tonight. The boy is safe, the press still blissfully unaware of our existence, and no one was injured.”

  “Thank you. I was concerned about the intelligence, but it was good for a change. That’s important. Unfortunately, it’s also rare.”

  Ulrich nodded. “I know. That’s why I asked you to stay. The lack of good intelligence can be a real problem. We never really know exactly what to expect.” He concentrated on his glass for a moment and then raised his head and stared intently at Luc. Though they regularly communicated telepathically, as was the way of the pack, Ulrich’s thoughts remained blocked.

  Luc waited, his curiosity growing with each beat of his heart.

  Finally Ulrich shifted in his chair and leaned forward. “Tianna called. She’s moving back to San Francisco.” Ulrich rolled the glass between his palms. “She plans to teach…a private school over in the Sunset. There’s a small apartment at the school, so she’ll live there.”

  That was the last thing Luc had expected to hear. He studied his mentor for a moment before answering. “You don’t seem very happy about it. I would think you would be thrilled to have your daughter close by.”

  “It scares the shit out of me, having her so close. Think of what we do, what we’re like.” Ulrich stood up, as if his body could no longer contain his emotion. “You haven’t seen Tianna in a long time, Luc. There’s a reason for that. I didn’t want you—not any of the pack—near my daughter. I don’t think I could have handled it, watching you bastards sniff around her like the animals you are. You’re male, all Chanku. You’ve been with a lot of women. Hell, you’ve probably been with just as many men. That’s the nature of the beast, literally.” Ulrich turned and smiled, but there was little humor in his expression. “Our sex drive is sometimes overwhelming, isn’t it?”

  Luc nodded, but he wondered where Ulrich was taking this, and he wasn’t sure he liked the implications that he’d be unsafe around Tia. Granted, the sex drive was something he’d had a difficult time with at first, once the special diet Ulrich started him on had unlocked his Chanku spirit. The need, the urge to mate, to fuck any available woman—or man—any time he had the chance. It had taken years to achieve control over that part of his nature, to find some sort of balance that allowed him to live without constantly thinking about who he might screw next.

  “We can’t deny sex is a huge part of what we are, a powerful drive even before the supplements are added to the diet, impossible for many years after. I couldn’t let you, of all the pack, near my daughter, not while she was growing up, not when you were the one man who knew exactly how strong the bloodline runs in her veins.”

  Luc’s short bark of laughter barely hid the shaft of anger slicing through him. “I’d like to think you could trust me with your only daughter, boss. I—”

  “Settle down. Don’t take it personally. Put yourself in my place. I’ve not been celibate since Camille’s death, though I’ve never found another life mate. Not like Camille. You didn’t know my wife. Her sexual drives were often beyond her control. Mine weren’t much better. Neither of us was faithful during our marriage, though it was by mutual choice.” Ulrich shrugged and took a sip of his brandy. “You’re aware Chanku are not monogamous by nature, though we reproduce only with our life mate. The need for sexual satisfaction runs strongly in our women and they rarely hesitate to experience relations with as many men and women as possible. Sexually transmitted human diseases don’t affect us and the woman has total control over conception, so there’s no reason not to enjoy sexual freedom.”

  Ulrich flashed a self-deprecating smile at Luc. “However grand it sounds in theory, and no matter how well it works with adults, I don’t think I could have handled that overt sexuality with my daughter, nor would it have been fair for me to attempt to curtail it. The preteen years were hard enough.”

  Luc relaxed as the tension went out of him.

  Ulrich grinned. “Trust me, you have no idea how relieved I was when she and her friend Shannon decided they wanted to go to an all-girls boarding school. I felt like the gods had granted me a favor.”

  “She doesn’t know, does she?” Luc had suspected but never asked.

  Ulrich shook his head. “No. I’ve never told her, and Tianna has not been given the nutrients she needs to activate her Chanku nature. Until she adds the supplement to her diet, she is just another highly sexual human. She doesn’t know. She hasn’t got a clue who she is, what she is. I didn’t…I couldn’t…” He shook his head again, as though acknowledging there were no valid excuses or acceptable explanations.

  “Do you think that’s fair to her?”

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p; “Hell, I don’t know if it’s fair or not.” Ulrich fairly bristled. “Her mother and I felt it best to keep the truth from her until she was old enough to understand the need for secrecy. Then Camille was gone and I couldn’t find the right time. The ability to shift emerges at puberty if the child has a steady diet of the nutrients. I kept them from Tianna on purpose. How do you tell a little girl, facing her first period without her mother there to guide her, that, oh, by the way, not only are you going to bleed every month, you now have the power to shift into a wolf? I couldn’t then. Now I don’t know if I even want her to know.”

  “Why? It’s her right, don’t you think?” Luc stood up and placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You didn’t hesitate to tell me. Hell, you scared the crap out of me that night, shifting into a wolf without warning me what the fuck you were doing!”

  Ulrich laughed out loud. “Got your attention, didn’t I?”

  “I guess you could say that. I just about shit my pants.”

  “Sorry, but you looked at me as if I’d lost my mind and I had to prove our existence. Besides, I didn’t care a whit about you or your psyche. All I cared about was your DNA. I needed you to start my pack. I’d dreamed about a secret force of shape-shifters ever since Camille took me through my first change from man to wolf. You were the only other Chanku I’d ever found and I hated your guts. Protecting your self-esteem was the last thing on my mind.”

  Luc shook his head, sobered by the memories of how they’d met. “Okay. I guess I can accept that. So, tell me what you expect me to do?”

  “There’s a major lack of good intelligence and always the risk of discovery. I am afraid I won’t have the information I need to keep my daughter safe. She’s an adult. There’s no way I can watch her every minute. Luc, I want you to protect her. The pack, as well as the true purpose of Pack Dynamics, is, so far, a well-kept secret, but at some point, somewhere, we will be found out. It’s inevitable. I have no idea how we’ll deal with that when it happens—and it will happen—but our work is too important to let fear of discovery put us out of business.”

  The same concerns kept Luc awake far too many nights. “I know. Can you imagine the uproar if someone gets proof of our existence? None of us would be safe.”

  “Agreed.” Ulrich raked his fingers through his white hair. “Just last month we had that reporter writing about werewolves in some tabloid. Next thing you know, he’s jumped off the Golden Gate. Might have solved our problem, except one of the cops thought he saw two wolves on the bridge, chasing the man, and he put that in his report. You get enough reports like that and someone’s going to start paying attention. One good thing about the incident is that’s how I discovered the existence of the Montana pack. I suspected others in the area; I’d sensed Chanku nearby on more than one occasion.” Ulrich paused. “I told you I made initial contact with their alpha male, Anton Cheval. He’s an amazing man with powers we can only imagine. I hope we can all meet at some point. There’s much we can learn from Cheval.”

  Ulrich stared into the brandy for a moment, as though considering his words. Finally, he looked back at Luc. “There’s something I didn’t tell you at the time, that the Montana pack leader’s mate is my niece. Her mother was Camille’s sister.”

  Luc felt a chill run the length of his spine. “Your niece? Why haven’t you ever mentioned her? Is the sister, her mother, still alive?”

  Ulrich shook his head and set his glass down on an end table. “No. She was the victim of a hit-and-run shortly before I lost Camille. Killed near the park, in fact, not far from where Camille died. I assumed her daughter had inherited the genes, but, like an idiot, I never followed through. I’ll admit I went a little crazy when Camille died. I had Tianna to worry about. I lost track of Keisha; to be honest, I never tried to keep in touch. Developing the pack consumed my life and I honestly forgot all about her.”

  Ulrich held his hands out, palms up, a helpless gesture Luc never would have associated with the man. “It was foolish. All these years, searching for more Chanku, and I never thought of my own damned niece. Then a few months ago I read the tabloid story about a werewolf attack, did some snooping, called in some markers, and got the identity of the rape victim. I recognized her name. It was all too coincidental, the werewolf-attack story and all. I figured, knowing Camille’s genetics and their relationship, she had to be Chanku.”

  “How many in their pack?”

  “Four. Two men, two women.”

  “All Chanku? Both men have mates?” Luc felt an ache deep in his gut at Ulrich’s slow nod.

  “My niece, Keisha, is a landscape architect. It appears she is the one who designed the memorial garden in Golden Gate Park.”

  There was no need to wonder which memorial Ulrich described. Every one of the pack had noticed the developing garden, drawn to it by the selection of grasses native to Tibet. Grasses every Chanku needed to help him shift.

  “So it wasn’t a chance selection of plants.” Luc recalled the attractive African-American woman directing the workers when the garden was under construction. Shouldn’t he have sensed her? Why hadn’t he noticed her basic nature?

  “As far as I know, my niece was unaware of her ability to shift. Keisha didn’t find out until she was assaulted. She shifted and killed her attackers.”

  “I remember reading about a dog attack in the Chronicle. The article said three men were killed by pit bulls, that it was some sort of gang retaliation.”

  “The paper got it wrong. The only publication that was even remotely close was the tabloid that ran the werewolf story.”

  Luc laughed. “You got me there. I don’t read tabloids.”

  “Neither do I, usually. This particular headline caught my eye. I’ve not gotten the details from my niece, but I intend to question her next time we meet.”

  “I wonder how the reporter got his information? I don’t know the entire story behind the guy’s death, but I can’t be sorry he’s gone.”

  Ulrich scraped his hands over his face. “I’m surprised we’ve maintained our anonymity this long. Luc, right now Tianna is my only weak point, the only way anyone can get to me short of outright killing me. She’s beautiful, she’s brilliant, and she’s vulnerable.”

  “She wouldn’t be so vulnerable if she knew the truth.” Luc’s soft words practically echoed in the quiet room.

  “That’s exactly why I’ve asked you to stay this evening.” Ulrich finished his brandy and set the glass on the mantel. He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I know you’re right. I trust you, Luc. If I’ve learned nothing else over the years, I’ve learned you are an honorable man who tells the truth. As for me, I will always see Tianna as a little girl. That’s wrong, and it’s unfair to her but that’s the way it is with fathers and daughters. Someday I hope you have a daughter of your own so you’ll understand what I’m saying. Tianna’s a woman now. I want you to get to know her as a woman, find out her strengths and her weaknesses. See if you think she’ll be able to handle the truth. Help her accept who she is. Luc, I want you to find a way to tell her.”

  “You realize what you’re asking, don’t you?”

  Ulrich nodded, but at least he was smiling. “I know. Don’t make me come right out and say it. I’m her father and she will always be my little girl. I’m not ready to think of her in a sexual relationship with anyone, including you. I’d rather just pretend it’s not happening. You haven’t seen her for a long time, Luc. She’s beautiful. She’s so much like her mother, it breaks my heart, but she’s an innocent.”

  At Luc’s look of surprise, Ulrich smiled. “Hell, I don’t know if she’s a virgin or not. That’s her business and, like I said, she’s a grown woman. I mean she’s innocent of her heritage, of her birthright. She’s twenty-six now. She’s all I’ve got left of her mother and I want her safe.”

  “Okay. Let’s get this straight.” Luc poured himself another snifter of brandy and took a long swallow, coughed, and sipped more cautiously the next time. Anger roiled i
n his gut and he fought the Chanku sense of hackles rising. “You want me to keep your daughter safe. She probably doesn’t remember me, she has never heard of the pack, she doesn’t have a clue that she’s not even a normal human, much less what Chanku is. She thinks you’re a retired cop dabbling in detective work with Pack Dynamics, not the commander of a top-secret government agency, and, on top of that, she doesn’t know that I’m the man who shot and killed her mother while Camille was running around Golden Gate Park in broad daylight as a wolf. Okay. Fine. And you expect me to do this how?”

  “Calm down. I know you, Lucien. You’ll think of a way to get through to her. You have to make her trust you. Take your time. Get her comfortable with the idea of Chanku, let her know her connection gently. You can do it.”

  “Yeah. Right. Before or after I tell her about her mother?” Luc definitely felt his hackles rise this time, a strange sensation in human form and not nearly as satisfactory.

  “Lucien, damnit! Calm down.”

  “How does she think her mother died?” Luc sat heavily on the couch. He’d known this day would eventually come. He’d never been able to get the vision of that beautiful little girl sleeping in her father’s arms out of his mind. Someday she would find out exactly what part Lucien Stone had played in her mother’s death.

  “She believes the story we fed to the papers, that Camille was the victim of a sexual assault and in her attempt to escape she was shot and killed by her attacker.”

  “How the hell did you manage that?” Luc stared at the carpet beneath his feet, reliving the horror of that day almost twenty years ago as if it had occurred this morning. “The entire time after it happened is a blur to me. It wasn’t until years later I realized I’d never even been questioned by my supervisor after I gave my initial report, much less any form of investigative panel. It was as if I’d never been there.”

  “As far as public record is concerned, you never saw my wife. I called in some markers, Luc. Leave it at that. You left the force, I retired. We made it all go away. I was a captain with twenty years’ service and times were different then. It was easier to keep things under wraps. Hell, now there’d be half a dozen videos from as many angles showing how Camille died.”