Dog Warrior by Wen Spencer Read Free Book Online

and Ru. He could hear a faint ongoing chiming sound but he couldn’t tell the source. As he moved around the room, it stayed elusively faint and directionless. “You’re here earlier than we expected. We said dusk, not first thing in the morning.”
    â€œAre we screwing up some kind of schedule?” Daggit sneered.
    â€œWe were thinking about heading out.” Ru reached out and flicked the nearest light switch on and off. “The power is off here. The stove is gas, so we were able to make breakfast, but there’s no coffee.”
    â€œYeah, well, it’s off for most of the Cape.” Daggit meandered through the living room, pausing to open up a drawer and look into it. “A substation got taken out last night in the storm. You’ll have to go pretty far out for that coffee.”
    â€œAh.” Ru drifted out of the tight corner of the kitchen. “Do you have what we’re looking for?”
    On the team, Ru was the voice, Atticus was the muscle, and Kyle was the backup—only Kyle was still off getting the generator, and Ukiah, a complete unknown, had been added into the equation. Who knew what direction the Dog Warrior would jump in a situation like this? His brother sat still, seemingly chewing his steak, but Atticus could feel his attention focused on the bikers as they moved around the room.
    â€œMaybe.” Daggit had to duck to walk into the kitchen. There was a slight coving to delineate it from the open living room that Atticus hadn’t noticed before.
    â€œNah.” Animal’s red hair made a nimbus around his head as he shook it. “We just drove all the way out here for our health.”
    â€œDo you have it or not?” Atticus snapped, irritated over how fucked-up the situation was. They didn’t even know what form the drug came in—pill, brick, dust? They’d have to dance around the word “drug” until they knew.
    â€œPerhaps.” Daggit opened the refrigerator, scanned the inside, and helped himself to one of the beers.
    Atticus wished that for once a deal could go down without all the coy double talk. He supposed it would make life too simple. “We’re not buying ‘perhaps’ here. Do you have the shit or not?”
    Ru gave Atticus a look that said, What am I missing?
    Daggit had found Ukiah’s mice and crouched to stare into the plastic cage. The black mice lined up to stare back.
    â€œWhat’s up with the mice? They look like Pack . . .” Daggit reached out a hand for the cage, but froze when Ukiah growled.
    â€œDon’t touch my mice, Daggit,” Ukiah said through clenched teeth.
    Daggit grunted, abandoning the mice to study the Dog Warrior. “What do we have here? You don’t look like you’ve got bite behind that growl.”
    On the other side of the room, providing cover for Ru, Atticus was in the wrong place to stop Daggit as he made a grab for Ukiah.
    â€œDon’t touch me!” Ukiah snarled, jerking back out of reach with surprising speed, but at a cost. Atticus felt the pain that flashed through his brother as one of the fragile knits splintered. “You’ve got Invisible Red on you!”
    â€œI have what?” Daggit glanced at his hand, puzzled.
    â€œBlissfire. Drugs.”
    Daggit twisted open his beer, frowning at Ukiah. “How do you know that?”
    â€œI can smell it.” Ukiah growled, hunching against the pain. “It’s all over your skin and clothes.”
    â€œNo, you can’t.” Daggit shook his head, took a sip, and explained: “It doesn’t have a smell or a color. You can’t see it.”
    â€œYou can’t,” Ukiah said. “Pack can.”
    Daggit cocked his head. “Who are you?”
    â€œI’m the Pack’s Cub,” Ukiah said.
    â€œAaaaah.” Daggit’s interest sharpened. “So you’re the Cub. Man of mystery. We’ve heard that you existed