York (Skin Walkers Book 9) by Bliler Susan

Author:Bliler, Susan [Bliler, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Susan A Bliler
Published: 2014-05-29T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Trepidation seeped through York as he carried his unconscious mate down the darkened stairwell Rohm had led him to near the back of a darkened alley. The Keeper’s den was similar to a Megalya hive. Strange that the two species would nest in a similar fashion.

As they descended, he questioned the logic of taking his Angel into the domain of an unknown species, but Rohm had helped him defeat the Megalya and that had to count for something. He hoped!

As inconspicuously as possible, York shifted Sky in his arms and reached over to his paracord combat bracelet. All members of his team wore them. They were the perfect façade for the tracking device nestled inside the clip. He pressed the button, activating the device. He wasn’t going to take any more chances. Once the device was activated back in Montana, Tyce and Monroe would both get the signal that a Walker needed assistance and the location of said Walker. The Skin Walker cavalry was on its way.

York was tense as the stairs led deeper and deeper. They descended until only a pinpoint of light shone from the entryway above.

“Come,” Rohm growled as he turned down a darkened corridor.

Partially shifting to bear form, York kept his hold on Sky gentle as he inhaled great lungs-full of air, sifting through the scents. He scented Rohm, and…many more like him. He lifted Sky a little higher, thankful that he’d at least gifted her with his halo. Now, she bore his scent, and if these Keepers were anything like Walkers, it’d be enough to discourage any male interest. But it wasn’t a complete claiming. Yes, he’d had the gift of her body before gifting her with his halo, but it wouldn’t be complete until he’d claimed her, body and soul, now that she was wearing his band. She slightly scented of him now, but once he made love to her while she wore his halo, his very essence would be imprinted on her. There’d be no mistaking who she belonged to.

Rohm drew to a halt in an empty room that reminded York of a dingy cellar. It even smelled like moist stone.

To his left, the darkness swirled, and he partially shifted once more, now using his lion’s eyes. A figure was there. A man. Several other shadows drew forth, and he breathed in the scent of many males mixed with the scent of varying animals.

One figure stepped forward. His predatory grace was similar to that of a Walker and surprisingly, his eyes were a near-perfect match for York’s own. That’s where the similarities ended. Straight black hair hung loose to the Keeper’s waist. Deeply tanned skin was taut over high cheek bones. He almost looked like RedKnife…of Native American ancestry.

“Fatal,” Rohm addressed him. “This is a Skin Walker.”

Fatal stopped and eyed York and the burden in the Walker’s arms. “What is a Skin Walker?”

“Similar to us,” Rohm answered for York, “but they become a Soul Sentry.”

The information drew more Keepers from the darkness. The men stood at similar heights, close to York’s 6’6”, but their coloring was all different.

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