Connor nodded. “That’s fine. It’s better not to jump to any conclusions. Did you smell anything?”
She frowned, shifted her gaze down as she considered. “Nothing but Pack,” she said, and looked up again. “No animals. But we were upwind, and the wind was really strong.”
“What about unfamiliar magic?” I asked.
“Like sorcerers?” Beth’s gaze darted to mine, then away again. “Vamps?”
“Or shifters,” Connor said. “Any kind of magic that didn’t seem common or usual. Or maybe no magic at all?”
Beth lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know. Nothing unusual, I guess.”
“There are rumors about a beast,” Maeve said.
“What kind of beast?” Connor asked, voice quiet and careful, as the chatter dipped to silence around us.
“Something big,” Maeve said quietly, and goose bumps lifted on my arms at the warning in her voice. “Something stronger than us. Something that’s out there hunting.”
Despite the warning in her tone, her eyes glittered, and I wasn’tsure if it was fear or excitement about the possibility of a hunt—or a battle.
“Details?” Connor asked.
“Only what we’ve told you so far,” she said. “No one’s gotten a good look at it. No one has really seen.”
“Because it’s nonsense,” Jae said, closing the first aid kit with a click. “Maybe there’s an asshole in the woods. Maybe there’s an asshole in the clan. But there’s no mythical beast.”
Maeve didn’t seem to like that pronouncement, made an expression that said she’d eaten something sour—or held back salty words.
“Did anyone see or hear anything else?” Connor asked.
“Not that I can think of,” Beth said. Maeve just shook her head, and then shifted her gaze to the lawn, where a man approached.
He was tall and lean, with a short crop of white hair that was perfectly styled. I guessed he was in his late fifties, and he eschewed the shifter denim-and-leather uniform for pressed khakis and a polo shirt of blue-and-green stripes. He looked less “shifter” and more “insurance agent.”
Gaze scanning the scene, he saw us, nodded, headed in our direction. “Loren,” he offered with a smile. “And you’re Connor Keene. It’s been a few years.”
This was the elder Marian had mentioned, the one who’d discovered Paisley. He nodded at Clive, got a nod in response. He was handsome in the way of sharp and precise men, and wore his power comfortably.
“It has,” Connor agreed, shaking his hand. “This is Elisa Sullivan and Alexei Breckenridge.”
“Of the Chicago Sullivans and Breckenridges,” Loren said, blue eyes shining. “Welcome to our home.” Loren glanced back at the women. “Everything all right here? I was just in the lodge and felt the magic. Thought I’d check it out.”
“Beth was attacked,” Connor told Loren, and gave him the details.
I looked back at the women, and noticed Beth and Jae didn’t seem especially thrilled to see Loren. Because he was an elder, I wondered, or because they just didn’t like him?
Maeve wasn’t watching Loren; she was watching me, and didn’t bother to hide her animosity. Because I was vampire, because I was here with Connor, or possibly both, I guessed.
“Animal attack” was Loren’s conclusion.
“Maybe,” Connor said noncommittally.
“We should let her shift,” Loren said, nodding to Beth as if offering her permission.
That was part of the magic of shifters: Transforming into animal form healed any wounds incurred in human form. A neat trick, but unfortunately one that didn’t work the other way around.
Beth nodded. “I would. I’d like to get back to my cabin.”
“Take care of yourself,” Loren said supportively, then turned back to us.