Harvest Moon by C.L. Bevill

Author:C.L. Bevill
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal, shifter, cat clan, moon trilogy
Publisher: C.L. Bevill

Chapter Seven

A lame cat is better than a swift horse when rats infest the palace. – Proverb

“You’ve been looking for me,” the voice said.

“Martinez,” Wheeler said frigidly. He’d heard the voice on the tape that the Eurasian lynx had made of Emma’s call. He’d listened to it a hundred times since then trying to find any clues to their identities and whereabouts.

“Si,” the man on the other end said.

“You’ve taken something that doesn’t belong to you,” Wheeler said precisely. His voice was like shattered granite. If he could have reached through the phone and peeled the flesh from the were’s bones he would have done it without hesitation.

“You mean the little ocelot,” Martinez mused. “She didn’t smell of your scent. How was I to know that she was yours.”

“And the other one,” Wheeler said.

“Poca Sage,” Martinez said curiously. “Not yours. I turned her. She’s all mine. I told your little kitty that I would keep that one for myself.”

Donovan was listening. He could hear Martinez just as though the were was speaking to him personally. He quickly jotted a message on a pad and showed it to Wheeler: We’ll get his family. Don’t threaten him yet.

Wheeler nodded. “I want Emma back. You’ll tell me where she is.”

Martinez paused on the other end of the line, ruminating. “It occurs to me that in allowing your Emma to make her phone call that you know more about me than was advisable.”

“It should occur to you.”

“The Colorado Cat Clan has a long reach,” Martinez said. “There was the incident with the Whitelaw werewolves. It seems as though a great number of them simply vanished and it has been attributed to the Cat Clan.”

“Bad things happen to bad people,” Wheeler said ambiguously. “It’s a trite statement but true nonetheless. It’s applicable to our kind. Bad things also happen to bad weres.”

“There were two incidents with the Whitelaws,” Martinez said contemplatively. “One involved dragons, elves, and black magicks. Your reach seems longer than I would have initially imagined.”

Martinez was clearly not afraid of being traced through his phone call. There was an actual number listed on the Caller ID. It wouldn’t be difficult to find out where it originated from. “We’ve made alliances with all kinds of otherworlders,” Wheeler said, hoping that Martinez was clever enough to understand the vast threat against him. “Some of your blood was left at Cherry Creek Lake.”

Blood was used in various magicks and could be readily used against Martinez if Wheeler wanted to call in favors. He’d been considering doing just that.

“Various friends in Mexico have called me recently,” Martinez said, ignoring the menace. “There have been questions about me. It occurs to me that you might take the theft of your were very personally.”

“It is personal,” Wheeler acknowledged.

“A deal perhaps?” Martinez suggested.

“What deal?”

“I keep Sage,” he said smoothly. Martinez had been thinking about the potential threats against him. It meant that there were people in Mexico that could be used as bait or bargaining material. “I give you back Emma Lucia.

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