Hunter's Heart (Alpha Pack #4)(3)

Only her father knew of the "gifts" bestowed upon her, supposedly by a Native American ancestor. Everyone else would think her crazy, so the two of them guarded her secret with great care.

All of her life, she'd been plagued with visions of scenes that were either imminent or had just occurred. Most of them were useless, nothing more than innocuous flashes. In the more serious, detailed ones, she typically didn't have a clue who the person in the scene was, and couldn't do anything to help. Well, not directly. Her other gift-astral projection, the ability to send her physical body into a dreamlike state and visit another place in a spirit form-was also useless if she didn't know who to help, or where they were.

Squirming on her sleeping bag, she worried over the handsome blond man in her vision. Who was he? What were those horrible things that had attacked him and his friends?

Most important, was he going to survive?

She didn't know why he mattered so much. Why the need to find him and make certain he was alive was like ants crawling over her skin. Maybe, with this one, she could find out. Because, unlike all the others, for one brief instant, Daria and the man had connected. Even now, as the rest of the vision seemed distant, a thin tendril remained, trailing from her consciousness to his. She felt it, but would need to project astrally to access it. However, she couldn't do that until she'd recovered some. The strength of this vision had left her drained.

Settling down again, she tossed until daylight broke, sleep elusive. Rather than being rested, she was tired and rattled. She'd been so afraid she'd fall asleep and wake up to find the thread connecting her to the sexy stranger had vanished. But it was still there, waiting.

Centering herself, she sat with her legs crossed and closed her eyes, arms loose in her lap. Focusing inward, she let the sounds of the waking forest carry her away. The telltale tingle danced over her skin, the signal that her body was going into its trancelike state. Slowly, her consciousness separated from her body, leaving it behind. Looking back, she saw herself sitting peacefully in the tent and, satisfied, set out to follow the thread.

At first the journey was easy. Not confined to flesh, she soared over the trees, basking in the sunlight and the beauty of the day. Onward she traveled, the connection leading her to a curious break in the forest, a place where the trees had been cleared. In the center of the clearing sat a large building boasting several wings. The thread led to one of those wings in particular.

In seconds, she stood in what appeared to be a hallway. Before her was a door, and beyond it, she knew she'd find the man she sought. Going forward, she simply walked through it, intent on reaching the still form on the bed-

A loud shriek snapped Daria painfully back into her body. The sound echoed through the mountains, causing her pulse to stutter in her chest. "What the hell?"

As the sound died away, she tried to figure out what in God's name it had been. The creature's angry, baritone cry reminded her of something prehistoric out of an old Godzilla movie. Unbelievable, but accurate. As the call died, chills pimpled her skin. Whatever it was, it could be miles away.

That idea was enough to get her moving. She felt too much like a sitting duck here, and she couldn't try the projection again for a while anyway. Quickly, she broke camp, packing her tent and supplies, and then making sure the fire was completely out. Then she headed down the trail on the way to her next site.

Thoughts of the blond man were never far from her mind as she hiked. She much preferred to think of him rather than the terrible dream, or the disturbing bellow from some strange animal. Could a grizzly bear make a sound like that, if it was in dire pain? She didn't think so. But out here, what could be large enough to make that noise and be heard for miles?

Don't think of it. Think of him.

She put the mystery animal from her thoughts and lost herself in enjoying the day. She tackled a couple of steep switchbacks, and by noon, tired and sweating, finally stopped to rest. Dragging off her pack, she rolled her shoulders with relief and bent to reach inside for her water.

A familiar stench hit her nose and she straightened slowly. Blood and rotting flesh. Standing stock-still, she turned only her head, scanning the area for signs of the remains that must be nearby. Up ahead, she spotted some broken branches off to the side of the trail. Beyond that, perhaps thirty yards into the foliage, there was something lying on the ground. Studying the lump, she thought she saw blue jean material, maybe a boot.

"Aw, shit."

Quickly, she grabbed her handheld radio from the backpack. If it was a body, she'd have to call the rangers' station and report it, then wait for them to arrive. She needed to check in with them anyway, let them know she was all right. Carefully, she ventured off the trail and picked her way to the lump on the ground. As she got closer, her fears were realized.

"God in heaven," she whispered.

Once, the body had been a human, but whether it was a man or woman, she couldn't say. The corpse had been literally torn to pieces. She spotted part of a leg, an arm. The torso was mostly gone, eaten. Huge teeth had ripped massive chunks of flesh from its victim, the marks so big she couldn't fathom what creature had made them. There was no head to be seen.

Stumbling a few steps away, Daria fell to her knees and vomited. Her stomach turned inside out, though, thankfully, there wasn't much to purge due to her lack of breakfast. As the heaves subsided, one thought screamed into her brain.

What if the killer is still here?