Prologue

Del-Ret Delgado, the coyote ghost, was alpha leader of the team of twenty_eight mercenary soldiers he had gathered around him from various parts  of the council's ranks. Coyote Breeds that he had rescued, men he had trained himself_hardened, cold eyed soldiers that the underground world knew only as Team Zero, the mercenary force willing to take on the most suicidal of missions. 

       They had rescued heiresses, assassinated despots and posed as security for some of the greatest leaders in the world. Men who never knew they were dealing with a shadowy force that has been created rather than born. 

        There had even been a few time that they had protected council members themselves. For a while. Long enough to get the information they needed and still keep there reputation intact. Those leaders had always died once payment was collected. 

        As Del_rey had told his men, vengeance came after the bills, and supporting the plans they had took an excessive amount of money. 

         Plans such as rescuing other coyotes who managed to find a way to contact Del_rey's shadowy force. This day, he started into winsome blue eyes and wondered if perhaps the Genetic council hadn't truly created a creature without a soul when they created him. Because as he stared into the young woman-childs eyes, he knew he would end up betraying her. 

           Sixteen and as beautiful as a sunrise. Long red gold hair flowed over her shoulder in a silken braid as she stepped into one of the dirtiest, meanest, hacked up in Russia. Damn, it took courage for her to actually come here. 

             A breath of fresh air, a single fragile flame of innocence among the most corrupt of men. He tapped his fingernails against the bar in a signal to his second_in_command, Brimstone, and looked to the door as the entire room went quiet. 

             Even a five year old would have enough instincts to run in this situation. But this girl didn't run. Her chin lifted as she stepped into the establishment and moved through the moon. 

          She was a gang **** waiting to happen here. Son of a bitch. He nodded to his men and watched as they moved from tables, from the corner of the shadowed room, and converged on her, surrounding her as Del-rey and Brim moved from the bar to the back room that he had selected for this meeting.   

              He was waiting when she was pushed through the door, sitting on the corner of the small table, one leg braced on the floor, the other swinging lazily as he watched her. Rounded eyes, parted pink lips, her breathing harsh. And a hint of fear in those eyes. 

       She should have known fear well before she made it here. Using his feet, he pushed the single chair towards her. 

             "Sit", he growled, deliberately letting the animal he was rumble in his voice. 

              But did she run? She didn't run. She moved slowly to the chair, sat down and gave him a fragile smile. " Del-Rey", she whispered. "It's Spanish, you know, for 'of the King's. His brows arched. He was of a king alright, one long betrayed and dead. He didn't mean to follow in that genetic ancestor's footstep 

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