Kodiak Bloodlines - The Complete Series (2 page)

“I don’t get it either but he looks like he is telling the truth and he is identical to Noah in every way.” Sonja said looking at her sister. She finally grabbed Jordan’s shoulders and gave her a light shake. “Hey. Are you ok?”

“No. Get rid of him Sonja. I can’t do this.” Jordan’s large brown eyes were almost pleading with her sister.

Sonja watched the sorrow that washed over her sister’s face. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it. Why don’t you take off and I will close up tonight.”

“Ok, I’m going to talk to Mamma Sable. I’ll see you later tonight at home.”

She watched Sonja return to the bar as she grabbed her purse from her office. Jordan fished out her keys and retreated to the back exit located next to her office. She jumped in her orange and black Camaro and sped out of the parking lot heading to her family home that she shared with her sister and Mama Sable. Her head was whirling, lost in her thoughts of the last two months of her life that Jude had just stirred up. When she got home she immediately called out for Mamma Sable but the house was empty.

*****

Beads of sweat covered her face. Her long blonde hair a tangled mess and her tank top damp when she finally woke screaming in her bed and sat up. Her chest was heaving as she tried to steady her breathing. Jordan batted her eyes letting them adjust to the dark room.
Jesus Christ
she whispered to herself.

She chanted the same old mantra in her head, “It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream.”

Lying back down, she turned and glimpsed at the clock on her nightstand. 4:30am. Her head fell back down on her pillow...she couldn’t get the image of Jude out of her head, or should she say Noah’s image.

Chapter 2

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Rolling over in bed her arm came up and rested on her forehead. She slowly opened her eyes feeling the onslaught of the sun’s heat that poured in from her bedroom window. Jordan’s thoughts drifted to the night before, to the image of Jude.

She had so many questions and she wanted answers. If Mamma Sable didn’t have them, then she would go directly to Alpha Lennox.

She swung her long shapely legs over the bed and stood stretching. She looked over at the clock.
Shit,
she had slept in. It was already 9:30am.

Wearing only a tank top and a pair of silk shorts she opened her bedroom door and padded down the hallway to the kitchen. She could smell the rich aroma of coffee that was brewing and the chatter as she turned left, walking through a set of swinging doors that led into the kitchen.

“Morning honey.” The old woman said.

Sable’s hair was white as snow and she had it pulled off her face and tied into a bun at the nape of her neck. Jordan’s eyes studied the weathered lines that consumed the woman’s face as she watched her frown. “Jordan, there are many things that you do not know and will not understand. You still haven’t come into your own yet. You’re only 21.”

“What the hell does that mean?” She asked raising her voice at Mamma Sable.

Mamma Sable rose from her chair and lifted her hand, pointing it at Jordan. Sonja watched as the woman’s eyes changed from bright emerald green to balls of red. Within a few seconds she watched her sister’s body slam into the kitchen wall.

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me or question my authority. You will listen to what I say and accept it for what it is. Is that understood?” Sable snarled as her eyes started to return to normal and she slowed her breathing.

Jordan could feel the release of her body that was pinned to the wall come loose. She shook her shoulders and narrowed her eyebrows at the woman.

Is that clear?” Mamma Sable asked raising an eyebrow.

“Fuck! Crystal clear!” She spat at the woman who had cared for her since she was seven years old. As she started to walk out of the kitchen she turned and said, “Out of 14 years, you have never used your powers on us! Don’t ever do that again or I’m gone! Is that clear?!”

Chapter 3

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Both women watched as Jordan stormed out of the room and just before she disappeared through the doors Mama Sable yelled out, “Jordan, I’m sorry.”

Sonja sat there quietly watching the woman that had come to be their guardian for so long. She lightly shook her head as she picked up her mug and took a sip.

“What?” The old woman asked.

“Why would you do that? She has every right to ask those questions and so do I?” Sonja said with an innocent frown. She leaned into her chair taking a deep breath.

Mamma Sable got up out of her chair and walked over to the sink. She placed her mug under the faucet and rinsed it out and placed in the sink. Turning around, she almost lost her balance and fell. Sonja jumped out of her chair and ran to the old woman and helped her to the chair. Sonja watched Mamma Sable catch her breath and what looked like the life completely drained from the old woman’s face.

“What is it Mamma?” Sonja asked looking concerned. “What aren’t you telling us?” Sonja placed her fingers under Sable’s chin and raised the woman’s chin so she could see her face. She watched a sole tear fall from the woman’s eye and roll down her cheek.

“I’m so sorry Sonja. It’s not time yet. I have told your sister what she needs to know for the time being. That is all I am entitled to say. Trust me honey. Please.” The old woman asked laying a hand on Sonja’s arm.

Sonja took a step closer and wrapped her arms around Mamma Sable. “I do trust you, we both trust you with our lives. You have taken care of us all these years and the last thing I would think is that you would let any harm come to us.”

She released the elderly woman but still hung on to her shoulders. “Are you ok?”

“I’ll be fine. I just need to rest.”

“I’m going to talk to Jordan. I’m sure you can understand why she is so upset.”

“Of course I do. I only learned of Jude coming home yesterday. I wasn’t prepared for either of your questions and got flustered. I didn’t mean to use my powers. Please tell her I’m sorry.”

Sonja laid a gentle kiss on the woman’s forehead and said, “I will. Now go rest.” Sonja released her arms and left the kitchen and headed for Jordan’s bedroom.

*****

Sonja knocked gently on Jordan’s door. Hearing nothing she opened the door and peeked her head in to see her sister slipping on a pair of jeans that rested on her hips.

“What are you doing?” Sonja asked stepping in and shutting the door behind her. She walked over to the bed and sat down as Jordan slipped on a pink tank top. “I’m going to Lennox’s house. If Mamma Sable doesn’t want to tell me anything than I will get it from the horse’s mouth.”

“Jesus Jordan. Why can’t you just let things be! She is holding back for a good reason. Mamma Sable would never hurt us. She loves us.”

Jordan whipped around, her long blonde hair flying in her face. She grabbed it with both hands and pulled it back off her face and began tying it into a tight ponytail. “Then why the hell did she do that in the kitchen? Hmmm. Explain that!” Jordan barked as she walked over to the armoire in the corner of her room.

“Jordan!” Sonja raised her voice.

“What?”

Sonja patted the spot beside her on the bed. “Come and sit for a minute. Please.”

Jordan’s eye’s narrowed as she looked at her sister. She was tired of being angry all the time. She sat next to her sister and took a deep breath.

“Look I get that you’re upset. You loved Noah with every ounce and he was supposed to be your mate for life but he’s gone. You need to accept things for what they are.” Sonja searched her sister’s face and watched the anger wash away as the pain and hurt consumed her. Jordan’s eyes filled with tears and it was as though the faucet was instantly turned on. The tears rolled down her face in streams. “It’s ok to cry Jordan. Jesus.” She said in a whisper pulling her sister into a bear hug.

Sonja could only imagine what her older sister was going through. It had only been a two months since the accident. They were all living with the Warren pack in Willow, Alaska. They had their own quarters with Mamma Sable and lived there for over 14 years. Jordan was to mate with Noah on the first full moon of her 21st birthday allowing her animal side to emerge. However two weeks prior to Jordan’s birthday they were both walking to work and took a shortcut through the woods when they found Noah’s body ripped to shreds. There was two very large panthers hovering over Noah’s body, there muzzles covered in blood.

They both ran...ran for their lives.

Chapter 4

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Jordan had sat in her sister’s arms and cried for a long time. When Sonja finally left, she agreed that she would not go to Alpha Lennox to get answers. They would quietly wait and let things fall into place as time went by. Mamma Sable had always told them as young children to have patience, that it would pay off in the most important times of their lives. She hoped that the old woman was right as she curled up on her bed and drifted off into a restless sleep.

*****

The scent of flames and smoke hung heavy in the air, causing Jordan and Sonja to drop the firewood they were told to collect. They could hear the distant screams and shouting. What was happening? Panic filled the young pup's hearts as they turned and rushed back to the pack den.

"Mama! Papa!" Jordan called out, ignoring the cold of the snow that crunched through her human feet. She could feel her little sister holding on to her tightly.

The screams and shouting had stopped. It was too silent. Far too silent, and Jordan couldn't reach her parents' minds; it was as if everything was an empty void when she reached out to them. She should have shifted to make it home faster. She should have listened to her other self's instincts that told her something was wrong. She should have never left in the first place.

"Alpha Papa! Mama Alpha!" She brushed through the trees, her heart pounding in her head as she suddenly stopped, her eyes full of pure devastation and horror at the sight that lay before her. Her sister clung to her waist. The den, the manor that sheltered the entire pack, it wasn't just burnt down to ashes and charred wood. Her friends, her family, everyone laid dead in the snow, their blood staining the white snow a blanket of red. She covered her sensitive nose as she moved closer warily with her little sister in tow, fighting a battle within herself not to retch and not to cry.

What caused this...?

Who would do this...?

A familiar smell wandered into her covered nostrils, making her snap her head toward it and take off into a sprint, "Mama?! Papa?!"

“Jordan! Wait!” Sonja ran crying as she tried to keep up with her big sister.

Jordan finally stopped, seeing their bodies that replicated the others in their lifeless state. The tears that were fighting against her will finally won as Jordan fell to her knees at their limp bodies and screamed, "NO! Mama...papa..." She reached out with shaky hands toward their bodies, scared to touch them in fear and denial that -that was them, "No...No...No!"

Sonja, only 6 sat beside her sister in the snow, crying uncontrollably as Jordan touched their heated fur and she wiped the ash of her parents' pelts and her 7-year-old form shook violently against them before she leaned back and cried in agony.

"Why?!?" Her cries echoed into the night sky as they soon turned into howls.

Jordan felt a hand on her shoulder and she whipped around and looked into the eyes of an older woman that hovered over them. Her eyes scanned the elderly woman’s blood soaked clothing and then heard her whisper, “Everything will be ok child.”

Her body violently shook when Jordan sat up in bed and she screamed at the vision. She could feel the sheen coat of sweat that covered her forehead and body as she blinked her eyes open. She gulped at the air trying to breathe. She closed her eyes in an effort to try and calm herself. She chanted the mantra, “It was just a dream...it was just a dream.”

Jordan’s eyes whipped to her door when it flew open and her vision took in the sight of Sonja and Mamma Sable.

Both women went to her bedside. “Are you ok Jordan?” Sonja asked.

Mamma Sable grabbed her and held her in a tight hug. “Everything’s going to be ok child. It was just a nightmare.”

Jordan tried to catch her breath as she pulled away from Sable. “What did you just say?” She asked pausing for a second. “That is exactly what you said to us when you found us.”

“So. I say that to you both all the time.” Mamma Sable raised an eyebrow confused.

“Why were you covered in blood when you found us? I remember that now. You were covered from head to toe in bright red blood.” Jordan said jerking her body away from the woman.

“Jordan! It was just a dream. A memory. I still have them too.” Sonja whispered trying to calm her sister.

“No! I have had the same nightmare for 14 years. There was more to this one. Why Mamma Sable?” Jordan demanded.

“Honey, I was covered in blood but not head to toe. The majority of the pack was slaughtered. I was trying to help and see who was still alive and who was dead. I probably transferred blood onto my clothes when I was going through the bodies.”

“But I don’t remember us ever having a main manor in Palmer, Alaska. There was the den and a main manor in my dream.”

“Honey, your mind is playing tricks on you. It was just a dream.” The woman tried to convince her.

Jordan got off the bed and placed a hand on her forehead. It didn’t make sense to her. Nothing did anymore. The visions and dreams were coming to her more frequently now and she had no idea why. When she tried to piece everything together, they just didn’t fit with the story they were always told. Turning around she looked at Mamma Sable and Sonja and smiled. “I think I’m losing it. Meeting Jude last night was a shock and my dreams are playing tricks on me. I just need some air I think.”

Chapter 5

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It was Friday night and the Coyote was jammed packed. Jordan had a full staff on and she was still running the floor with the other waitresses like a mad woman. Sonja was behind the bar with four of her top bartenders. They had an hour to go before they closed and it just couldn’t come soon enough.

Jordan was bent over a table, washing down the top when she felt someone grab the cheek of her ass through her jeans. She stood and barrelled around with all her weight and backhanded a slimy looking man in the face. She watched as he tumbled back, but that wasn’t good enough for her. She ran towards him, grabbing him by his neck and pushed him to the wall so hard she almost cracked the panel. Jordan could feel the heat rise to a dangerous level in her face and her body tingled everywhere when she suddenly felt like she was on fire. Her nails dug into the man’s throat like a death grip and she watched as the blood started to slide down his neck.