Finding Chrissten

Chapter Thirteen

Chrissten knew she’d shocked Hank with her request. But what else could she do? She wasn’t going to stay behind tonight while the men fought her battles. She planned to follow them. Somehow. Craig would know where the men were going. Damek would tell him if he asked the vampire and Craig would tell her if she pressed him. She hated to put her baby brother in that kind of position, but she had no other choice. Brian had to die and she had to be the one to do it.

He’d already taken too much from her. She needed to do this if she was ever going to recover from her ordeal and put it behind her.

Hank’s heart thudded heavily against her hand. His face looked as though it had been carved from stone. “Chrissten,” he began and she knew he was going to say no to her out of some misguided idea that she wasn’t thinking straight. And maybe she wasn’t. But she no longer cared.

Knowing the fight with Brian and the others was at hand, it struck her hard that she might never have the opportunity to make love with a male of her choosing, one she was attracted to and respected.

“No.” She shook her head and moved her hands higher up his chest until they were resting on his shoulders. Hank was only a couple of inches taller than her, but he was so much bigger and stronger. “I want this. I want you.”

She wasn’t sure what she’d do if he refused her. She wanted Hank, needed him in a way she didn’t fully understand. It frightened her, but not as much as the prospect of not having him.

He studied her for long seconds, searching her face. Finally, he gave a curt nod. “We’ll take it slow. Whatever you want.”

Hank turned and locked the door. It wouldn’t stop anyone who wanted to get in, but it would slow them down.

“You know they all saw us come up here,” Hank reminded her.

“I don’t care. This is my life, not theirs.” She knew Quinn would protest. She wasn’t certain about Craig. But what would the others think? “You won’t get in trouble, will you?” She hadn’t thought about that. Hadn’t considered the ramifications for Hank with his pack.

She was being selfish, once again thinking only of herself. “I’m sorry,” she began. “I shouldn’t have asked you to do this. I’m putting you in a very bad situation.” After all, technically she was a mated female. She knew there were rules about these things. She’d just never bothered to learn what they were. She didn’t consider herself committed to Brian in any way. The male had taken her by force. She shuddered at the memory.

Hank wrapped his arms around her and held her against his broad, solid chest. Heat radiated from him, along with a sense of belonging that she found very seductive. “You don’t worry about me.”

She noted he didn’t say he wouldn’t get into trouble. A pain went through her heart at the thought of him possibly losing the respect of his pack, maybe even his home because of her. “Of course I’m worried about you.”

He smiled at her and it was such a sad smile it brought tears to her eyes. “You’re the most important person in my world. Do you understand, Chrissten?” He framed her face with his hands and traced his thumbs over her cheekbones. His expression was intense and she could hear the utter conviction in his voice.

She didn’t want to be that important to anyone. Not now. Not with her life so mixed up. She started to shake her head and push him away, but he wasn’t having it. He lowered his head and kissed her.

Chrissten was lost.

Here was what she’d always wanted, always dreamed of having. Here was caring and acceptance. Hank’s mouth pressed against hers, firm and warm. Oh, he tasted so good, a mouthwatering combination of coffee and male.

He used the hold on her face to tilt it slightly so he was able to get a better angle. His tongue teased her bottom lip before sliding into her mouth. Chrissten moaned. She couldn’t hold back the small sound of pleasure. Hank kissed her as though he had all the time in the world. She loved that about him. He savored each kiss like it was a goal in and of itself.

She ignored the slight flutter in her belly when she thought the “L” word. She could love things about him. He was an admirable male in all ways. He was intelligent, caring and strong. And he was loyal. Best of all, he made her feel, and in a good way.

Hank banished the shadows and the demons that lurked in her mind. He made her forget her months of captivity, Brian and the fight ahead. When Hank kissed her there was no room for anything else. She stopped fighting the kiss and let herself go, wallowing in the genuine warmth and caring.

He pulled away slowly, kissing her top lip, then her bottom. He dropped kisses onto her forehead and nose, her cheeks and her chin. “I want to give you what you want. Let me love you, Chrissten.”

She knew she should say no. Knew she should send him away, for his sake. She’d started something she shouldn’t have. But oh how she wanted him. Wanted to taste pleasure at least once in her life.

Words failed her, so she nodded. Hank scooped her into his arms as though she weighed nothing and carried her to the bed. She rested her head against his shoulder for the all-too-short ride. Then he was setting her down on the mattress.

He slowly removed her shoes and socks, giving her time to reconsider. Maybe if she was a stronger person she would. But she wanted this. Wanted him.

She grabbed the hem of her sweater and sat up long enough to yank it over her head. “You next.”

Hank unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time, giving her a tantalizing glimpse of his muscular chest and abs. He shrugged his powerful shoulders and the fabric slid down his arms and disappeared onto the floor.

She swallowed hard. Hank was gorgeous. His skin was golden and the light smattering of chest hair was darker than the hair on his head. The hair bisected his stomach with a thin line and disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.

Her gaze dipped lower and there was no missing the bulge in his jeans. Hank was very aroused.

“Chrissten?” She knew what he was asking. The mere fact that he asked her gave her the courage to move forward. She nodded.

He reached for the snap of her jeans and undid it. Her zipper slid down, the metal rasp loud in the otherwise quiet room. Their breath was in sync, both of them breathing slow and deep.

Hank hooked his fingers around the material and pulled until it was gone, leaving her dressed in a plain white bra and panties. She had to fight the urge to cover herself. Being naked meant being vulnerable to another person. In her limited experience that was never a good thing. But she trusted Hank like she’d never trusted another male.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moving up and down. “You are so beautiful.”

She looked down at herself. She was still too skinny from months of being starved. Her breasts were average. Nothing special. The tips were hard nubs outlined against the thin cotton fabric of her bra. Her panties covered her pubic hair. Her legs were long and firm. Personally, she thought they were her best physical trait.

Hank caught her chin on the edge of his hand and lifted it until she was looking at him. “You are beautiful,” he repeated. “I love your long hair. I’ve dreamed about having that hair flowing over my body, wrapped around my cock.”

Heat flashed over her skin and through her body. It was all too easy to imagine what he was describing. She licked her bottom lip and silently willed him to continue.

Not that he seemed to need any prompting. “I love your eyes. They’re like a summer’s day, clear and lovely.” He brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “Your skin is so soft.”

He let his hand slide down her throat and across her collarbone. It came to rest between her breasts. “But it’s this that attracts me the most, your brave heart, your courage.”

Chrissten couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. The sheer beauty of his words rocked her to her core.

But Hank wasn’t done. He found the front clasp of her bra and gave a deft twist. The fabric pulled away, leaving her breasts bare. He cupped both mounds in his hands and buried his face between them.

She caught his head between her hands, holding him to her. The moment was so tender, so precious. He turned his head and dragged his tongue over her skin. Fire licked her flesh where he touched, leaving her scorched but wanting more.

He carefully circled one distended nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently. She arched upward, encouraging him to take more. His hands moved over her ribcage and lower.

She sucked in a breath and he immediately sat back. Every muscle in his body was tense, outlined in stark relief against his skin. She wanted to feel them ripple beneath her hands.

Chrissten came up onto her knees and shrugged out of her bra. She touched him then, started with his face, his strong, rugged face. He closed his eyes briefly when she lightly caressed his high forehead and cheekbones. He sucked in a breath when she dragged her fingers along his stubborn jawline and down the thick cords of his neck.

There was no give in his shoulders and biceps. The man was built like a rock. Blue veins ran up and down the insides of his broad forearms. His hands were wide, his fingers long. Strong hands. Male hands.

“Chrissten, you’re killing me.”

Alarmed, she pulled her hands away, but he grabbed them and put them back on his chest. “It may kill me, but what a hell of a way to go.”

He was putting her in charge, leaving her no room for doubts and fears. Was there a better man in the world? One who instinctively seemed to understand her? She didn’t think so.

It made her sad. Made her wish for things that could never be. She wanted to go back in time before she was kidnapped and meet Hank, before fear had become her constant companion.

She hated herself for being so weak, so fearful. He thought her brave. Courageous. She was none of those things. She was simply a woman trying to survive.

“What are you thinking?” He placed his hands over hers and gave a light squeeze.

“That I want you.” She shoved all other thoughts aside. If he wanted her then she wanted this to happen. They didn’t have much time. Hank would be going with the other men tonight. And she would be following them. Somehow. Some way.

Beyond that, she knew they didn’t have long before someone came to check on them, maybe fifteen or twenty minutes at most. Not long enough for what she truly wanted, but long enough to give them both a wonderful memory.

“Take off your jeans. I want to see you.” Chrissten scooted back and waited. Hank didn’t disappoint her. He stood and quickly shucked his footwear and socks. When he pulled off his jeans he took his underwear with them. Naked, he stood before her.

His cock was large and thick. The tip was flared and damp and, as she watched, a bead of liquid seeped from the tip. Chrissten didn’t think. She simply reacted. Hank was standing by the bed and she moved forward, reached out and touched him.

His skin radiated warmth against her hand. She ran one finger from the base to the tip and back down again. He was so hard, but the outside of his erection was so soft. He groaned and fisted his hands by his sides.

Chrissten stilled. Was he angry? She glanced up and found him staring at her, his eyes aglow with lust. A bolt of fear shot through her and she pulled her hand back.

“It’s okay,” he promised her. “I will never hurt you, Chrissten. Touch me.”

She reached out slowly and wrapped her fingers around him. He pulsed against her palm, so hot and alive. He groaned and thrust his hips forward, pushing him deeper into her hand.

“I love the way your fingers feel wrapped around my dick.” He brushed his hand lightly over her head before letting it fall back by his side. Again, she was struck by the fact he wasn’t holding her, was giving her plenty of space.

Courage filled her. She could do this.

The heavy sac between his legs was lightly furred and looked heavy. She cupped it in her hands and as rewarded with another groan. She hadn’t touched Brian in any way other than to fight him. He’d always restrained her. But with Hank she was free to touch and explore as much as she wanted.

And she wanted to very much.

Another bead of liquid seeped from the slit at the top of his cock, and she leaned forward and licked it off. The salty, tangy flavor exploded on her tongue. She swallowed and decided she liked it very much.

“Fuck.”

Her gaze flew upward. Hank’s head was tilted back, his jaw clenched as though he was in pain. She didn’t want that.

Chrissten lay back on the bed and patted the covers next to her. She could do this. She could let him make love to her.

Once again, Hank surprised her. He reached for her panties and dragged them down her legs and off. She had to fight the urge to cover herself. But Hank had made himself vulnerable to her. It was only fair for her to do the same in return.

She was surprised when he ignored his prominent hard-on and knelt between her thighs. He ran his hands up the insides of her legs, tracing the crease at the top, making goose bumps race down her skin. Her pussy felt damp and hot. Her core was pulsing with growing need in spite of the frisson of fear that went through her.

Hank was big and strong. It would be easy for him to hold her down, to force her, to hurt her.

She whimpered, uncertain if she had enough courage to continue. Hank cupped her ass in his hands and brought her sex to his mouth. “Shh,” he crooned. “I won’t hurt you. Let me make you feel good.” He lapped at her labia, tracing the wet folds with his tongue.

Fear was transmuted to passion in a heartbeat. Chrissten gripped the sheets beneath her, needing an anchor in the sensual storm he created within her. He sucked at her tender flesh, ran his tongue over and around her distended clitoris. He drove his tongue into her slit, lapping at the cream that slipped from her core.

The sounds that came from her throat were unlike any she’d ever made in her life. Chrissten didn’t know herself. One minute it was too much and she wanted to push him away and the next she wanted to pull him closer and tell him to never stop.

Her legs were spread wide and Hank’s head was buried between them. She was out of control and didn’t care. Her orgasm was building quickly. Her skin felt electric, as though sparks were skittering over it, ready to ignite.

He inserted one long, thick finger into her channel and sucked on her clit at the same time. Chrissten’s entire body splintered, breaking into a million pieces before reforming again. She cried out Hank’s name and arched her hips against his mouth.

He kept licking and sucking, drawing out her orgasm until she was totally spent. He carefully lowered her hips to the bed, wiped his chin with the back of his hand and smiled.

Chrissten groaned and closed her eyes. He looked entirely too pleased with himself. And why shouldn’t he? He was magnificent.

The bed jostled and her eyes shot open. Hank lay beside her, hands stacked behind his head. He gave the appearance of a totally relaxed male. Which was impossible. His cock was still hard as steel. He hadn’t come. Once again, he’d given her an orgasm and she’d given him nothing.

She rolled onto her side and faced him. “We can…you know.” God, she sounded totally stupid. “We can have sex. If you want.” And she should shut up now.

Hank wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and dragged her close enough for a torrid kiss. His mouth claimed hers, his tongue doing all sorts of wonderful things that sent tingles shooting through her entire body.

“If you want me, take me,” he told her when he pulled away from the kiss. He reached down and took his erection in his hand and pumped up and down several times. It was fascinating and incredibly arousing to watch his large hand stroke his cock. “It won’t take long for me to come. I want to be inside you. To have the walls of your pussy close around my dick, squeezing me tight.”

Her core clenched in response. She wanted that too.

“I know that you’re mated, but I don’t care.”

Chrissten hated that fact. Wished she could go back in time and change her actions that fateful day she was kidnapped. But if she did, she would never have met Hank. “You can smell him on me, can’t you?” Brian’s scent never left her skin no matter how much she scrubbed. It was embedded in her skin, fused to her DNA.

“Yes.” Hank’s eyes were solemn, his lips pulled into a thin line. “I won’t lie to you. This situation is rare. You shouldn’t be attracted to me and I shouldn’t want you more than my next breath. But I do.” He touched her bottom lip gently, making it tingle before letting his hand fall away again. “I don’t fucking care about Brian or about what the others might think. All I care about is you.”

“Hank.” She didn’t know what to say. His words made her heart ache and her body heat.

“I want you to take me, Chrissten. You’re in charge. Go as fast or as slow as you want. Take as much or as little of me as you want.” He gave a self-deprecating grin. “Although, personally, I hope you take a lot and take it fast.”

She laughed. It shocked her. The last thing she’d expected to do in front of a naked male was laugh. But Hank was unlike any man she’d ever met. He put her needs first. Always.

“I’m here for you, Chrissten.” She sensed the double meaning in his words but chose to focus on the physical aspect of the situation. She couldn’t think about the emotional ramifications. Not now.

She pushed herself up and threw one leg over his thighs until she was straddling him. She gripped his cock in her hands, shifting position until she was right over it. She took a deep breath, fit the thick head to the opening of her channel and slowly began to sit.

Hank didn’t know how he kept from coming. Chrissten was magnificent. Naked and proud, he knew she was fighting her fears. He couldn’t imagine how much courage it took to make herself vulnerable to him, to even attempt to make love after the brutality she’d faced at the hands of another male.

He could still taste her on his lips. He was addicted to her essence. Knew he would never tire of it, of her. The long tail of her braid hung over her shoulder, brushing against the side of one of her breasts. They were firm, the tips red and puckered from his earlier attention.

She straddled him and held his dick in her hands. Watching her fit him to her opening was one hell of a turn on. Hank wanted to slam into her and feel the walls of her pussy close around him. Only fear held him still. He didn’t want to do anything that might alarm her. She was so strong, yet so emotionally fragile. It wouldn’t take much to send her skittering back into her shell.

He knew she was struggling with the fact she was mated to another wolf. It didn’t matter if the mating was forced, biology should make it impossible for her to want him, yet she did. That just reinforced what Hank had believed from the moment he’d first inhaled Chrissten’s unique scent and felt his body explode with sensation and emotion—she belonged to him.

She lowered her body and his cock forged inward. Her inner muscles quivered, stretching to accommodate his girth. Perspiration dotted his forehead and he strained to find control. The situation was ironic and if he’d been capable of laughing in that moment he would have. He was a man who prided himself on his control, thrived on being in control, but this woman made a mockery of it, stripping him naked in more ways than one.

She bit her bottom lip. He could see the intense concentration on her face as she pushed downward. Her vagina was slick and wet and stretched to accommodate him.

“What are you feeling?” Hank wanted to reassure himself she was truly here with him and not locked in some distant memory. He wouldn’t be cheated and wouldn’t allow her to cheat herself. “Talk to me.”

Her breathing was becoming labored. “Tight. You’re so big.”

He gripped her hips and held on. Maybe talking wasn’t such a great idea. He was so on edge the slightest thing could send him pitching over. And he wanted her to come again, wanted her to experience pleasure with him inside her. He struggled to maintain control.

Chrissten planted her hands on his chest. “You’ve got such wide shoulders and great abs.” She ran her hands over his torso, leaving molten fire in her wake. His balls were tight against his body and his dick throbbed inside her.

But she wasn’t done.

She moved her hips in a circle, pushing his cock into her slick channel. He groaned and arched his hips up, driving himself deeper. Hank pulled down on her hips, not stopping until he was all the way inside her. He could smell her arousal mixed with his own.

A low growl worked its way up his throat and out. Her gaze flew to his and he did his best to wordlessly reassure her. Speech was beyond him. His entire body was barely under his control.

They stared at one another, sharing the intimacy of the moment, the connection between them that went way beyond physical. Although, he wasn’t complaining about the physical connection between them. It was off the charts.

“Ride me,” he commanded.

Chrissten lifted her hips slightly and came down again. Such exquisite torture. Hank only hoped he could hold out against it.

His entire life he’d felt alone until he’d found Meredith and her pack. They’d accepted him, given him a real home. What he felt for them was huge and real. But it paled next to the emotions bubbling within him at this moment.

His.

Chrissten was his.

It was an abomination that another male had claimed her.

He shook his head, feeling the cool cotton beneath him. Now was not the time to go all alpha male on her. She needed understanding, support. He’d manage to give her what she needed even if it killed him.

And it just might.

“Hank.” The uncertainty in her voice brought him back to reality like nothing else could.

“Yeah, baby.” He stroked his hands over her hips, up her supple spine and around to her breasts. He cupped the full mounds and rubbed his palms over her distended nipples.

Her breath caught in her throat and her pussy clamped down hard on his cock. He swore under his breath but she heard him and her eyes widened. Her body tensed beneath his hands.

“It’s okay. Whatever you want.” He held his breath. Waiting in anticipation. Heaven or hell was only a heartbeat away. But it was her choice. Always hers.

“You. I want you.”

Hank’s restraint snapped. He rolled, keeping his hold on her until she was flat on her back with him looming above her.

She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. He paused and looked down at her. She wiggled and his cock slid deeper. Her breath caught in her throat.

“Okay?” He had to be sure.

Chrissten nodded and he began to move. He kept his strokes slow and even at first, but that didn’t last long. Her channel was slick and warm, welcoming him on each advance and clinging to him on each retreat.

She wrapped her legs around his flanks and held on. Accepting him. Encouraging him. He leaned down and captured her mouth, needing to taste her.

Her nails scored his shoulders, the erotic bite pushing him closer to his limits. His balls tightened. His cock flexed. Her core fluttered around him and he knew she was close.

“Come for me, Chrissten.” He pushed one hand between them, found her swollen clit and stimulated the small bud with the tip of his thumb. Her legs gripped him harder. Her breath was coming faster and faster.

This was better than anything he ever could have imagined. Life as he knew it would never be the same again. His orgasm gathered at the base of his cock and blasted upward, out through the tip.

He called her name and continued to pump his hips, his movements frantic. She had to come too. Hank caught the skin at the base of her throat between his teeth and gently nipped.

Chrissten cried out and he felt the telltale squeeze of her pussy around his cock as she came. He lost all ability to think, to reason. It was all about sensation and emotion as his orgasm ripped through him. His semen pumped into Chrissten. Luckily their species didn’t have to worry about sexually transmitted diseases. And he couldn’t get her pregnant. Only her mate could do that.

A feral growl threatened to escape him but he swallowed it back. He wouldn’t ruin this moment with Chrissten. She was here with him and she was his.

He collapsed, managing to shift most of his weight off her upper body while keeping his lower body joined with hers. Her head was resting on his pillow. Her eyes were closed but a tiny smile played around the edges of her lips. It was the expression of a well-sated woman.

His chest swelled and his dick pulsed. Instead of getting softer, his erection began to harden again. Her eyes shot open and she blinked at him in amazement. “You can’t be serious.”

He gave a short, hard thrust. “I’m very serious, but unfortunately we’ve run out of time.” As much as it pained him to do it, he pulled out of the heaven that was Chrissten’s body and sat up in bed. She sprawled next to him, a naked temptation he wasn’t certain he could resist, so he tossed the sheet over her.

Chrissten was watching him intently and he wished he could read her mind to know what she was thinking. “Thank you.” A lock of hair had escaped her braid. He pushed it off her forehead. “I wish I didn’t have to get up. I wish we could stay in bed all night long.”

Her expression lightened and a faint rosy tint covered her cheekbones. “Me too.”

Inside him, his wolf howled, echoing the pleasure washing through him. “I’ve got to get back downstairs. Kevin is watching the bar for me and I expect Quinn to be pounding on the bedroom door any minute.”

She glanced at the door and back at him. “You’re right.” She sighed and sat up, keeping the sheet over her.

He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “There’ll be other times. This is only the beginning.” He wanted her to know this was serious for him. Special. This wasn’t a one-night stand. For him, this was the beginning of their life together.

She nodded but didn’t say anything. That bothered him, but he didn’t push her. He got up and grabbed his underwear and tugged them on. He was very conscious of her watching him as he dressed. He was pulling on his shirt when he heard footsteps on the stairs. “Someone is coming.”

Chrissten shot out of bed, grabbed her clothing and bolted for the bathroom. The door gave a loud thud as she slammed it. Hank stared at the door knowing she’d put more than a panel of wood between them. He could practically hear her repairing her emotional walls so she could shut him out. But it wasn’t going to happen. Not this time. He’d gotten by them once and he would again.

He quickly made the bed even though it wouldn’t really matter. There was no way to disguise the sweet, musky aroma of sex that permeated the room. He thought about opening a window, but decided against it. He wasn’t ashamed of what they’d done and an open window was a security breach.

Hank stood beside the bed, arms crossed over his chest. Water was running in the bathroom and it was all too easy to imagine Chrissten running a damp facecloth over her heated skin.

His cock flexed and stretched. Hank willed it back into submission just as a knock came on the door. He instantly relaxed. It was Bethany. Not Quinn.

He strode to the door and pulled it open. Bethany smiled at him, but it quickly faded and her eyes widened. “Chrissten is in the bathroom. She shouldn’t be long. Call me if you need me.”

There was so much more he wanted to say to Chrissten. But now wasn’t the time. He had a fight to prepare for. He was under no illusions Brian would be easy to kill. The male was a pureblooded alpha and Chrissten was his mate, but not by her choice. She’d given herself to Hank, freely and eagerly. They might not have all the details worked out yet, but he was determined to have a life with her. That would give him an edge in tonight’s fight. He was fighting for his woman, his very life.

He could feel Bethany’s eyes on him as he left the apartment. It wasn’t fair. He should be in bed with Chrissten, making love to her at least once more before passing the rest of the night simply holding her in his arms.

The short interlude they’d shared wasn’t enough. There hadn’t been time to talk about anything. There’d barely been time to make love and it had been quick. He’d had no time to savor every inch of her lovely body, no time to discover what made her sigh or laugh or groan.

He’d have that time. It was a promise to himself and to Chrissten.

His life used to be so simple and he’d liked it that way. Those days were gone and he gladly waved them goodbye. Chrissten was worth all the turmoil and upheaval.

Knowing what he had to do, Hank shoved all thoughts of Chrissten aside. There was no room for softer emotions. Not until the fight was over. That needed all his attention and concentration.

There was a werewolf in need of killing and he was just the male for the job.

Brian looked up from the papers he was perusing. “Yes.”

William was standing just inside the door with a gleam in his eyes. “We found them.”

Pleasure and anticipation shot through him in equal measure. He’d get to kill those wolves that had messed with him and his pack and he’d get his mate back. “Where?”

William turned the laptop he was holding in his hands so Brian could see the screen. “I found some old newspaper clips. Seems several men were killed in that area last year.” He glanced up at his alpha and smiled. “Looked as though they were mauled to death by wild dogs.”

“You don’t say.” Brian’s entire body was humming. The hunt was on and he had the prey in his sights.

“Aaron and Beck have already gone to check out the area. I figure it’s only a matter of hours until they come up with something. In the meantime, someone’s been searching through our property holdings.”

“Oh really?” Brian rubbed his hands together. Tonight he’d have Chrissten back where she belonged.

“I think I can backtrack and find out who it is.”

William was a computer hacker of the first order. Brian might hate technology himself, but he wasn’t stupid enough not to use the resources at hand. And William was the best. “You keep on it. I’m heading over to join the others. If you find out anything, call me immediately.”

William inclined his head. “As you wish.” He hurried off back to his makeshift office to work magic on his computer.

Brian headed down the stairs and out into the night. Cloud cover obscured the moon but it was there. He threw back his head and howled. Down the street, two men dashed inside an abandoned warehouse. Brian grinned. “That’s right, run you puny humans.”

He howled again and the two other members of his pack picked up his song and quickly hurried to his side. When they reached him, he grinned at them. “We’re going hunting, boys.”