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  CA'YAL

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  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

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  Serena Simpson

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  Prologue

  Me’akal stood in the shadows facing the front entrance of a club located in a two-story warehouse. There was a flashing neon sign overhead that read Hounds. It was popular with the late twenties and thirties as the place to go to have fun and forget your problems for a while. The line to get in spilled from the doorway to halfway down the block. It was also the place to be seen.

  He turned to focus on the slim alley that led behind the club, few knew it was there. He took it blending in with the shadows. The back of the building was as different as night is from day. There was no bright neon sign announcing you had arrived. There was one word scrawled across the door in red paint, Hell. There also wasn’t a bouncer. There was a parking lot filled with bikes and cars that had seen better days.

  He opened the door and walked inside. The clientele looked up giving him the once over before they lowered their eyes and went back to minding their own business.

  The bar was done in a slightly dark brown wood on both the floor and the bar. The booths and chairs looked like they were years old, but all were in good shape with none of the padding torn or missing. Although the bar might scream old, it also screamed clean and well taken care of. It gave the ambiance of no one gives a damn about your past. That’s what the majority of the patrons were looking for.

  He walked over to the largest booth that had a reserved sign on it. He slipped in making sure he had a good view of the door while keeping his back against the wall. Slowly several men as big as he began to migrate towards the table.

  “It’s done,” he told them after they were all seated.

  “Alive?” Ca’yal asked him.

  “She’s alive, the battle is won.”

  “Then we’re free.”

  Me’akal didn’t say anything. Would the oath he’d been given be honored? They had been pursued and lied to enough to fill several lifetimes. It was almost inconceivable that this could be their freedom.

  “We will know soon enough.”

  The door opened letting in another presence. One that was filled with power and authority. It always amazed Me’akal that the humans didn’t seem to know when someone so powerful walked in. The male he was staring at held life and death in the palm of his hand. He watched as the humans shivered and he wondered if the being approaching him was clouding their minds to keep them from reacting. He wouldn’t put it past him.

  The male was tall roughly six-five with long dark hair pulled back, it teased the curve of his ass. He was wearing a tee that showed off considerable muscle. His black pants were filled with zippers that suggested hidden pockets. They were paired with a pair of biker boots with a thick sole and a black leather jacket. At least it wasn’t a duster or he would have had to accuse him of being a Neo knock off.

  The male smiled at him as if he knew what he was thinking. He took a seat making Me’akal want to put some space between them, but he held his ground.

  “It’s done.” Now the time for truth was at hand.

  “Good.”

  “We’re free, it was good doing business with you.” Me’akal went to slide out the booth when the other spoke.

  “Maybe.”

  “We had a deal.”

  “One that I am willing to keep. On the other hand, I may have something you might be interested in.”

  He couldn’t think of a thing he had they wanted. He kept that thought to himself as he settled back into the booth.

  “We’re listening.” Any proposition would not only affect him but his brothers.

  “I can tie you to the land.”

  There were indrawn breaths around the table. No one without the ability to hear the smallest sound would have known. Being offered a tie to the land was something he couldn’t walk away from without exploring. His kind needed that tie. Earth as the humans called it wasn’t his land. That negated half of the power they were born with.

  Staying tied to their native planet was a death sentence. They had left that planet long ago as others chased them across the known galaxy. He was, in essence, offering them a home. Me’akal watched the star that glowed on his right cheek. This male had the power to do that. Few could overrule him.

  “What’s the price,” Me’akal asked bitterly. There was always a price.

  “From time to time, I will ask you to handle jobs for me. You will be my enforcers.”

  This male was strange, different in the way he held humans in high esteem. Working for him would mean being on the right side of things even if it was the harder, messier side of things. He turned to look at his brothers. It was all or none, that’s how their pack worked. For several minutes they stared at each other in silence before he turned to look at the male. He hoped he wasn’t about to make the biggest mistake of his life.

  “Yes.”

  Chapter One

  “Violet,” Ivy rolled her eyes even as she answered her sister’s call. She called about every hour and a half to make sure she was still alive. Ivy was moving, Violet considered it a cross-country journey, but she was only relocating to the other side of Pennsylvania. It did feel like the other side of the Earth, but she refused to feed into her sister’s fears.

  “I’m just checking to make sure you’re still alive, but if I’m frustrating you…”

  Ivy fought the urge to close her eyes and shake her head. That might be tragic since she was presently going ninety miles an hour. She slowed down. It never helped to talk to Violet when she was speeding.

  “Vi, you’re not losing me. You can come visit whenever you want.”

  “That’s not what it feels like.” Ivy couldn’t deny that. They were connected on deeper levels than their parents could begin to understand. She could feel the bond with her sister stretching. The one thing she prayed for, it may be the only thing she prayed for, wa
s that their bond didn’t break. The hole that would appear would swallow her whole.

  “I couldn’t stay Vi, I tried I really did.”

  “I know I wish I could have…”

  “Violet, no! I’m not playing I mean it.”

  “I said I wouldn’t and I won’t.” She let her breath out in a huff. “But did you have to move halfway around the world?”

  “I’m still in Pennsylvania.”

  “I’m sure you’re not. I checked a map, that place doesn’t show up. Do you know how small the town has to be to not show up on a map?”

  “How small?”

  “I don’t know and it doesn’t matter. If it doesn’t show up, it doesn’t exist. You’re going to some God forsaken place. GOD. FORSAKEN.” She reemphasized every word. “They probably voted for him.” Outrage was in every word.

  “I’m sure some of them did but let’s not jump to conclusions.”

  “Conclusions? They are walking around drinking their water out of wells because they don’t have running water. I bet they still use outhouses and bedpans at night. OMG! You’re going to have to empty bedpans and if they find out we’re sisters, they’ll hang you from the highest tree and I’ll never see you again.”

  Ivy choked back her laughter. “Are you feeling better?”

  “Yeah, I am. I still hate that you’re going someplace that doesn’t show on the map. I also still think the place is strange.”

  “I hope so. You and I do well in strange. I wish you would move with me.”

  “Why so I can be stared at? It’s too bad that Violet looks like that. Her sister is so much prettier than her.” She imitated the voices that followed them through their lives.

  Ivy balled the hand that wasn’t on the wheel. Violet had faced prejudice and petty people all her life. A small amount rubbed off on Ivy. Just enough to make her want to crush stupid people.

  “Besides, I’m sure Misty Hollow doesn’t exist. When you get there and find out five toothless old men live there, then we can relocate to Miami.”

  Ivy laughed. Violet wanted to live in Miami as much as she wanted a hole in her head.

  “Since we are not talking about, he who shall not be named, let’s speculate that one of those toothless men is tall and hot and all he needs is dentures to make him perfect.” Violet was laughing her ass off.

  “This is why you’re not in charge of finding men for me. Let’s talk about your history with cock instead.”

  “I swear, you keep trying to change the program. I am well-sexed thank you.”

  “Is it with that monster dildo I found in your drawer when I was…”

  “Wait! What were you doing in my drawers and please tell me you didn’t touch my monster dildo!”

  Now Ivy was laughing her ass off. “I wasn’t in your drawers. But I know you.”

  “I hate you,” Violet spit out between laughter. “I concede, it’s been a while.”

  They both sighed. “Why do we have such bad luck when it comes to men?” Violet asked thinking about what she’d been through.

  “I don’t know… Oh, there it is. Welcome to Misty Hollow, population fifty thousand.”

  “Lies, they added the zeros to make you feel better. Do you see any cows?”

  “Nope, not one.”

  “That’s because they are walking down the main street. I’ll let you go. Please call me when you’re settled.”

  “I will, thanks, Vi.” She sighed when she hung up. Waking up and knowing that Vi wasn’t around the corner or sneaking into her house was going to hurt. Staying there and watching what should have been her life go to someone else was going to hurt more. Watching him who shall not be named call her a freak in a low voice that was just loud enough for her to hear, while miss thang laughed with a cackle.

  Her phone led her to a rental office. She entered into a month-to-month lease unsure that she wanted to live in an apartment. Since she didn’t know anyone here or even the area, she didn’t want to be stuck for a year.

  She knocked on the door before she walked in. “Hi.”

  The woman at the front desk looked her over and then forced a smile to her face. “Hi. Ivy Merlin?”

  “That’s me. I’m here to pick up a key.” The receptionist’s office was small. It held one small desk, four chairs along with nice floor to ceiling windows. There was probably a ball and chain on the dour face of the woman glaring at her.

  Ivy eyed her escape to freedom as she waited.

  “I have the key right here.” The woman stuck her hand in a drawer and came out with two keys. “The building has a security door on it.” She sat the keys on her desk.

  “Thanks, Ms.…?” Ivy picked the keys up.

  “Let’s not exchange names. My kind and yours…” The woman looked down her rather pointed nose at Ivy. “Don’t get along. Wouldn’t want to give you any ammunition, now would I? Remember you may think you’re stronger than me, but I have the home field advantage.”

  “Right, home field.” Ivy backed up never taking her eyes off the woman she thought might go all Norman Bates any minute. She sighed when she got out the door and into her car. Maybe Violet was right about this place. Nope, she refused to concede defeat because the woman was a combination of resident evil and bat shit crazy.

  She typed in the address of her new place. Things would get better.

  Chapter Two

  “Whose bright idea was it to send us shopping?” Adem grossed like he was the pushing the cart.

  “Me’akal wants us to blend in more. Act more human,” Ca’yal’s voice was so low that he knew only Adem would hear him.

  “Why? This place attracts freaks. Why do you think we’re here?”

  A man walking pass threw them both a nasty look before he hurried his daughter away from them.

  “I agree with you, but I do what I’m commanded to do, mostly.”

  Adem grinned, Ca’yal loved trouble as much as he did. Neither of them saw the female who was shaking her booty with the headphones on when she backed up into them.

  “Damnnn if you wanted to shake that ass at me all you had to do was ask, clumsy female.” Ca’yal gave her a smile.

  Ivy popped one of the buds out of her ear. “Did you just call me clumsy?”

  “You heard that, but not the part where I said I’d take that ass on any day?” He leaned over and sniffed her. “Bah, human.”

  What the hell? She leaned over and took a big whiff of him. “Bah, dog. I wouldn’t want you shedding all over my couch.”

  Ca’yal and Adem traded a look.

  “What am I female?” Adem stepped closer to her.

  “Is this how you greet new people in this town? No wonder my sister told me not to come here. I swear you should at least be nice to me for a week before you take out your dicks and start pissing around.” She leaned over and took a sniff opened her mouth then snapped it shut.

  She took another sniff before finally answering. “Earth, rocks, something fundamental and utterly useless trying to get away from.”

  They stared at her gaping.

  “Too bad you’re such a dick because you're hot as hell.”

  “Me?” Ca’yal was at a loss for words.

  “Duh, yeah you. You got a name?”

  “Ca’yal.” He dropped the act as he tried to understand the puzzle talking to him.

  “Hi, Ca’yal, nice name. I’m Ivy maybe I’ll see you around.” She winked at him and gave his friend a tilt of her head.

  “I notice she didn’t ask my name.”

  Ca’yal paid him no attention as he watched Ivy with her perfectly round ass wiggle its way down the aisle. Ivy was tall about five eight with the brightest green eyes. She was plush and would probably hit the roof if she knew what he thought of her. The saying a dog doesn’t want a bone worked for him. He was after all, a dog… wait no he was a hound of hell. But damn he’d like to lay his head on her thick belly and plow between those thighs. He didn’t have to look down to know Hound Jr. was trying to rise to
the occasion. That’s why he loved and hated tight jeans.

  “Earth to Ca’yal, please come in.”

  He hit Adem in his shoulder. “Let’s finish shopping. As long as my ass is pushing the cart, I don’t want to hear any more whining out of you.”

  “Only dogs whine I roar like an earthquake.” He moved away from Ca’yal’s next punch.

  “You move fast for such a big man.”

  “And don’t you forget it.” He wiggled his eyebrows and picked up more packages of steak.

  “Come on we need something green or Me’akal will blow.” Ca’yal pushed the cart down a different aisle trying to understand who Ivy was.

  *~*~*~*

  “I’m telling you, she’s the real deal.” Ca’yal sat at the table with his brothers. “She correctly identified me as part canine.”

  “She was messing with you. All women want to call men, dogs.” Ri’cal told him. “That doesn’t make her the real deal.”

  “I know, that’s why Adem got close to her and asked what he was. She took a deep sniff and went to answer then stopped. Then she took another whiff and told him he was Earth. Explain that.”

  Ri’cal looked around the room meeting his brother’s eyes. “Lucky guess?”

  “You should see her,” Ca’yal told them.

  “You know what we gave up when we decided to stay here,” Me’akal told him gruffly.

  “I know.”

  “What was her name?”

  “Ivy.”

  Me’akal reached for the iPad lying on the table. They kept tabs on everyone coming and leaving Misty Hollow. They weren’t the Sentinels, but they were part of the supernatural entities that protected the city. With a few deft movements, the stats for Ivy Merlin popped up.

  The brothers gathered around to read them.

  Name: Ivy Merlin

  Gender: Female

  Race: Unknown

  Color: Unknown

  Abilities: Unknown