Mercy Thompson 06 - River Marked

Adam, probably thinking I was still off balance, put a hand on my shoulder to steady me.
    Calvin climbed off his step stool, put his lighter in his pocket, and folded up the stool. “I’m going to take this over to the parking lot. Meanwhile, Uncle Jim asked me to tell you that you need to take the shape of your beasts.”
    “Do you know what Coyote has us doing?” I asked.
    Calvin dropped his eyes. “No.”
    I snorted before he could say anything. “Don’t bother. You are without a doubt the worst liar I have ever met. Good for you. But you might keep it in mind and compensate for it. Cultivate a mysterious air and don’t answer the things that might tempt you to lie.” That was what Bran did. Even Bran couldn’t lie to a werewolf. I didn’t think he could anyway.
    “How long do we have?” Adam asked. “Walkers may be able to flash between shapes, but I take more time.”
    “I didn’t know. Sorry. I should have told you before I started on the lights.”
    “If they want us here, they’ll wait for us,” I told Adam.
    “Yeah,” Calvin agreed. “I’m pretty sure that this ceremony needs both of you.” He took a step away from us, then stopped. “Hey, Fred told me you were asking about deaths on the Columbia. He asked me to check into it, so I asked a friend of mine who’s a cop on the river. He told me that in the past three weeks there have been twenty-six people who are presumed drowned between the John Day Dam and the one at The Dalles, not including the family of four that was reported missing late this afternoon when their car was found at a state park on the Oregon side of the Columbia. That’s more people than we’ve lost on the river in the last five years combined.”
    “What family?” I asked.
    “A stockbroker and his elementary-teacher wife and their two young children,” he told me.
    “Lee and Janice Morrison.” The dream had been real. I could have done something about it. Surely I could have done something.
    “That’s right. Did you see today’s paper?”
    Adam’s hand was on my shoulder. “How long had they been missing?” he asked.
    “Two days.”
    Before my dream. I’d seen something that had happened in the past. No chance of doing anything. It should have made me feel better, but it didn’t.
    “I think,” said Adam softly, “it is safe to say that this is something that needs to be hunted down and killed.”
    Calvin nodded. “Word is that there is an FBI team working on the idea that we have some sort of serial killer on the loose. They’re being quiet so far; they don’t want to encourage the killer or panic anyone. My buddy was pretty interested in why I was asking. I told him it was because of Benny and Faith.” He looked at me. “That way I wasn’t lying to him.”
    “Let’s go change,” I said. I didn’t want to think about Janice and her family anymore. They were gone, and there was nothing I could do for them.

    HAD WE BEEN HOME WITH THE WOLF PACK AROUND, we’d just have stripped and changed, but I wasn’t comfortable stripping in front of strangers anymore. Even if I’d been willing to, Adam would not change in public.
    Bran had requested the wolves refrain from changing where others could see. The werewolves were beautiful—but the change is horrific. No sense in scaring people with what they were, Bran said, not when the wolves were still trying to be tame for the news cameras.
    So we left Stonehenge and climbed over the drop-off just beyond, which hid us effectively from Calvin, Hank, and Fred—as long as the hawks stayed on the far side of the henge.
    Still, we were exposed. There were no trees nearby, and we could see all the way down to the river and beyond to the highway—miles and miles. Darkness ensured that no one down there could actually see us, but it felt like they could.
    Beside Adam, who was doing the same thing, I took off my clothes, folding them tightly to discourage any bugs attracted by the leftover warmth. I stuffed my socks in my shoes.
    “I’ll stay human until you’ve shifted,” I told him. So I could guard his back or run interference if I had to.
    Shifting to coyote wasn’t without its cost. I could do it several times a day, but eventually I wore out. I could also stay human for a long time—months if I had to. Wolves are different.
    Werewolves are moon called. They have to change during the full moon, and it is harder for them to control the wolf during that time, too. However, a lot of werewolves