Whispers of Darkness (The Deadwood Hunter Series) (23 page)

“House cats! The lot of you!” Lexia called, she bent and picked up a ball of snow ignoring the bite of cold on her skin.

Rolling the ball tightly in her hands, Lexia set up her throw and watched as the snowball spun through the air, hitting Lincoln in the side. He paused and turned to growl at her as she bent over with laughter. Caden noticed his second’s distraction and leapt on him; they landed in a heap on the ground.

Lexia threw more snowballs at them as they chased each other about. When a ball hit Caden square in head, they all turned on her. Lexia squealed and started to run up the other side of the valley. Even if she wasn’t still sore she’d have struggled to run faster than the cats in the snow, their small light footfalls skimmed over the ground and soon Lexia was knocked to the floor. She rolled over, laughing, “Okay, okay, you win, you win!”

She got to her feet and started walking again. “Still looked like a bunch of kittens playing, though.”

All three cats growled at her.

“What? Very cute kittens,” she laughed.

When they were nearer the road, Lincoln and Caleb took to the trees to check the area. Lexia and Caden stayed hidden in a cluster of trees. Lexia sunk to the floor, not caring about getting her jeans wet and leaned her head back against a tree. She closed her eyes and tried to cling to the happy feelings she’d felt not so long ago when she’d watched the cats playing in the snow. But it was no use, she knew the end was coming, her instincts were never wrong. It was as if her subconscious could feel her mother closing in. Time was running out and she’d still not thought of a way out of this mess. Could she kill her mother? She knew deep down the answer was yes, she’d kill her without a second’s thought if it meant keeping Lincoln alive, but it wouldn’t be easy. Lucy hadn’t stayed in charge all these years by being a weak, easy target. And again that question played in her mind,
who paid for all of her experiments and how had she stayed hidden all these years?

A wet nose touched her face. Lexia opened her eyes to find Caden’s green leopard eyes watching her intently, concern and worry in them.

“I’m okay, sweet leopard, don’t worry.”

He spun around, ready to pounce as her black panther walked into their hiding spot.

“All clear, my pretty panther?” Lexia asked, climbing to her feet. He nodded his head in return.

“Okay then, let’s get the hell out of here and get those car heaters on.”

They made it to the Jeep, all three men shifted and slung on clothes. Lexia saw her backpack and climbed into the front, holding it against her. It was just a bag and a few things from her house but it was the only thing she had left that said ‘I was once normal, I once had a family and went to school.’

“Ready?” Caleb asked, climbing into the driver’s seat.

“How’d you manage to get him to let you drive?”

“Please. I was his father’s second for years. I know how to handle Turner men,” he answered.

He started the car and pulled away, within minutes the jeep had maneuvered through the forest and out onto the road. Lexia turned the heating up full blast and held her fingers near the vents. She sighed as the feeling came back into them.

“Better?” Lincoln asked her, his fingers brushing her back.

“Mmm, what I really want to do it put my feet up to the heat.”

“I’d rather not smell your feet,” Caden muttered.

Laughing, the four of them travelled down route 90, the further down the road they got the more relaxed they became. After about ten minutes on the road, Lexia pushed her chair back a bit and closed her eyes.
We really made it!
She thought as the Jeep swerved sharply, slamming her head into the window.

Her eyes snapped open and she turned in her seat to see a black SUV following them and another up beside them, trying to run them off the road.

“Put your foot down!” Lincoln growled.

Glass shattered as bullets were fired through the window, Lexia screamed and covered her face as the glass sliced into her skin. The car swerved sharply again, narrowly missing the SUV that was trying to ram into the Jeep.

“There are guns in the back!” Caleb shouted. Turning the car sharply again, it slid and spun in the icy snow but he righted and put his foot down on the gas.

Caden crawled back out of the back, tossing a gun at Lexia and handing one over to Lincoln. Lincoln immediately started to fire at the SUV by their side, they returned fire; Lexia felt a bullet whizz past her head, the air whispering against her cheek.

She felt anger and frustration begin to swirl around her, it set her blood on fire and as the Hunter took over her a feral cry ripped from her lips. She’d had enough of this being shot at and attacked, constantly putting the people she cared for in danger. She’d not fired many guns but when she held this one up, her body shaking with rage but her hand deadly still, she knew the bullet would find its target. Her breath left her slowly and her finger squeezed the trigger. Lexia took note of Caleb’s eyes widening in fear as the gun went off near his head but the bullet just whizzed past him, out the shattered window, and into the head of the driver of the SUV.

The SUV beside them slowed but as it did, it swerved towards them as the other passenger tried to get control. The nose of the car clipped the back end of the Jeep causing it to slide from the road. On any other day Caleb probably would have stayed in control but today, ice and snow covered the roads and the Jeep flipped.

The moment the Jeep left the road, Lexia felt all her power drain from her veins as fear choked her. The Jeep flipped over and over; it felt like an eternity, watching glass and things from the back being flung around the car, feeling her body being battered against metal, hearing the car being smashed as it rolled over and over until they hit a tree and she came to a stop hanging upside down, blood trickling across her cheek.

For a moment Lexia just hung there, blood rushing to her brain, throbbing against her skull. There was a ringing in her ears and quiet groans coming from Caleb hanging beside her.

“Lincoln?” she whispered, trying to turn her head to look behind her, but he didn’t respond. She started to panic; it crawled over her skin, twisted her insides and crushed her lungs until she couldn’t breathe. “Lincoln?” she called louder, but still he never answered. “Lincoln? Caden?”

Caleb moaned quietly beside her.

“Caleb, are you okay?” He turned his head to look at her; blood covered half his face, it dripped freely onto the Jeep’s roof. “Oh god, Caleb,” she whispered, reaching for him.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Can you reach your knife and cut me free?”

“Okay,” Lexia reached into her boot above her and pulled her ruby covered knife free. She gently sliced it across Caleb’s seatbelt being careful not to catch him; he fell with a thump to the floor.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

His mouth opened to answer when hands reached into the car and pulled him through the smashed window.

Lexia screamed. Slicing the knife through her belt too, she fell hard and her head swam as she sat up. She could hear growls and hisses coming from outside the Jeep, a leopard’s hind leg brushed up against the window before pushing off to attack.

“Lincoln? Linc?” Lexia said, trying to climb into the back.

He murmured something unintelligible.

“Linc, please be okay.”

His head moved this time, finding her. “Cut me free,” he croaked.

Lexia crawled further into the back, reaching out with her knife but as she swiped with her hand, someone’s hand closed around her ankle. A strangled squeak escaped her and her eyes widened as she was pulled backwards, her head hit the floor making her blackout for a second. When her eyes focused again she was being dragged through Caleb’s window. Her hand reached out blindly, desperately trying to hold onto something. When she found nothing to cling to, Lexia twisted onto her back and kicked out with her leg.

She felt her foot connect with a head and slammed her foot over and over but still the hand wouldn’t let go.

A soft golden glow filled the car for a second and then her panther was climbing over her and leaping through the broken window, snarling for blood.

Lexia scrambled back into the Jeep and into the back. “Caden?” She reached up to touch his face but he didn’t respond. Her fingers found his hands dangling down. Feeling for a pulse, she let out a breath when she found the steady beat under her fingers.

She cut him free and tried to cushion his drop. The back of his head was soaked in blood and a piece of metal had lodged itself into his side. Lexia braced herself and slammed both feet into the door but it didn’t move. This side of the Jeep had been crushed and the window wasn’t big enough to crawl through. She glanced into the front and contemplated dragging Caden out that way but it wouldn’t be easy. She looked around, feeling dazed and strangely detached. The sounds of fighting from outside drifted through the smashed windows reminding Lexia time was running out.

She spotted her bag in the front and reached for it, slinging it over her shoulder. Sliding the gun into the back of her jeans, Lexia tried again to kick open the door.

“Damn it!” she yelled when it would only move a few inches; snow had been compacted against it.

She tried to wake Caden again. “Hey Doc, wake up. I need you,” she said, stroking his face.

That’s when she heard the sound of gas catching fire and the feral cry from her panther.

“Fuck!” she muttered, and slammed her foot harder into the door but still it only moved a little. “Fuck, fuck it where is my power when I need it?” she yelled.

Lexia dragged Caden closer towards her, the car was getting hot quickly, when she heard Caleb’s voice shouting, frantic and wild, “Lexia, the explosives GET OUT NOW!” She felt power ripple through her and slammed into the door again; it moved this time but not enough.

As she started to slam both feet into the metal she felt the door move away from her, heard the sound of groaning metal. Hands gripped her legs and pulled her out.

“Caden!” she screamed, trying to keep a hold of him and pull him free as well but she lost her grip and his head flopped limply from the car, blood staining the snow red. Lexia looked to the person holding her and saw only gold eyes. She thrashed violently trying to get free but his grip was too strong and he flung her away from the vehicle.

“No! Caden, CADEN!” she screamed as flames engulfed the back end of the Jeep.

The Hunter who’d flung her ran back to Caden. Lexia dragged herself to her feet running and screaming to leave him alone, when the Hunter turned and she recognized his face.

“Get down!” he yelled at her as he threw Caden away and leapt on top of him as the Jeep exploded.

The blast knocked Lexia off her feet, her head blurred and all she could hear was a high pitched ringing. She tried to stand but the world tilted and she nearly vomited. She glanced around her in confusion, her hands touching her spinning head. Her panther was down, burning debris all around him, but Caleb was still fighting, his savage leopard teeth ripping out Hunter’s throats as they came at him again and again.

Crawling forward, her hands digging into the snow she reached Caden an
d rolled the Hunter off him. The Hunters back was all burnt, bits of his shirt stuck to his skin, she swore she heard his skin sizzle as it hit the snow.

“Why?” she asked Derrick.

“You’re welcome,” he murmured, a slight smile on his lips before passing out.

“Cade? Caden can you hear me?” she said, rubbing her hand against his cheek, “Cade, please, you need to move.”

He groaned, his eyes opening just a fraction. “Lexi?” he whispered.

“Yes, we’re in trouble, you need to move.’

A strangled roar made Lexia’s head whip around. When the world righted itself Lexia saw Caleb pinned down by three Hunters.

Pulling the gun from her waist, Lexia fired the last bullets into the Hunters, killing them all. She dragged herself to her feet, swaying she pulled her knife from her boot and prepared to fight. But no one came for her. Glancing around she saw the SUV wasn’t very far from the Jeep, its front end wrapped around a tree. The driver was half out the window screen and the other Hunters dead. Her eyes landed on Derrick still passed out after saving Caden.
Why did he save Caden?

“Caleb, can you carry Cade?” she called to him, he shifted and walked over.

“Sure, I’ll die from the cold before I pass out from these wounds. What’s the plan?”

He looked at her, waiting for her answer but she had no idea. They were out in the middle of nowhere, with the snow and ice on the roads they’d be lucky to find someone to help them, and now all their supplies and clothes were blown up with the car.

“Back into the forest, I guess,” Lincoln started to drag himself over to her. His hind leg was badly injured, he was just dragging it limply behind him leaving a grizzly red trail in the snow. “Shift, baby, and I’ll help you walk.”

With her shoulder under his arm and Caden still unconscious slung over Caleb’s back, they started to walk into the trees. Lexia walked past Derrick not even noticing him. His hand reached out and wrapped around her ankle. Startled Lexia snatched her foot away, looking down at him. “Please... Take me with you,” he croaked, and for a split second Lexia was certain the gold of his eyes dulled.