body.
“Take it easy, Colonel.” Tom placed his palms on Malachai’s shoulders. “You’ve been in and out of consciousness for twenty-four hours.”
“What the hell did you do, dumb ass?” Ian stomped toward the bed.
“Fuck you, dog.” Malachai croaked. His tongue felt thick and dry in his mouth.
“You forget your place, human.” Ian growled. “You’re pathetic. You despise my kind yet you want so badly to be a part of us.” Disgust colored his tone. “How long have you been injecting yourself with the serum?”
He peered sharply at Tom.
The scientist’s head dropped. “I had no choice but to tell him.” His voice dropped so low Malachai could barely make out the next sentence. “He tried to disembowel me.”
“If I’d wanted you dead, doctor, trust me, you would be dead,” Ian bellowed. “Now I want to know how long Malachai has been using himself as a test subject and I want an answer now!”
“Lower your voice.” Malachai struggled to sit up. Tom pressed a button and the bed started to rise. “I made a judgment call. I can’t expect my men to do something I will not.”
“You put the program in jeopardy. When your bosses find out, they could end our contract!” Ian shook the side rails and the metal rattled.
“Grow a fucking pair! Who’s going to tell? You’re an avaricious bastard. Half the funds you negotiated never reach your clan.” It hurt to talk but he couldn’t back down or Blaidd would have the upper hand and be in the position of power. Malachai worked his tongue in his mouth and swallowed. “As long as we keep this episode to ourselves, life can continue as normal.”
“You obnoxious, arrogant idiot. Colin is here every day; hell, he moved his office here. My son is nobody’s fool. Eventually he will put the pieces together and realize that this is not a government installation. When he does, all hell will break loose.” Ian’s chest heaved. “Our backers will disappear like mists in the wind.”
“You forget their motivation is yours.” Malachai scoffed. “Greed. Like you, they want something out of our partnership. Be it information from our trials or opportunity to have a say in our newly formed Shadow Clan Mercenaries. Either way it suits their purposes to continue with us.” The ache was dulling in his head and his voice was growing stronger. “Our only concern is your bastard and his ties with so many different tribes.”
“I dare you to say that to Colin’s face.” Ian snickered. “He would kill you before you could get the last words out.”
Tom shuffled back. “I’m going to my lab now that you’re up.” He swiveled on his heel and hurried from the room.
“Ian, we no longer have a choice. Colin has to go.” The grogginess was abating. Malachai’s head dropped back against the pillow and he stared up into the cold gaze of the Great White Wolf.
“My son will not die by my hand.” Ian crossed his arms.
“Then find some-fucking-body to do it, but he is the only one standing between us and greatness. Imagine the money that will flow into our hands when we can prove to the government we have created the perfect soldier.” His voice rose with each word. “I gave up my damn military career! That’s how strongly I believe in this! Where do you stand?”
Ian cocked his head. “There has been an ongoing feud between my clan and a tribe back home. Black Mountain wolves are small-minded and easily manipulated, they can’t see past their pockets. I have a track of land on a desolate rocky mountain. No doubt they would take that in trade to challenge Colin.”
“Who gives a damn about a challenge? Kill him and be done with it.”
“That is the difference between us, Malachai. I wonder who is the true animal? We find honor in death while your species can’t comprehend the concept. I will reach out to Black Mountain.” Ian spun on his heel and stalked toward the door.
“If you don’t handle this, Ian, I will and honor or not, his