The Texas Shifter's Mate

Especially since he couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt. He’d promised Nantha he’d look after her while she was on land. And somehow, he’d let her down. He had no idea what might have happened to her.

A thousand scenarios, each more horrible than the last, drifted through his head at night when he closed his eyes and attempted to sleep. Truthfully, he watched way too many crime dramas on TV. The story lines filled his head with dark and disastrous possibilities, things that wouldn’t even have occurred to him if he hadn’t seen the programs and realized what awful acts humans were capable of. He hoped nothing like that had happened to his sister.

Instead, he kept busy searching. The Monday after she’d disappeared, he’d called in sick to work. Tuesday, the same thing. Wednesday, he showed up, if only to put in to take the rest of the week off as personal vacation days. At the last moment, he’d changed that to taking a two-week long vacation. No one could argue since Zach hadn’t taken any actual time off in close to three years.

Because sleeping brought nightmares, he fueled himself with caffeine and tried to stay awake as much as possible. He’d even done a quick shape-shift into his Wolf self in order to search the area around his mother’s house by scent. Despite the incredible ability of his Wolf nose, he’d turned up nothing.

Every waking moment since Sunday night, he’d spent searching or thinking about where Nantha could be. He longed for a clue, a hint, anyone catching a glimpse of a tall, willowy blonde with bright blue eyes. He’d done a thorough search of the western area of Galveston Island, close to where she’d disappeared. After that, he’d haunted all the touristy areas, including the beaches, before moving on to other residential neighborhoods.

Despite this, he’d turned up nothing. Absolutely, freaking, nothing. He wished he could have taken the extra step of filing a missing person report with the human police, but Merfolk didn’t have human identity. He’d spoken with the Pack Protectors instead, even though they worked with Shifters rather than Mermaids. They’d treated him kindly, if dismissively, but at least they knew to be looking for her. It hadn’t helped his state of mind when the Protector taking the report had suggested slyly that maybe his sister had run off with her boyfriend, needing to escape her overprotective brother.

Zach had tamped down his rage at the smirking man. The man didn’t know his sister. If he did, he’d never have made such a comment. Nantha might be mischievous, but she adored her family. She’d never do something so irresponsible. If she’d had a boyfriend she’d wanted to run off with, she would have told them all before she waved goodbye. Clearly, her life was in danger, no matter what the Protector believed.

After the sting of that encounter, Zach still didn’t regret reaching out to the Pack Protectors. This wasn’t about him. He couldn’t let injured pride come between him and a chance to rescue Nantha. He’d simply asked to speak to someone else. However, something the second Pack Protector said when taking Zach’s information worried him. “Another one?” he’d asked, before appearing to catch himself. After that, despite Zach’s repeated attempts to get him to elaborate, he’d refused.

Another one. Had other Mermaids recently gone missing? If so, why? These were the kind of questions that kept him up at night. Maybe Shayla would know. He’d ask her later that evening when they signed the contract.

The Shadow Agency. He liked the name. And even though he knew only one of the woman had any experience whatsoever with private investigation, he knew they’d all give the search everything they had. And he couldn’t ask for more than that.

So now he had help, which eased his panic somewhat. He wanted to let his mother know too, hoping it would help her, as well. But it would have seemed odd to tell her that he’d enlisted the assistance of two women he’d met in a bar, so he didn’t. Not yet. His shape-shifting mom, June, had gone out hunting as Wolf every night since Nantha had disappeared, hoping to catch a hint of her scent. That was all she knew to do; that and stay close to home in case Nantha returned of her own volition.

Despite how ridiculous it might sound, Zach allowed himself to feel the first bit of hope he’d had since Sunday night. The knowledge that he’d hired a Mermaid and another Shifter to help him search for Nantha made him feel more proactive. He definitely could use another pair of eyes and ears under the sea, because he had no way to know what was going on there unless Ion told him. And truthfully, Nantha’s father seemed too devastated by his daughter’s disappearance to be of much use. Since Zach loved his stepfather as deeply as if he were biological, the older man’s pain had become Zach’s, as well.

It was a giant cluster of worry and fear. He didn’t see things improving until Nantha was found, which had better be soon.

In the middle of all this, he couldn’t stop thinking about Shayla. Even worried about his stepsister, the image of the gorgeous Mermaid haunted him.

Zach would never forget how Ion had reacted when Nantha had vanished. At first, the older Merman had clearly thought she was playing a joke on him. Nantha had a mischievous streak and frequently liked to tease both her father and Zach. She’d gone for her usual walk, just as she always did before returning to the sea.

But as the search turned into hours and the daylight disappeared, they’d all begun to realize that something was very wrong. They’d driven to Stewart Beach, leaving June at home in case Nantha showed up. Zach and Ion had walked the sand, asking anyone they encountered if they’d seen a woman alone. No one had.

Finally, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Zach quietly had to admit defeat. He’d suggested they return home, just in case Nantha showed up there. Of course, they both knew she hadn’t as June hadn’t called.

Though he’d agreed, Ion had stumbled on the walk back to the car. When he got inside, Zach saw the older man had gone ashen. When they pulled up to the house, Zach had gone around to help Ion out. Again, Ion swayed and nearly fell.

Watching from the front door, June had rushed over to support and reassure her husband. Zach stepped back, glad she at least had a distraction. Soon enough, she’d realize what both he and Ion already had.

Nantha was missing. Something, somewhere, somehow, had gone very wrong. Despite that they’d turned up nothing—no sign of a struggle, no blood, no witnesses—she’d disappeared. Zach’s best guess was that she’d been taken. The one thing that gave him solace was the fact that none of Nantha’s personal belongings had floated up to the surface.

Later, when none of them wanted to make eye contact with the others and silence made the air feel heavy enough to choke on since no one knew what to say, each grappled internally with their own panic. While no one had the slightest idea what might have happened, they all knew their beloved Nantha was in danger. But where? And how? This not knowing, not having a clue, made it all worse somehow.

Finally, Ion had said goodbye. He’d gone home, diving into the ocean, determined to find his daughter if she was there. June had taken to her bed, her earlier hysterics becoming a sort of dry-eyed grief. She could barely function. Despite this Zach had to leave her alone. He couldn’t stay and reassure her while there remained a very real chance he could still find his little sister.

When he’d left them, Ion had promised to report back if he discovered any news. As of today, they still hadn’t heard anything at all from him. June had managed to get herself together, but Zach could tell she was a nervous wreck. She’d already phoned him three times since eight o’clock that morning asking if he’d heard anything, anything at all. Finally, he’d gently told her that she’d be the first to know if he did. He planned to call her later in the day even if he had not.

His small apartment in Texas City felt cramped, so he didn’t stay there long. He drove south to Galveston, figuring he could grab a meal and take yet another walk along the seawall and Stewart Beach. This time of the year, with the exception of spring break, was his favorite next to autumn. The thousands of tourists hadn’t yet descended on the island, and while the Houstonians came down on the weekends, the pleasant weather and lack of crowds made everything nice.

Abruptly he realized nothing would be nice again until Nantha came home. He headed down to the pier and Joe’s Crab Shack, where he could grab a shrimp po’boy and a beer.

Even then, he showed Nantha’s photo to everyone who walked by his table, just in case one of them might have seen her. No one had. He refused to let this dampen his spirits. After all, he still had time until darkness. After his meal, he’d do another circle of the seawall.

He’d simply keep searching until he met Shayla and Maddie at Broken Chains, signed the contract and handed over his retainer fee. Then and only then would he truly feel as if he wasn’t simply spinning his wheels.

While he looked, he’d ask every business to put up a poster. Earlier, he’d had the foresight to print up some missing person posters. He’d left some with his mother, asking her to go around her neighborhood and get them up. For himself, he stuck close to the businesses, restaurants and shops. After traveling all around Broadway, The Strand, the seawall and the pier asking store owners to put them up, he realized he’d need to print more. He stopped back into the same print shop where he’d had the first batch done and ordered again. They ran them off while he waited, declined to charge him anything. He thanked them, the kindness of the small gesture warming his heart. He also noted they already had one posted to their window.

Making a second round to hit all the places he hadn’t the first time, as the sun began to set, he ended up with a few hundred of the posters left. Exhausted, he decided to go home and shower, maybe grab a sandwich before heading to Broken Chains to meet Shayla and Maddie.

As full darkness fell, he drove back toward Harborside Drive. Across from the cruise ship terminals, there were various parking lots as well as commercial businesses and warehouses. Some of the older buildings hadn’t been repaired since Hurricane Ike tore through and were still boarded up. Broken Chains was hidden down an alley between two such buildings. Most humans viewed the area as dangerous and stayed away. The bar’s Vampire and Shifter employees made sure to clear the alley before opening for business each night.

As he made his way toward the alley, he glanced around before making that last right turn. There, the sign with no letters, swinging in the night breeze. If any human chanced upon it, they’d definitely believe it a remnant from the time before the hurricane.

Zach stopped, inhaling deeply, waiting before he actually tapped the code out on the door. He’d always loved the moment before entering. The atmospheric setup—the dead-end alley, towering medieval door. The precise number of knocks in a certain cadence, and the vetting before one was allowed in. He wondered what happened if a human accidentally made it this far and tapped on the door. He wasn’t sure, though he knew for certain they would not be allowed inside. Broken Chains was for paranormal entities only. Among the entire world owned by humans, this place was theirs alone. A safe haven.

Once he’d made it in, he stood still and scanned the premises, a peace settling over his weary body. The muted lighting, the clinking of glasses and dishes, the sound of the band tuning their instruments and the hum of quiet conversation. For whatever reason, the bar was even more crowded on this Wednesday night than it had been the evening before. Mid-week point, perhaps? The pleasant buzz of noise made him feel welcome, at home.

Once again, as Zach made his way through the crowd, he was glad the bar didn’t allow smoking. Shifters had sensitive noses, and a room full of cigarette smoke made most of them feel nauseous. The last time Zach had visited a human bar, the smoke had been so thick he hadn’t even ordered a drink before turning around and walking right back out. These days, the humans had become health conscious, and more and more establishments banned smoking.

Shayla and Maddie had said they’d meet him here at eight. He’d arrived half an hour early, and judging from the lack of places to sit, he hoped they’d gotten here even earlier. If not, they’d all be standing and circling the room like hawks until someone actually got up and vacated their table.

The band continued to warm up. There were five of them. A different group from the night before. Broken Chains constantly rotated their musical act. Zach had heard everyone wanted to play there, and competition was so tight that they were booked months in advance. He liked the fact they changed up the music. Something for everyone that way. From the sound of their warm-up, this band sounded like they played eighties music. He shrugged, continuing to wade through elbow-to-elbow people in search of the two women.

He reached the back edge of the bar and turned to go down the other side. Nothing, though every single table was full. A few other Shifters whom he’d spoken with previously waved. He waved back, though he didn’t stop to talk.

Once he’d made a complete circuit of the packed room, he climbed the narrow staircase to check the second floor.

There weren’t as many people up here. He felt like he could breathe. There they were. They’d taken a table near the back, as far away from the balcony railing to below as possible. He approved of their choice, where it would be quieter.

Shayla and Maddie spotted him. Shayla waved. As he made his way toward them, dodging a waiter with a tray of drinks, he realized a third woman had joined them. A blonde with short, spiky hair and too-perfect alabaster skin. He stopped in his tracks. Something about her... Then he knew. The hair on his arms rose, and he pushed back the urge to growl. Vampire. His entire family had been blessed—or cursed—with the ability to instantly recognize a Vampire, even one who blended well with the human population. Though Shifters and Vamps had long ago forged a truce and these days the two got along, he couldn’t help his initial visceral reaction. Hopefully he’d been far enough away that no one at the table would have noticed.

Resuming his progress, he inclined his head toward the newcomer before pulling out the remaining empty chair. From the cold way the Vampire regarded him, he guessed she felt the same way he did. Inherent enemies couldn’t help their initial reaction. It was in their DNA.

Still standing, he kept one hand on the back of the chair. He really wanted to know what she was doing here. This was to have been a private meeting between him and the Shadow Agency.

“Evening,” he said as a greeting, including all three of them in his glance, though he slid his gaze away from the Vampire as quickly as possible without appearing rude.

“Hey there, Zach.” Shayla’s wide smile made him catch his breath. Tonight she wore her silky black hair pulled back in her trademark complicated braid. The hairstyle showed off her high cheekbones, sensual lips and striking eyes. She was, he thought, absolutely stunning. Even his inner Wolf sat up and took notice.

She gestured gracefully toward the Vampire. “This is Carmen Vargas. I’m sorry you haven’t had a chance to meet her before now. She’s the third partner in the Shadow Agency.”

Third partner? This was new. Privately, he wondered how wise that decision might be, but as an about-to-be client, he figured the Vampire could go places neither he nor the others could. Beggars couldn’t be choosers. Right now, he could use all the help he could get locating his sister. If a Vamp could help find Nantha, he’d let her.

He finally lowered himself into the chair, directly across from the now-glowering Vampire. Shayla glanced from him to Carmen and back again. “What?” she asked, spreading her hands, showing off her bright blue nail polish. “I’m picking up a strange vibe. Do you two know each other?”

“No,” Zach answered. He forced himself to relax, aware the other Shifter, Maddie, had gone into full alert. Seemed his inner Wolf wasn’t the only one paying attention. “We don’t.”

“It’s okay,” Carmen interjected, finally taking her gaze off him. “Sometimes age-old instinct trumps common sense.”

In the interest of getting along, he let that comment go. After a second of startled consideration, Maddie laughed. “Don’t worry, Zach. The same thing happened to me the first time I met her.”