Wolf Song (Wolf Singer Prophecies Book 1)

me off. I stopped, not wanting her to wake. Her eyes needed to heal, just a little bit. The electrical surge I orchestrated when I compelled that tech was just a little bit more than I expected. But it still ended the way I needed it to: with Soleil free, and Guerin’s clone hogtied.
I would deal with him soon.
Creed took one look at Soleil and stepped toward me as if he could take her from me. I wanted to see him fucking try it.
A flutter of wings hovered around me, before a rumbling voice hit me from behind. "Really not the time." Osiris shook his head as he sidled up to us. I didn’t take my eyes off Creed, the would-be alpha of his pack. He’d been asleep for nearly a century, his mind, body, soul, untouched by time. Unlike other shifters who’d been culled by Reapers, endured countless years of experiments under the direction of AEGIS scientists.
Of my pack, I was the only one left, the only one who survived, who’d endured the years of torture.
I would release her when I was damned ready to.
"Doyle, take her up to the control room as you said. Vin is already there, and she can recover under his healing touch. We'll round up these other fuckers and place them in their clever prisons."
I raised my brow at Osiris’ pronouncement. Like me, he’d been one of the ones experimented on for a bit. But unlike me, the preacher was able to smuggle him out, back to Earth before too long.
After that bit of smuggling, the safeguards were tightened even more, and I was left alone. At least Osiris felt a bit of freedom.
I wondered what that felt like.
So much loss of time…
“You plan on letting the scientists live? Why?” I asked him with genuine curiosity.
He raked his hand through his hair. “Because some of them actually have answers to some of our questions.”
“Doesn’t matter. Most of the station was being evacuated to their black site anyway. They took their new control subjects and continued on their way.” Repulsive, really, these scientists who just couldn’t let Earth fall to the Judas species they created.
Wasn’t this a prime example of survival of the fittest?
Soleil shifted in my arms. Survival. That was the most important part and she was key to that. I looked down at her resting with so much trust against me, her lashes fanning beautifully against her cheeks. She would wake to blindness if her retinas weren’t repaired immediately.
Creed would think that he won this little faceoff with me, but what he didn’t know was that I’d already slipped into Soleil’s mind, and discovered that he and the rest of his misfit pack rated barely closer than kind strangers to her.
“Move aside Creed, or did you want to be the reason that Soleil becomes permanently blind? Because you’re too stubborn to put her above your own pettiness?”
His fangs dropped significantly and a low bass growl filled the air. Creed didn’t say anymore though, which surprised me most of all, and merely stepped aside.
I continued on to the control room, where the space station’s foredeck had a front row view of Earth.

“Get up, ramina. It’s time to wake up now.”
That voice. It was familiar, and there was an urgency in it that I couldn’t ignore. My eyelids were so heavy though; I wanted to wake up but couldn’t. “Creed?” My voice was barely a whisper.
Long elegant fingers framed my face. “I’m here, Soleil. Please, it’s time to wake up now. Your skills are needed.”
Hands propped me up in an oddly-shaped seat. Belatedly, I realized that I was nestling against someone. A very warm and large someone. My face was pressed against a warm neck, the pulse echoing under my ear reassuring yet my eyes refused to open. “Creed, is there something wrong with my eyes?” Fingers trailed my face in answer, while a soothing hand rubbed my back.
“Nothing is wrong with them. The electrical surge just got you a bit harder than expected, is all.” Creed was barely able to push that sentence out from between his gritted teeth.
~Don’t worry, ramina. Just follow my voice.~
How was Doyle talking in my head when no one else could?
~Keep asking questions like that one. That’s it.~
And, just like flipping on a light switch, my eyes opened to find a relieved-looking Creed in front of me. “Welcome back,” Creed said, the pained look around his eyes at odds with his tone of voice.
Just beyond him, Doyle leaned against the wall. I was about to greet him, but he held a finger to his lips.
~Not right now, ramina.~ Then Doyle faded into the shadows of the ship.
I sat up, a little too quickly, the room spinning once before becoming still again. Vin braced me, and I realized that he was the living seat who nestled me with comfort. “Hey. Thanks.” My witty banter impressed me yet again.
“Hey. Any time.” Vin’s response was a low rumble from his chest. Despite the terse greeting, he kept a large hand at my back, warm and soothing.
“Where are we?” I asked Creed. I surveyed the room we were in, and it was something out of a science-fiction. A huge, wraparound vista screen took up the wall, showing the infinite expanse of space. Earth glowed like a jewel resting in black velvet.
There seemed to be a stillness. Almost a dead calm. Nothing seemed very hurried at all, or urgent.
I scanned the rest of the room. We seemed to be alone among computer stations and drab gray walls. I didn’t know where Hugh and Osiris were, and I definitely couldn’t guess where Doyle disappeared to, but something still felt amiss.
My gaze rested back on Creed, who silently watched me. It was nearly eerie. “What aren’t you telling me?”
His jaw clenched, the action reminding me so much of Doyle. “When we separated, we were kept shackled and imprisoned in glass cells. Somehow, there was a surge of electricity and we were able to