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Brack stalked outside, battling irritation at the wary look Sonya’s babysitter had given him. Sonya had looked relieved to have him leave, as well.

Hell, what did he care?

He had a job to do, and he’d damn well do it. Someone or something was hurting the birds he loved, and he intended to put a stop to it.

He phoned Deke and Rex and filled them in while he drove back to the house. A half hour later, he met his brothers in the library to strategize.

“Sheriff Cohen thinks we’re raising mutant attack birds up here,” Brack said.

Deke gave a belly laugh and Rex cursed. “Sheriff Cohen is a moron.”

Brack’s sentiments exactly. “He’s determined to pin these attacks on us, and to run us out of town.”

“We’re not scared kids anymore.” Rex sipped his coffee. “And he’s not running us or our families out of town again.”

“I’d like to see him run out of office,” Deke muttered.

Brack and Rex said amen to that comment.

“He threatened to bring someone in from the state agencies to check out the birds, but I don’t trust him,” Brack explained. “I think we should call in our own wildlife biologist, someone who can help us figure out what the hell’s going on. If it’s up to Cohen, he’ll destroy the falcons and burn down Falcon Ridge.”

“Over my dead body,” Rex snapped.

“We’ll get to the bottom of it first, get the animal rights activists on board if we have to,” Deke assured him. “You were in the woods, Brack? What do you think happened to the woman?”

The memory of Sonya’s terrified eyes haunted him. “I don’t know. I heard a horrific attack cry that sounded half human, half animal. And you’ve both seen the injured falcons. Something is literally ripping out their talons and mauling them to death.”

“I’ve never seen birds prey on each other like this, or on humans,” Rex said. “We should have the remains of the mutilated birds tested.”

“I’ll talk to the vet, Doctor Priestly,” Brack said. “In fact, I’ve been wondering how this predator catches the birds. We all know that’s next to impossible with a healthy raptor.”

“Which means he may injure them in some other way first,” Deke said.

“We haven’t found bullet wounds in them, though,” Brack said.

“Maybe he’s poisoning them somehow,” Rex said. “Tainting their food source with something to make them ill. I’ll get the EPA out here right away.”

Brack hissed, “And I’ll have Doctor Priestly run tests, look at tox screens.”

“You said the little girl claimed a monster bird attacked her mother?” Deke asked.

Brack nodded.

The three men exchanged skeptical but worried looks. “There were talon marks on Sonya’s back.” Her wounds had looked odd, sadistic like an animal, but humans could be sadistic, as well. Often, psychopaths began their criminal activities by killing pets and other animals as children. Then their violence escalated. Perhaps that was the case here.

“Is the woman going to be all right?” Rex asked.

Brack nodded. “She’ll heal, she seems tough. By the way, they’re our neighbors. She and her daughter just moved in to that old farmhouse down the hill.”

“The one built over the land that’s supposedly possessed?” Rex asked.

Brack nodded. He didn’t know if Sonya had known about the rumor when she’d bought the farmhouse or not. But bad things had happened there before. A murder years ago. Another questionable death in the woods last year. Some said the land was tainted, that it held evil itself because of the miners who’d died and been buried below ground.

“Maybe Elsie and Allison can stop by and see her,” Deke suggested.

Brack nodded, remembering how difficult Elsie’s life had been. Her father had kidnapped her from her mother when she was four, then abandoned her in an orphanage for unwed mothers when she was thirteen. She’d been abused and traumatized and had only recently reconnected with her mother—all thanks to Deke. Then Deke had married her, and now they planned to open a center for troubled teens in town.

“Hailey will probably want to go, too,” Rex said. “She’s joined this group in town where they deliver a basket of goodies to new residents.”

Brack shook his head at his brothers. They were turning damn domestic on him.

But he felt for his brother’s wife, Hailey. Hell, how could he not? Their lives had been intertwined since they were kids when his father had been accused of killing her parents. Hailey had witnessed the bloodbath the town called the Hatchet Murders when she was little, but she’d repressed the memory until she’d returned to Tin City. At the time, Rex had been trying to prove their father innocent of the crimes. Then someone had tried to kill Hailey to keep her from remembering, and Rex and Hailey had been thrown together.

Brack was happy for his brothers, but he had no intention of giving up his freedom for a woman. No, he’d almost made that mistake two years ago in Arizona when he’d mixed business with pleasure.

Erica Evans had poleaxed him when she’d come looking for a bodyguard for her and her child. He’d fallen hard for her, had even considered asking her to marry him.

Then she’d hauled it back to her husband.

In the end, she’d claimed he was too dark and brooding for her. Said he didn’t know how to socialize. Hell, she was right. He’d prefer a hike in the woods alone to a party any day.

But the thing that disturbed him most was her final dig—she claimed that he scared her kid.

Sonya Silverstein’s beautiful face flashed into his mind, then her little girl’s, and the mental wheels in his brain rolled like a freight train barreling ahead. But he refused to board that train again.

“I’m going into the woods now, see what I can find,” Brack said. He strode from the room, needing to be alone.

Needing to blend into the woods with the animals and forget that Sonya’s green eyes had momentarily made him want to bury himself in her and forget his vow of solitude.

NIGHTMARES of the attack tormented Sonya. Katie’s terrified screams echoed in her head. Her own followed.

She jerked awake and stared at the clock, her body tense. The nightmare was over. Katie was safe. And she was in the hospital.

The clock read 6:00 p.m. She desperately wanted to go home.

She could not spend another hour in this room. The smells, sounds…they were a part of her job. Yet in the back of her mind, other memories stood out. The night she’d given birth to her daughter. The problems with the delivery. The horrifying realization that something was wrong.

The incubator where they’d placed her premature newborn. She’d been born six weeks early, and weighed only three pounds. She had struggled for days with her breathing. And then the tests…

Hours of endless waiting. Days of not knowing. Stan’s denial.

Then his withdrawal.

As if only the perfect in society deserved love.

She’d fought against hating him then. Not for herself but for the infant who needed him. And last night she’d come so close to losing her baby again….

She had to go home. Tuck Katie into bed, touch her and know that they were both still alive.

She beeped the nurses’ station and begged the RN to persuade the doctor to release her. Katie needed her tonight, and she needed to be with her in their own house.

Even though she was beginning to wonder if the house was haunted. Had it had been built on tainted land as rumors in Tin City claimed? Land where evil bled through the ground and rose to leak a sinister danger in the walls.

Dr. Waverman, a physician she had worked with more than once when she’d worked the ER rotations, stepped into the room. He was midthirties, had sandy brown hair, hazel eyes, and had displayed more than a passing interest in her since she’d accepted a job with Tin City’s only rescue squad unit.

And although he seemed nice, she hadn’t felt any sexual sparks or interest in return.

Maybe she had cut herself off from men because she was afraid. Her parents’ marriage had failed. Hers had ended bitterly.

Everyone she loved deserted her.

She’d even convinced herself that she was past feeling anything for any man.

Then why had she felt a connection with Brack Falcon? Why had her skin tingled and her body felt drawn to him?

Because he saved your life.

It was only natural.

“Sonya.” Dr. Waverman looked up from her chart. “I think you need to rest at least twenty-four hours before going home. You lost a lot of blood.”

“I’m fine, Doctor Waverman. I can’t sleep here, especially since I would have to leave Katie all night.”

“Sonya, please call me Aaron. And it won’t hurt Katie to spend a night with Margaret.” He paused, giving her a concerned look. “It’s healthy for children and parents to spend time apart. You need, you deserve, to have a life. Even if it is to rest.”

“But—”

“You don’t want Katie to suffer from separation anxiety when she starts school, do you?”

The thought of Katie attending school, of facing the kids who might tease her, sent a shudder through her. Granted, she had enrolled Katie in a small preschool program, but that was different. Only three hours at a time, two days a week.

Besides, she didn’t need a parenting lecture right now. She would worry about separation anxiety when the time came. When Katie was ready.

When she was ready.

Not when some man ordered her to do so.

No, she’d never allow another male to make her decisions for her.

“Please, Aaron.” Sonya detested the wobble in her voice, but maybe at home she could stop having nightmares, feel safe, forget the trauma of the past night and day.

“All right, I’ll prepare the paperwork.” He moved closer, reached up and brushed his hand down her arm. “Just promise me you will rest, that if you need help with Katie, you’ll ask Margaret to watch her.”

“We’ll be fine,” Sonya said, willing strength into her voice. “I’ve been on my own with my daughter for four years, Aaron. I can manage.”

A flare of sexual interest sparked in his eyes. “You don’t have to do everything alone,” he said softly.

Sonya bit down on her lip. She wished she could reciprocate Aaron’s attentions, but anything more than friendship was impossible. She wasn’t ready for a personal entanglement with anyone.

Not Aaron or the mysterious falconer who’d saved her life. The one who’d heated her blood with his dark, brooding eyes and his gruff exterior.

She simply wanted to be at home where she and Katie could be together, safe, hidden away from the monsters in the woods.

And the ones who looked like men—the ones who could hurt her just the same.

A MURKY GRAY SKY hung heavy with clouds as Brack hiked through the dense woods. Winter echoed in the shrill sound of the wind whistling through the mountain of trees. Animals skittered and scurried, scrounging for food. A vulture soared above, obviously zeroing in on the carcass of a dead animal for his next meal.

Brack veered to the right, tracking its movements.

Normally, the forest offered him solace, a place to purge his physical energy and frustration with a run or hike. A place to find inner peace, the strength he needed to sustain his goals, to serve his only friends, the birds of prey, and live as God had intended him to—alone and free in the wild.

But turmoil tightened his every movement today, his senses honed for dissension in the animal kingdom.

Had something in the environment poisoned the animals? Maybe the smaller ones that the falcons preyed on? Were some of the birds sick, diseased, carrying an affliction that caused them to attack at random? Or was a human among them, ripping at their flesh and using them as an excuse for his vicious attacks?

The idea of mutants—half animal, half human—was another possibility he couldn’t ignore, although the idea seemed far-fetched. But the ghost legends and tales of the miners trapped below the city were infamous. And random deaths over the years created suspicions, and had never been explained. Like the death in the woods behind the old farmhouse Sonya had bought.

He hiked a few more feet, then paused near Vulture’s Point. His stomach churned when he spotted two juvenile hawks slaughtered near the west end of the ridge. The vulture had honed in on them for dinner.

He’d have to find food from another source tonight. Brack stooped, yanked on gloves, then gathered their remains into boxes he had brought with him in his pack.

He’d send them to the vet for analysis. The blizzard dwindled into a light snow as he trekked back toward Falcon Ridge, but the roaring wind continued to shake the trees and howl incessantly, biting at his cheeks.

A half hour later, he packed the boxes in the trunk of his SUV and drove down the mountain to the vet. Dr. Phil Priestly, the town veterinarian, studied the animals with dismay. The vet was in his midforties, intelligent and had done an internship at Cornell University at its Veterinary School of Medicine. He had also been attacked by violent wild dogs once and had a special interest in animal behavior. His assistant, a young guy named Elmsworth, watched him from the lab.

“I’ll look them over, take some samples and blood, and see what we can find.” He frowned and pulled at his chin. “You say the woman had talon marks on her back?”

“Yes. Thankfully her heavy coat offered some protection, but the attack was pretty vicious. My brother is calling a wildlife biologist and the EPA to help us look into this matter. If the water or vegetation is contaminated, it could affect other creatures in the forest.”

And eventually might trickle into the town’s water source and affect humans. A danger Brack didn’t want to face.

The vet nodded. “I’ll run full tox screens and let you know what I find.”

“Good. We need to solve this mystery ourselves before Cohen stirs up so much panic, the town goes on a wild bird hunt and destroys the wildlife.”

He thanked Priestly, then climbed into his SUV and cranked the engine. He wondered what the doctors had determined about Sonya, if they’d discovered anything on the blood or hair fibers on her skin.

He punched in the hospital’s number. It took a minute but the receptionist finally patched him through to Sonya’s doctor.

“It’s Brack Falcon, Doctor Waverman. I’m calling to check on Sonya Silverstein.”

“She’s fine. I’m preparing the paperwork for her release now.” He paused. “Although I wish she’d stay the night. She’s weak and needs rest, but she insists she wants to go home and be with her daughter.”

The mother bear protecting her cub.

“What did you find on those tests? Anything unusual?”

“I can’t discuss her medical records with you, Mr. Falcon.”

“I’m not asking about personal information. But if I’m going to find out what attacked her, I need to know if you discovered anything unusual. I’ll check with the CSI lab if I need to.”

Waverman muttered something beneath his breath. “There was something odd,” Waverman admitted in a low voice. “I haven’t told Sonya yet, but mixed with her blood, I found traces of another human’s blood. What’s even weirder, there were also traces of animal blood on her skin.”

Brack’s blood ran cold. “The blood of a bird?”

“That I don’t know yet. We’ll have to wait on more tests to verify the source.”

Damn, Cohen would have a fit.

An image of Sonya wounded and bleeding, lying in that snow the night before, flashed back, and Brack pressed the accelerator.

If Sonya’s attacker was part animal and part man, then they were dealing with a mutant creature of some sort.

But if it was human, the sicko might be afraid she would recognize him. Which meant that he might come after her again.

And she might still be in danger.