Psy & Changelings 01 - Slave to Sensation

eyes on the wolf. He was feral in a way that even Dorian wasn’t, his beast separated from his humanity by the thinnest of layers.
    â€œI want you to prove you are what you say you are.”
    â€œAre you sure?” she asked softly.
    Hawke’s jaw could’ve been carved from stone. “Yes.”
    She took a breath and let her eyes flutter shut. As her senses expanded, she felt the full brunt of Lucas’s possessive, dominant personality. He was pure strength, pure heart. But buried deep was an echo of the staggering pain suffered by the young boy he’d once been, an echo that now beat with a fierce need to protect. She felt his determination to keep her, too, but that was the one thing she could never allow. He’d already spent a childhood without parents—she would not condemn him to a lifetime without a mate.
    Behind her panther, she could feel the dull anger that was Dorian, so wounded that she’d have to spend years to lighten his anguish. Except she didn’t have years. Tamsyn was gentleness and joy, power and care. The soldiers of both groups gave off their own distinctive emotional scents. But it was Hawke that she was searching for and Hawke that she found.
    The wolf’s emotions struck cold terror into her heart. She’d never felt such pure, unadulterated rage. Dark and violent, it was a scar across his soul. Hawke could function, could rule, but this man would never love, not so long as he was blinded by the red veil of blood and death.
    Sascha didn’t know if he’d feel what she was doing, didn’t know if he’d find his proof. What she did know was that she couldn’t let him walk away without trying to heal the festering wounds in his soul. Like Dorian, he couldn’t be healed overnight, but perhaps she could give him a moment’s surcease.
    She wrapped mental arms around him and drew away the anger, the violence. And gave back joy, laughter, pleasure. To her surprise, she felt him react to her like Lucas did. He jerked in shock and then started trying to push her out. He was no Psy but he was definitely saying No!
    She withdrew at once.
    When she opened her eyes, it was to find him staring at her as if she were a ghost. “I didn’t think the empaths existed anymore.” His voice was half wolf.
    Empath .
    It was the right word, the word that had been systematically destroyed from the Psy lexicon. “Neither did I,” she whispered, letting her back rest against Lucas’s front. His arms came around her and she swore she felt the ruffle of fur against the skin.
    â€œDo you know how to attack using your powers?” Hawke’s eyes lingered on her and Lucas’s skin-to-skin contact.
    â€œNothing smooth,” she told him, having thought about this upstairs. “But it’ll keep me alive long enough to give you what you need to find Brenna.”
    Lucas’s arms tightened across her shoulders. “I won’t let her set the plan in motion unless we can pull her out of the Net safely.”
    Hawke shifted position. Sascha’s eyes met his and her soul froze. He knew . Somehow, the alpha of the SnowDancers knew that she couldn’t leave the PsyNet without facing death. Mutely, she pleaded with him to remain silent. If Lucas discovered the truth, he’d never let her go. Never .
    And she needed to go, needed to wipe out a lifetime of failure by saving this one vibrant light before her own flickered out forever.
    â€œSorry, sweetcakes,” Hawke raised his hands palms out,
    â€œbut you’re his mate. I’m not going to let you kill yourself and have Lucas out for my blood. In that kind of rage, I wouldn’t want to take my chances against him.”
    Lucas’s arms became manacles. “What’s he talking about, Sascha?” It was a warning. She’d kept something from him and he wasn’t happy about it. To Hawke, he said, “You can leave now. You got what you came for.”
    Hawke looked at them for another long moment before nodding. “We have two more days if the killer sticks to his usual pattern. Protect your woman, panther.” With that the wolves left, tracked out of DarkRiver territory by Mercy, Clay, and Vaughn.
    Lucas didn’t wait for the sentinels to return. “Nate, Dorian, secure the house.”
    â€œLucas,” Tamsyn began, “maybe you should—”
    â€œStay the hell out of this.” Lucas’s eyes met