Chapter Twenty-six
“Here they come.” Phineas watched as Rhett Bleddyn and his small army approached the south side of the backyard.
“Looks like he brought in more men from Alaska,” Jack observed.
Phineas scanned the group of fifty young males, noting their weapon of choice—hunting knives. Apparently, werewolves liked their battles bloody. Corky and Dimitri were keeping close to Rhett, and the three were heavily surrounded. No room to teleport in and snatch the vampires. Although if things got out of hand, Rhett was probably keeping them close by as an easy escape route.
On the north side of the backyard, Caddoc Jones’s pack members were gathering. The nearly full moon glinted off their knife blades.
A low growl in the woods behind them made Phineas whip around. It was Howard, hidden behind a tree, glaring at Rhett. Angus had asked the shifters, Howard and Rajiv, to patrol the woods in case the werewolves attempted an attack from behind. Carlos Panterra had been given paternity leave, so he was still at the academy with his wife and their newborn twins.
Howard’s nostrils flared, and he walked away, pulling a knife from his sheath.
When the scent of skunk wafted toward him, Phineas knew what had alarmed Howard. He hurried into the woods and found Howard pointing his knife at Digger.
“Whoa there, pardner.” Digger lifted his hands. “I just came to meet you. Caught a whiff of your scent.”
“Who are you?” Howard growled.
“This is Digger,” Phineas introduced him. “And his dog, Jake, should be around somewhere.” He spotted Jake half hidden behind some bushes.
Digger nodded at Phineas. “Some bad stuff going down around here. How’s your little lady?”
“She’s good.” He hoped. She was still inside the house with her father.
Digger looked at Howard. “You can put away your knife, son. I’m a were-bear, too. Where do you hail from?”
“Alaska.” Howard sheathed his knife. “Kodiak.”
“Wee doggies.” Digger’s eyes widened. “You’re a big one. Me, I’m a black bear.”
“Digger, if you want to help, just stay back here in the woods and make sure no one sneaks up on us from behind,” Phineas said. “There’s a were-tiger back here, too.”
“That’s me.” Rajiv waved from behind a tree. “I came to check out bad smell.”
Digger scratched his beard. “You’re a tiger? Well, don’t that beat all.”
“I’ll see you guys later.” Phineas hurried back to the Vamps.
The big yard reminded him of a football field with two teams gathered on each side. He and the Vamps were in one end zone. The Jones’s ranch house was at the other end.
Caddoc Jones emerged from the back door, followed by his two sons and Brynley. He paused at the edge of the patio and glared at Rhett. “You come to your wedding armed with knives?”
Rhett stepped forward. “We want to make sure the wedding happens.” His eyes narrowed on Brynley. “The bride has a nasty habit of running away.”
“She’s here now.” Caddoc seized her arm and dragged her into the yard.
“I’m not marrying him!” Brynley pulled loose and put some distance between herself and her father. Phil ran over to stand next to her.
Howell took a position next to Caddoc, who was glowering at his daughter.
“You will do as you are told,” Caddoc growled. “Or you will be banished from this world forever. You will be dead to us.”
She lifted her chin. “You can’t fire me, I quit. I’m going to marry a vampire.”
Phineas sucked in a deep breath. Yes! He ran onto the field.
Caddoc lifted an eyebrow. “This is your choice?”
Rhett cursed. “You foul yourself with that damned bloodsucker.”
Phineas stopped next to Brynley. “You called?”
She smiled and took his hand.
He turned to her father. “I’m requesting your daughter’s hand in marriage.”
Caddoc scoffed. “Who the hell are you to think you deserve my daughter?”
“I don’t have a lot to offer in terms of wealth, but I can give her all my love—”
“Love?” Caddoc motioned to the house behind him. “You think she would give all this up for love?”
“In a second,” Brynley said. “You can have all the land and riches in the world, but if you don’t have love, you have nothing.”
“And will love pay the bills? Will it put food on the table?” Caddoc sneered at Phineas. “You wouldn’t know, would you? You don’t even eat food. But if you dare to feed off my daughter, I’ll—”
“I would never harm her!” Phineas interrupted. “I want her happiness more than anything.”
Caddoc studied him a moment, then arched a brow. “You would do anything for her?”
“I will not give her up.”
Caddoc stepped toward him. “Prove it. Make yourself worthy of her.”
Phineas narrowed his eyes. What did the old man want? A duel?
Caddoc glanced at Brynley. “I will only accept a werewolf as your husband.” He motioned to Phineas. “So if you want him, you’ll have to bite him.”
She flinched.
Phineas sucked in a breath of air. Damn. He hadn’t expected this. He didn’t even know if it was possible for a vampire to become a werewolf. That might be what her father was counting on, that the transformation would kill him.
Caddoc’s eyes glinted with humor as he regarded his daughter. “You’re the one who thinks love is so powerful. Do you love this man enough to make him acceptable?”
Brynley gave Phineas a worried look.
“This is ridiculous!” Rhett stepped forward. “She’s marrying me! I’m the best choice.”
Caddoc crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s her choice. If she wants the bloodsucker badly enough, she’ll agree. Of course, she can’t shift tonight since she’s not an Alpha, but I can do the biting.” He gave Phineas a wolfish grin. “How much do you really want her?”
He swallowed hard. Somehow he’d always feared it would come down to this. He wouldn’t be good enough for Brynley as he was. “I’ll do it. Bring it on, old man.”
Brynley gasped. “No. Phineas—”
“I’ll do anything for you.”
Her eyes glimmered with tears. “Phineas, you are worthy just the way you are.”
His breath caught. Worthy the way he was. His heart swelled in his chest.
She turned to her father and lifted her chin. “I’m marrying Phineas, and I don’t care if you ever approve—”
“You have defied me for the last time!” With a growl, Caddoc lunged toward her, his head shifting into a snarling wolf.
Brynley lifted her arms to defend herself, and they shimmered. “I’m not taking it anymore!” she screamed, and her arms and head shifted.
Caddoc jumped back.
A shock wave rolled over the entire yard. Jaws dropped. Gasps echoed in the stunned silence.
“My God!” Caddoc was back in human form, his face frozen in disbelief.
Brynley shifted back. “What—what have I done?” She stumbled, and Phineas caught her.
Phil grabbed her other arm. “You went Alpha, Bryn!”
“But only males—”
“Not anymore.” Phil’s eyes lit up. “You’re the first female Alpha!”
“Hot damn, girl.” Phineas grinned at her. “You released the Kraken.”
“Get your hands off her!” Rhett stalked toward them and drew his knife. “She’s the most valuable female werewolf in the world. She has to be mine.”
Brynley snorted. “Buzz off, Rhett. Why would I marry you when everyone knows you plan to kill me after the wedding?”
“No.” He shook his head. “Everything’s changed now. You’re too valuable to kill. With you, I could rule the entire Lycan world. I would have the strongest children—”
“What?” Corky screamed and zoomed over to him. “You can’t keep her! You’re supposed to stay with me! We’re going to rule the world! We’re—”
“Forget it!” Rhett sneered at her. “Why would I want you when I can have the one and only Alpha female—”
“You’re dumping me?” Corky screeched. “You—you stupid animal. I was mistress to kings before you were ever born.”
“And you’ve outlived your usefulness.”
“You think so?” Corky pulled a knife and pointed it at Rhett. “I could slit your throat so fast you’d never see it coming.” She glanced at Brynley. “Or I could take out your bitch.” She vanished, then reappeared behind Brynley.
“No!” Rhett dashed toward them.
With vampire speed, Phineas pulled Brynley away from Corky’s slashing knife.
Phil grabbed Corky’s arm and strained against her vampire strength.
“I’ll kill you,” Corky hissed, aiming her knife at Phil’s face. “I’ll kill all of you stinking wolves.”
Phil’s arm shimmered and shifted, and then with the power of his wolf, he shoved Corky back.
She stumbled into Rhett’s arms and reached for his face. “Darling, let me take you away from here. We’ll rule the—” She gasped as Rhett’s knife plunged into her stomach. “What? You can’t—no!”
Rhett rammed his knife into her heart.
Her scream died as her body disintegrated into a pile of dust.
Silence fell over the field. Phineas glanced at Angus and the others. They didn’t seem too upset over the failure to capture Corky. He suspected that even though she would have been found guilty at Coven Court, Roman would have had a hard time determining her punishment.
He looked back at Rhett, who was calmly brushing some Corky dust off his sleeve. “Didn’t you just kill your escape route?”
He returned to the side of the yard where his small army was gathered. “I have no need to escape. I’m not leaving until Brynley and I are married.”
“You’re an idiot,” Phil said. “My father and his men plan to kill you after the wedding. You should leave while you have the chance.”
Rhett stiffened and glanced at Caddoc. “You think you can kill me?”
Caddoc shrugged. “You think you can kill me?”
Both sides drew their weapons and started hurling insults at each other.
“And the shit hits the fan,” Phineas muttered, then held up his hands and shouted, “Are you guys really going to kill each other over Brynley when she doesn’t want either of you?”
“He’s right!” Brynley yelled. “I’m leaving with Phineas.” She glared at Rhett. “Go back to Alaska and leave my family alone.” She switched her glare to her father. “Good-bye.”
His eyes narrowed, but he said nothing.
A muffled sob came from the patio.
Brynley winced. “Glynis, I’ll stay in touch with you. I promise.” She turned her back and closed her eyes.
“Are you all right?” Phineas took her hand.
“I’m always leaving her behind.” Brynley gazed at him with tears in her eyes.
“We’ll find a way for you to see her.” Phineas led her toward the Vamps.
Phil walked with them, holding Brynley’s other hand.
“Did it work?” Brynley whispered. “Did we stop a battle?”
“Don’t know,” Phil murmured. “Just keep walking.”
They were halfway to the Vamps when Angus shouted a warning.
Phineas spun around. Rhett was running toward them, his knife raised. He gave a war cry, and his men charged after him.
“Go!” Phineas shoved Brynley toward the Vamps.
Caddoc responded with his own war cry, and his men ran onto the field, their knives raised. They clashed with Rhett’s men, knives stabbing.
Rhett lunged toward Phineas, but with vampire speed, he wrenched the knife from the werewolf’s hand and punched him hard enough he heard the jaw crack. Rhett hit the ground, then jumped up, instantly shifting and repairing his broken jaw. He pounced on Phineas, who grabbed the wolf by the neck as it attempted to rip his throat out. He threw the wolf to the side, but Rhett twisted and snapped his jaw onto Phineas’s arm.
He gasped. Hot, searing pain shot up his arm. He tried to stand up, but tumbled back onto his rear.
Phil lunged onto Rhett, both in wolf form, and they rolled, clawing and snapping. Phil pinned him down and bared his teeth, growling.
Howard sprinted toward them, his knife raised. “Let me fight him!”
Phil moved aside with a snarl aimed at Rhett.
Rhett rolled to his feet and shifted to human form, his clothes in tatters, his face shocked as Howard ran toward him. “You.” He turned and hollered. “Dimitri!”
The Malcontent teleported beside him.
“No!” Howard lunged at Rhett, his knife plunging just as the werewolf vanished with Dimitri. “No!”
“Phineas!” Brynley ran toward him and fell to her knees beside him.
He looked at her and stars danced around her head.
She ripped her shirt off and wrapped it around his arm. “He bit you.”
Phil knelt beside them, back in human form. “How do you feel, bro?”
Phineas blinked at him. “Do you have two heads?”
“What will happen?” Brynley asked.
“I don’t know.” Phil shook his head. Or both his heads. Phineas wasn’t sure.
“Hi, guys.” Phineas waved faintly at the Vamps who were crowding around him with worried faces. He looked over at the field. “They’re running away.”
“Aye,” Angus agreed. “After Rhett disappeared, his army took off running.”
Phineas watched Howell and his cohorts giving chase. “They might chase them all the way back to Alaska.” He blinked as their forms wavered.
Brynley touched his forehead. “He’s burning up. He has a fever.”
Phineas smiled at her. “I’m hot for you, sweetness.”
“He was bitten?” a voice asked.
Phineas squinted up at Brynley’s father. “You again. I thought we said good-bye.”
Caddoc looked at his daughter. “Keep me informed. I want to know what happens to him.”
“You care all of a sudden?” she asked.
“I’m curious.” He paused, then added. “If he survives the transformation, I might accept him as your husband.”
“We don’t care what—”
He lifted a hand to interrupt her. “If he survives, he may have powers no other werewolf has. That alone makes him of interest to me. You will be welcomed in my house.” He glanced at Phil. “All of you.” He turned and strode away.
“Don’t you just love family reunions?” Phineas asked, then slumped over as everything went black.
Fire. He was on fire.
Phineas moaned and kicked off the sheets.
Sheets? Was he in bed? He squinted, but couldn’t see.
Everything was glowing red. On fire.
“Why are his eyes red?” a woman asked. Brynley.
He tried to say her name, opening his mouth, but nothing came out.
“I think he’s hungry,” Brynley said.
“Here,” a male voice said. Roman? What was he doing here? “Let’s give him a cold bottle. It might help with the fever.”
Someone lifted his shoulders.
Careful, Phineas thought. I’m on fire.
“Damn, he’s hot,” the person said.
Told you so. A cold bottle was pressed to his mouth, and blood trickled down his throat. It was cool. It helped with the fire. He drank it all down.
His stomach clenched in pain. He groaned, pushing away the hands that reached out to help him.
He rolled halfway off the bed and threw up.
“Oh no!” Brynley cried.
Hands pushed him back onto the bed. Everything went black.
He woke again. Still on fire. And so damned hungry.
“He’s awake!” Brynley exclaimed.
“Let’s see if he can eat,” Roman said.
Someone lifted his shoulders. He squinted, peering around the room. It looked like the basement at Phil’s cabin. Why hadn’t they taken him back to Romatech?
“He’s not as hot tonight,” said the guy holding his shoulders. Phil?
A bottle was placed against his lips. He drank and drank. So good.
It hit his stomach and instantly curdled. He rolled over and vomited.
“I’m not sure what to think,” Roman said. “He’s had two days of death-sleep. I thought that would heal whatever Lycan virus is in his system. But if he’s rejecting blood—”
“Then he’s becoming a werewolf,” Phil said. “We should try giving him real food.”
“I’ll bring him something,” Brynley said, then climbed up the ladder.
A werewolf? Phineas lay back, trying to wrap his fuddled mind around it. That was why he was at Phil’s cabin. In case he shifted into an animal.
A while later, Brynley was back and spooning something hot down his throat.
“It’s soup,” she said. “I thought we should start with something simple.”
He ate it. Then threw it up.
“What do we do?” Brynley cried. “He’s rejecting both vampire and human food.”
“The two parts are fighting each other,” Roman said. “I’ll put an IV in him. We have to keep him alive until the battle inside him gets sorted out.”
A battle? No wonder he was on fire. Everything went black.
He woke again. The fire was out. He felt good, as if his body was at peace. Good God, was he dead? The spurt of panic quickly faded away as he smoothed his hands over his bare chest. His body was solid. His heart was beating. His vision clear. He was alive.
Power surged through him, and he took a deep breath. Damn. He felt more than good. His vision cut through the dark room, sharper than ever. His muscles flexed with increased strength.
He sat up. Phil was on the floor, sound asleep on a sleeping bag. A bottle of blood sat on the bedside table. He picked it up and drank it down.
No reaction. Apparently, the battle was over, and the Vamp side had won. He looked around, but couldn’t spot Brynley. She must be upstairs.
He pulled the IV from his arm and stood. No dizziness. He smiled to himself. He actually felt stronger than ever. He teleported to the floor above to give Brynley a surprise.
The surprise was on him. He materialized in the bathroom with one foot in the toilet.
“What the hell?” He lifted his bare foot out and shook it off. This wasn’t where he’d intended to go.
He opened the bathroom door and froze.
Daylight.
His heart lurched, and he shut the door. What the hell? He couldn’t be awake in daylight.
“Who’s there?” Brynley demanded.
He cracked open the door and peered out.
She gasped.
He opened the door wider. The room was full of sunshine. He sank back into the shadow, afraid he would burst into flames if the sunlight touched him.
Go into the light, a voice inside him urged. It can’t hurt us. Trust the wolf.
Wolf? He stiffened. There was a wolf inside him?
The wolf knows best. The light cannot harm us.
“Phineas?” Brynley approached him, watching him carefully.
He slowly reached out a hand, then extended his index finger so the tip barely touched the light.
Nothing happened.
He opened his hand, turning it palm up in the sunlight. A gentle warmth caressed his skin.
Enjoy the light, the wolf whispered to him. It is my gift to you.
“Phineas.” Brynley took his hands and led him slowly into the sun-filled cabin.
Our mate. He smiled at her, then looked out the window. Blue sky. “I see blue.”
“You must be a werewolf now,” she whispered.
“But I drank blood and teleported.” He glanced down at his wet foot. “Not very well though. Maybe I’m a little of both.”
“That would be . . . interesting.”
He winced at a sudden thought. “What if I’m lousy at both?”
She shook her head. “You won’t be. Look at you. You’re awake during the day. Do you know any other Vamp who can manage that?”
“I don’t know what will happen to me.”
She touched his cheek. “Whatever happens, I’ll be with you.”
“I love you, Snout-Face.”
She smiled. “I may be calling you that on the next full moon.”
“Mr. and Mrs. Snout-Face.” He pulled her into his arms. “I like it.”
Epilogue
Three months later . . .
“Good evening, dear viewers! This is Maggie O’Brian O’Callahan reporting for Real Housewives of the Vampire World. Tonight we have a very special guest, the newest wife of a Vamp, Brynley McKinney!”
“Hi!” Brynley smiled at the camera. “Thank you for coming.”
“Oh, it’s quite an honor,” Maggie assured her. “I understand you’re the only female Alpha werewolf in the world?”
She shrugged. “We believe so.”
“And your husband is that famous celebrity that all the women swoon over, the Blardonnay Guy!”
Brynley laughed. “I love his commercials, too. And I love his voice.” She motioned for Phineas to join her. “Come on, say it,” she whispered.
He nodded at the camera. “Hello, ladies.”
Brynley squeezed his arm. “I love it!”
He winked at her.
Maggie grinned at them. “It’s obvious you two are newlyweds. I’ve never seen a couple so in love. Now tell me, are the rumors true? Has our beloved Dr. Phang become part werewolf?”
Brynley nodded. “He’s been shifting every month on the full moon.”
“Amazing!” Maggie looked at Phineas. “And yet you’re still a vampire, too?”
“A little of both,” he answered. “We’re still figuring it all out.”
“And how do you like being a werewolf?” Maggie asked.
He grinned. “I like chasing my wife through the woods.”
Brynley shook her head, blushing.
“Even more, I like catching her.”
She swatted at his shoulder. “Hush.”
He assumed an injured look. “But of course, she’s the Alpha, so she thinks she can boss me around.”
“I do not.” Brynley nudged him with her elbow.
Maggie laughed. “And you’re living here in Wyoming?”
“We go back and forth from here to New York,” Phineas said. “I still work for MacKay S and I.”
“But he’s learning how to be a rancher,” Brynley added.
“I can see that.” Maggie pointed behind them. “That must be one of your horses?”
Brynley glanced back and smiled. “That’s the wild white stallion. He doesn’t belong to anyone. But he comes by to see us often.”
Phineas strolled over to the horse and patted it. The horse nudged him in the shoulder.
“He doesn’t look very wild to me,” Maggie observed.
“He likes Phineas,” Brynley said, still smiling.
Phineas swung onto the horse’s bare back. “Hello, ladies. Now I’m on a horse.”
Brynley snorted.
“And this is your home?” Maggie gestured to the side, and the camera shifted.
“Yes,” Brynley answered. “It was the old Haggerty ranch. My father bought it for us as a wedding present.”
“Really? That was very generous of him.”
“Yes.” Brynley nodded. At first, she hadn’t been sure they should accept her father’s gift. She suspected he was keeping them close, hoping he could use them someday. After all, she was the only female Alpha, and Phineas was also unique, possessing powers that no other werewolf had.
She smiled for the camera. “I love being here. This area is home to me, and my sister is close by, so I can see her often. And we have a really good friend just down the road, Nate Carson. He’s great guy and a vampire. And single.”
“Oh, did you hear that, viewers?” Maggie looked at the camera. “Now, what can you tell me about your house?”
Brynley grinned when Phineas rode by the house on the wild white stallion. “Well, frankly, it was a bit of a mess when we moved in. But we’ve been working hard to make it our own.”
“It was a fixer-upper?” Maggie asked.
“Yes. But once we moved all the dead werewolves out, and cleaned up the bloodstains, we slapped on few coats of paint, and it was as good as new.”
Maggie’s eyes widened. “I see.”
“And we’re remodeling the bathrooms and kitchen,” Brynley added. “Putting in our own furniture.”
Maggie smiled. “I hear you’ve been working on one room in particular?”
Brynley blushed. “Yes. It appears the Lycan virus reactivated parts of my vampire husband. It caught us by surprise, but we’re very excited about it. I’m expecting twins.”
“We’re delighted for you!” Maggie hugged her, then turned to the camera. “Be sure to keep watching Real Housewives of the Vampire World. We’ll keep you updated on the McKinney family and all the Vamps you love to visit.”
“That’s a wrap!” Darcy lowered her video camera and turned it off.
“You’re done?” Phineas walked toward them.
“Congratulations, you two.” Darcy hugged them both.
“I’ll see you at DVN tomorrow night to shoot another Blardonnay commercial,” Maggie told Phineas.
She teleported away with Darcy.
“Another Blardonnay commercial?” Brynley asked.
Phineas smiled and gathered her in his arms. “We gotta pay for all this remodeling.”
She gave him a wry look. “So many names. The Blardonnay Guy, Dr. Phang, the Love Doctor. But do you know my favorite name for you?”
“Snout-Face?”
She laughed. “No. Husband.”
He kissed her nose. “That’s my favorite, too. For now.”
“You’re going to change your mind?”
“Maybe. I’m going to really like being Daddy.”
She hugged him tight. “I’m going to like that, too.”