Newsletter Exclusives [Volume I] Page 10

  “’bye everyone!” Julian said, helping Roman carry his loot.

  Getting them up to their room, he watched them deposit that loot in the shared piggy bank that sat on the table between their twin beds. He and Tamsyn had offered to buy two, but after a quick conference, heads together, the boys had decided they’d be better off pooling their funds.

  Now, having made a last visit to the bathroom, they climbed into bed without help, but waited for him to pull the blankets up. Leaning down, he kissed each one of his sons in turn, smoothed the silky softness of their hair, his heart so huge with love that it was an ache in his chest. “No sneaking downstairs this time.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Smiling at the sweet chorus, he turned off the light—no leopard needed it to see in the dark—and walked out, leaving the door open so he’d hear them if they called out. “Goodnight, boys.”

  He knew if he came back in an hour, he’d find them in the same bed, curled up together in leopard cub form, claws carefully retracted to avoid damaging the superhero sheets they’d received from their grandmother.

  However, close as they were as siblings, they’d already developed unique personalities of their own. Julian was a bundle of energy, outspoken and with his leopard an inch from his skin, while Roman was a planner, an intensity to him that said he had a thousand thoughts going on in that small head of his.

  Together, they were hell on wheels. Jules came up with the “brilliant” ideas, while Rome figured out how to put those ideas into practice. Nate grinned, shaking his head at the way they’d not only retrieved the food coloring from the very back of the highest shelf in the pantry—their mother hadn’t been born yesterday—but created their own mud using soil dug up from one of the gardens Tamsyn had let lie fallow this year. His cubs weren’t stupid. They knew if they dug in their mother’s neatly kept vegetable patch, they’d be in so much trouble they wouldn’t get out of it until they were teenagers.

  Stifling a laugh, he pulled out his cell phone and skimmed down to the photo he’d taken of them before turning on the hose. Naked as the day they’d been born under the scarlet mud, arms flung around each other’s shoulders, they grinned in open glee at the camera. “That’s my boys.” He knew the twins would grow out of this kind of mischief as they got older, but Nate hoped they’d never lose their trust in, and love for one another.

  About to head down to the living room to rejoin the others, he felt his cell phone vibrate in his hand. The incoming message made his lips curve.

  How many times did our gorgeous babies sneak out of bed? Did you kiss them goodnight for me?

  Just once, and yes.

  Did you save a goodnight kiss for me?

  I saved two.

  Charmer. I love you. Be home in an hour.

  “Forty-five minute warning,” he said, sliding away the phone as he walked through the living room doorway.

  “In a hurry?” Bastien drawled, a very feline glint in his eye.

  “No offense, Bas, but you’re not my idea of a dream date.” As the others laughed, Nate retook his seat…and began to plan exactly how he’d pounce on his mate the instant she walked in the door.

  Inside him, his leopard flexed its claws, ready to play.

  Copyright © 2012 by Nalini Singh

  A Conversation

  Author’s Note: This takes place some time after Mine to Possess.

  A Conversation

  By Nalini Singh

  Teijan sucked back a beer and glanced at Zane, the sand warm against his bare feet. “Aneca’s growing up fast.”

  The other man leaned against the rocks and shook his head. “I blink and she’s bigger. I’m almost scared to look away.”

  “Never thought you’d make a doting daddy.” His fellow Rat had been as feral as they came, an animal barely contained in human skin. Until he’d found his mate. “Thank God for Rissa.”

  Zane clinked his bottle to Teijan’s. “She makes me want to be the man she sees in me.”

  “You’re succeeding.” Zane had gone from being a problem to Teijan’s right hand.

  “So, this alliance with the cats…”

  “Yeah.”

  Zane’s eyes gleamed in the night. “Not what we expected.”

  “No.” The truth was, no Rat had expected anything much from the alliance with DarkRiver. Teijan had made the promise in good faith, knowing that if he didn’t, DarkRiver would eliminate the Rats from the city. A harsh law, but one that maintained peace among predatory changelings. “They kept their word on the tunnels.”

  “Yes.” A pause. “First time we’ve ever had a place that’s truly ours.”

  Teijan understood. Despite the fact that they’d been in San Francisco longer than the cats, they’d never had the power to hold the entire city. As such, their residence had been precarious, all of them conscious that a bigger predator could come in and run them out without warning. “A permanent home—has a nice ring to it.”

  His Rats, of whom only four were actually changeling, had only ever known chaos and disdain. The human Rats had come Down Below because the world Above treated them like trash. He’d held them together, turned them into a unit, kept them alive. But he’d never expected that the alliance he’d made to keep them safe would change so many things. “Did you see that fax yesterday?”

  “Since when do we have a fax machine Down Below?”

  “Smart-ass.”

  A snort. “I saw it. They serious?”

  “Money’s in the account.”

  “Huh.”

  They both stared at the stars for a while.

  “Well,” Zane finally said, “if they’re serious, it’s going to be enough to send some of the kids Above for training we wouldn’t normally be able to afford.”

  “More than enough.” Teijan had already worked it out. “We’ll have enough left over this time around to expand the living quarters Down Below.”

  “This time around?” Zane all but choked. “What?”

  “You didn’t read the whole fax, did you?”

  “Aneca wanted to play tag.”

  Grinning at the image of tough, wild Zane patiently letting his baby girl catch him, Teijan filled him in. “Fax said they’re passing on a percentage of profits from deals that come about because of our intel. As long as those deals keep generating income, we keep getting a percentage. And if there are new deals…”

  Zane blew out a breath. “DarkRiver brings in serious money.”

  “And we helped make some of it.” Teijan’s pride in his people flowed through his veins. “We’re their eyes and ears on the ground. We hear of opportunities before anyone else. It’s only right they share the profits.”

  “But I bet you never thought they would.”

  Teijan shook his head. “Honestly? I never gave the idea any thought. I figured if they left us alone, then it was a good deal.” His people had been hurt and brutalized more than enough.

  “Guess the cats surprised us all.” Zane leaned back on the rock, looking up at the stars. “They all walk taller now, even those most afraid of going Above.”

  “We see ourselves as part of something bigger.” He’d saved so many, but to do so, he’d had to hide them, turn the Rats into a closed society. Now it was opening up, and the air was sweet, beautiful, full of hope. “There’s danger in that.”

  “If they go to war, so do we.” Zane’s tone was solemn. “I want to fight for my baby’s right to live, my mate’s right to survive.”

  “That was always true,” Teijan said. “But now the others, the ones without mates or children, even they’re ready.”

  “It’s not just about protecting our home,” Zane said quietly. “It’s about protecting the place we’re making for ourselves.”

  Teijan nodded. His Rats were more than the dregs of society now. They were turning into one of the most well-informed and well-organized spy networks in the country. Any alpha would be proud to call them his own.

  “Who woulda thought a pack of c
ats would keep their word to a bunch of Rats?” Zane mused.

  Teijan smiled. “I guess we won’t be needing those cat-traps after all.”

  Copyright © 2009 by Nalini Singh

  Stalking Hawke

  Author’s Note: I did a TV interview a while ago, and was asked if I could do some writing for a few shots. I started doodling randomly—and this fun little story is what emerged.

  I hope you enjoy this foray into the Psy-Changeling world!

  Stalking Hawke

  By Nalini Singh

  Hawke walked down the corridor, well aware he was being followed by stealthy little wolf paws—or paws that were trying to be stealthy in any case. Inside him, the wild predator who was his other half opened its mouth in a wolfish grin.

  Halting at the open doorway to Riley’s office, he poked his head inside. “Did you get the report?”

  A nod from his senior lieutenant. “You want to talk about it now?”

  “No. Let’s do it tonight—you still up for that?”

  “Absolutely.” Riley saluted him with his coffee mug. “Mercy is calling it Testosterone Night by the way.”

  “She’s just jealous because girls aren’t invited.” Grinning, he continued down the corridor, accompanied by the clicking of tiny claws on the stone of the den floor. They hesitated when he turned toward his own office and he could almost feel the keen disappointment that colored the air.

  Popping in quickly, he grabbed his sleek black sat phone and walked out again, careful to keep his back to the tracker on his trail. The little paws scampered to keep up with him, stopping only when he ran into Riaz.

  The dark-haired lieutenant raised an eyebrow. “You realize you have a tail?”

  “He’s not bad. Just needs a bit more seasoning.”

  Riaz’s eyes, a dark gold, filled with affectionate laughter. “Along with a few feet of growth.”

  Lips tugging up at the corners, Hawke said, “Pretend you don’t see him.”

  “See who?”

  As they talked Pack business, Hawke was very aware of sharp little wolf ears listening in. Once he and Riaz were done, he carried on down the corridor and to one of the exits into the White Zone, the safe play area directly outside the den. Heading to the trees, he stashed his phone in his jeans, stripped, and shifted into his wolf form.

  The paws behind him ran to follow as he shook his body to settle his new skin, the silver-gold of his fur rippling, then loped deeper into the forest. Aware the little tracker wouldn’t be able to keep up with even a fraction of his adult speed, he kept his pace at one the other wolf could maintain.

  Stopping at the edge of the waterfall nearest the den, he looked down at the froth of water, and after a moment, the owner of the stealthy paws padded up to stand beside him. The pup hadn’t yet gained his adult color, was still a soft brown as he leaned his body against Hawke’s, his small heart beating faster than an adult’s.

  Hawke growled a greeting before returning his gaze to the water.

  When he turned away from the crashing fall after several minutes, the pup fell in with him as they ran the short distance back to the den. Shifting to human form, Hawke pulled on his jeans and watched the pup change in a show of light and color. A little boy stood in front of him seconds later.

  “Did you see me?” Ben asked, pure delight in eyes that were still wolf-amber. “I stalkeded you!”

  “You did very well.” Hawke crouched down in front of the boy. “You’re an excellent tracker.” He wasn’t lying—for his age, Ben was very, very good. In point of fact, he was better than many older children. “Have you been practicing?”

  “Yes! I stalkeded Mama and Papa and even Uncle Judd!”

  Hawke ruffled the boy’s hair. “That’s what I used to do when I was younger. I’d follow my father all around the den.” His father had allowed him to believe he was getting away with it, as Hawke had just done with Ben—he wouldn’t be much of an alpha if he didn’t help raise the boy’s confidence in his own skills. “But you know you can’t try to stalk people out of the safe areas?”

  Ben nodded again. “And when they’re kissing. That’s boring.”

  Hawke bit back a laugh. “Yeah, kissing is pretty boring,” he agreed solemnly. “Go on back inside now. I have to head out of the White Zone.”

  “Okay. ’Bye!” Waving vigorously, Ben ran toward the doorway to the den, shifting halfway through into his pup form. Hawke’s smile grew deeper. No doubt, someone else would soon find themselves “stalkeded”.

  Copyright © 2013 by Nalini Singh

  A Gift for Kit

  Author’s Note: This short story comes after Hostage to Pleasure and before Branded by Fire.

  A Gift for Kit

  By Nalini Singh

  “Kit!”

  Kit pulled a pillow over his head.

  “Kit!”

  “What?”

  A wave of crackling energy and then the pillow was being yanked off his head. “Up and at ’em, little brother.”

  He snarled at Rina. “Do you have to be a morning person?”

  “Do you have to be a pain in the ass?” Perching on his bed, she reached over to muss up his hair.

  “Cut it out, I’m a soldier now.” But he didn’t move away.

  Rina grinned. “My baby brother, a soldier. My heart’s all aflutter.”

  “I’m going to bite you—after my nap. Go away.”

  Instead, Rina leaned over to give him a smacking kiss on the cheek. “Naw, you love me too much. Now get your lazy butt out of bed,” she said as she left the room.

  “Why? I’m off-shift.” And he was feline enough to enjoy lazing in bed. Especially since it was only—stirring himself a fraction, he focused on the wall clock—seven o’clock on a Saturday morning.

  “I have a surprise for you,” she called out from the kitchen.

  Curiosity spiked. Kit’s leopard wasn’t as inquisitive as some, but the word “surprise” definitely acted like catnip. As Rina well knew. “Is it a troop of naked dancing girls?”

  “Maybe. And I’m making you breakfast, so hurry before it gets cold.”

  His eyebrows rose. Rina was a tough-ass to the rest of the world, but she really did treat him as her baby brother—he’d always known she’d be there for him through hell itself. But despite that bond, she’d never coddled him. So the breakfast was a rare thing. Rare enough to have him seriously intrigued.

  Wide awake now, he got up, showered quickly, then dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt. Running a comb through his hair, he decided he was done and walked out to the smell of banana chocolate-chip pancakes. “Oh man,” he said, making a beeline for the plate Rina was putting on the table. “Whatever I did to make you happy, I promise to do it again every week.”

  She grinned, looking about fifteen with her long blonde hair tied up in a loose ponytail. “You tell anyone I was this nice, and I’ll put spiders in your bed.”

  “Hah.” He swallowed the mouthful he had. “I’m not scared of spiders.”

  “Yeah, yeah, tough guy.” Sliding into a seat across from him, she made quick work of her own breakfast. “You done?”

  He nodded. “I’ll clean up since you cooked.”

  “Leave it for now.” Jerking her head toward the door, she got up. “Let’s go for a drive, handsome.”

  Wondering at her mood, he laced up his boots and followed. When he went to the driver’s side door, she rolled her eyes and got into the passenger seat. He hated being driven, and though Rina was a dominant, too, this was one thing she’d learned wasn’t worth fighting over. “Where to?”

  “Waterfall Alley.”

  Smiling at the thought of the beautiful patch of forest they’d named as children, he settled in and took the manual controls.

  “So,” he said as they drove through the early-morning fog, “how’s it going with the cub who has a crush on you?”

  She groaned. “Shut up.”

  “You guys would make a cute couple—you’d probably have to teach
him some moves though.”

  “Keep it up, hotshot.” Her cat came through loud and clear in her voice.

  Laughing, he continued to drive through the beautiful Yosemite valley, the trees softened by whispers of mist. “So, you still reporting to Dorian?”

  “Yeah.”

  “How’s it going?” He knew she’d had problems with Barker—the guy had fallen for her, and Rina was too strong to accept direction from a man who’d let her take the reins in another area of life.

  She made a humming sound of contentment. “He busts my balls on a regular basis.”

  “Er, Reen? You don’t have those.”

  “According to some, I do. Big brass ones.” She grinned. “Dorian’s okay. He knows his stuff. If I could shoot like him…”

  “You don’t have the patience.” A cool, analytical part of his brain knew the strengths and weaknesses of everyone in DarkRiver. “But you have the skill and aptitude to be an exceptional front-line fighter.”

  “That’s what Dorian said.” She shot him a piercing look. “You’re growing up Kit-ten.”

  He growled.

  Smiling, she leaned back in her seat. “You wouldn’t have said something like that a year ago.”

  “A year ago, I thought I was hot shit.” Pulling up to the designated parking area, he got out and they took the familiar trail. “I love this, being out here.” His leopard stretched out, happy, playful. “Want to go for a run after?”

  “Yeah.” This time, her smile held an edge of sadness.

  He put an arm around her. “Hey, what’s up?”

  “Not yet.”

  They walked in silence until they reached the fallen log that was their personal marker. From there, they could see out over the entire valley, shrouded in mist and beauty.

  “When you were a sprout,” Rina said, sitting beside him on the log, “and I was twelve, Dad told me something.”

  “Yeah?” Kit’s chest tightened at the memory of his father’s grizzled face.