Free Zeus's Pack 9: Rave by Lynn Hagen

listening intently as if Tony was telling a ghost story.
    “The director of the FBI. Director Simone isn’t too happy about having his mind screwed with. Aba made Simone believe that he had slept with a few prostitutes, the chief of police, and the mayor. Aba was blackmailing him for ten thousand dollars.”
    “That’s a pretty low amount for the director of the FBI,” Rave commented.
    The man was sharp. “That’s the part we’re still trying to figure out.”
    “And what do I have to do with all of this?” Logan asked.
    “Aba came to my motel around three this morning.”
    Rave’s jaw clenched as he stared at the bruise mark on Tony’s neck. He could see the animal behind Rave’s eyes, as if it wanted to come out and have vengeance for Tony being hurt. The brown in Rave’s eyes slid around, as if someone were behind them, looking directly at Tony. It was a bit creepy in his opinion. “He told me to forget about the case and go home. He choked me to show that he could do it. The man was pretty persuasive, but I don’t scare off that easily.” Tony was still omitting the part about almost shooting himself. No way, no how was he telling anyone about that.
    “No offense, Tony, but why didn’t he just kill you? Why did he just warn you?” Rave asked. “If he has killed so many people, what’s another body to him?”
    “Good question.” And one Tony hadn’t thought about. Why hadn’t Aba just killed him? The man had the power to make Tony do whatever he wanted.
    “You still haven’t answered my question,” Logan reminded Tony.
    “You are on the FBI wanted list as well,” Tony stated flatly. He wasn’t so sure he could just haul Logan in now. Ever since Rave had said they were mates, Tony could feel something deep stirring inside of him. Power of suggestion? Maybe. But Tony knew it was more.
    His parents refused to teach him about shifters since he couldn’t shift or even sense things like shifters could. Hell, he had average hearing and smell, like a human. They had called him a freak and pretty much treated him as if he had been a leper.
    But he felt that deep stirring down in his gut, for both men. He had felt it the first time he had left Rave, but Tony had chalked it up to lust. Now he wasn’t so sure.
    Logan looked stunned. He even gasped. It was dramatic and Tony wanted to reach out and comfort the man, but he kept his distance.
    “But I haven’t done anything wrong,” Logan damn near whispered, his voice small, as if he were a child begging for someone to believe he hadn’t stolen the cookie from the cookie jar.
    “Yes, you did,” Rave said softly. “You were born a styre mente . That’s all they care about.”
    “We care about catching a man who has killed innocent people, who has robbed banks using his mind controlling technique, and who felt he was above the law for anyone to stop him. That’s what we care about,” Tony said. “I was told there was another like Aba. Of course I wanted to catch him as well. I just didn’t know it was Logan.”
    “It’s not a technique,” Logan corrected him. “It’s who I am, not some magician’s parlor tricks.”
    Tony once again brushed aside Logan’s snap reply. “Have you seen flying men around here?” he asked. It was an abrupt change of subject, but Tony was tired of not having answers. He felt as though he was getting nowhere fast.
    “You saw one?” Rave asked, but didn’t look surprised. So the man knew about them. Maybe he would finally catch a damn clue to what was going on in Pride Pack Valley. This place seemed to hold more secrets than Area 51.
    “They’re called winged beasts from what I’m told, but no one can see their wings.”
    Hence Tony seeing a flying man. He hadn’t seen wings, but the man had flown straight up into the sky as if he had a large span of them. “He was leaning over a dead body, a dead body that got up and ran from me.”
    “That would be a hound of hell.”
    Tony waited.
    “Some dark