Psy & Changelings 01 - Slave to Sensation

Dorian was looking at her as if she belonged, as if he was sure of her, as if she was Pack. She was. For the next couple of months. Until she dragged Lucas down with her into unconsciousness and death.
    â€œThat’s not everything,” Hawke said, when she turned to him again. “We made sure they knew we’re aware of violence in the Psy populace. Enrique confessed quite prettily on camera. Liked to talk.”
    â€œThey can’t have that getting out.” Sascha watched her mate walk toward her and felt something low and hot in her tighten. Anger was no barrier against the passion he could arouse in her. “Silence would be deemed a failure.”
    â€œMaybe that would be a good thing,” Tamsyn said.
    â€œOnly if there’s something to take its place. To spread this information without having any way to manage the fallout would be irresponsible.” She shook her head.
    â€œThis big a shockwave could cripple thousands of innocents. When something happens on the psychic plane, it has physical effects.” She knew that too well. Nothing had prepared her for the agony she’d suffered.
    Lucas walked around to her back and hugged her against him. “I wonder how they’ll explain your presence out of the Net?”
    â€œWe suggested they tell people a difference in her mind made her susceptible to mating with a changeling and that was how she dropped out.” Hawke shrugged. “Doesn’t matter to us so long as they don’t touch her.”
    â€œIt’s going to shake things up regardless of how they do it.” Lucas’s arms were solid muscle around her. Nothing had ever felt as good.
    Sascha knew the leopards and wolves had achieved the impossible—they’d leashed the Council. It was a bittersweet victory.
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    The wolves asked Sascha to come to their hideout three days later, bare minutes after she’d finished speaking with Nikita. Her mother had informed her that she’d been officially cut off from the Duncan family group.
    â€œYou’re no longer Psy. Your mind is too flawed. It couldn’t even hold on to the link with the PsyNet. Obviously, you were never meant to be a part of it.”
    So that was how the Council was spinning it. “No, Mother. I’m perfect.”
    Nikita didn’t blink. “The deal with DarkRiver—we’d like it to continue. Lucas Hunter’s odd . . . connection with you is why we allowed you to leave the Net. One flawed Psy wasn’t worth destroying business ties with the cats and the wolves.”
    Sascha got the message. Business was something every Psy could understand. “We have no problem honoring the deal.” Then she ended the call and let herself cry.
    Lucas held her and when the wolves sent for her, he didn’t try to stop her from doing what she had to do.
    â€œBrenna’s dying,” Hawke said the second they entered the tunnels.
    Sascha thought of the incredibly powerful will she’d touched once in the darkness. “No.” She refused to let that light go out. “Take me to her.”
    Brenna lay in a soft bed covered by a cerulean blue blanket. Tamsyn and another woman, who Sascha assumed was the SnowDancer healer, stood talking quietly in one corner of the bedroom. Tammy’s eyes pleaded with her to do something.
    Making a silent promise, Sascha looked back at Brenna. Her hair had been cut brutally short, as if someone had tried to rob her of her femininity. Bruises covered her face and ringed her neck, but Sascha didn’t see all that. What she saw was the flickering candle of Brenna’s mind.
    She cupped her healer’s hands around that flame. Don’t give up now, Brenna.
    Silence.
    You know me. I won’t hurt you.
    You lied. A whispery accusation.
    When?
    You said Pack would come for me. Pain and betrayal. But I’m alone.
    Sascha blinked and looked to Hawke. “Was she conscious when you found her?”
    â€œNo. The human medics said they couldn’t do anything for her so we brought her home.” Human medics because none of them trusted the M-Psy anymore.
    â€œShe doesn’t know she’s home. Talk to her. Touch her.”
    The wolf didn’t argue. Walking to the bed, he began to caress Brenna’s bruised face with disarming gentleness, reminding her of nothing so much as a father with his child. Brenna’s two brothers moved to join him, one taking her hand, the other