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see her white teeth when she smiled. “Give the boy a diploma. He figured it out.”
    “A demon?” Gwyn asked, eyebrows lifting toward her hairline. She tipped her hat back with a knuckle. “Say that again, because I’m thinking I heard you wrong.”
    “Creatures from Hell,” Stripes muttered, shooting a sideways look at Pagan.
    “There aren’t many of them in this part of America,” Yasir said, speaking over his companion. “They stick to major urban areas. Out here? Not enough humans, not enough food.”
    “You know, I don’t believe in God,” Gwyn said.
    Yasir barked a mirthless laugh. “Neither do I.”
    The door rattled.
    Seth stood up, putting the gun to his shoulder. Gwyn took position at his side.
    The door rattled again.
    “You are all in deep trouble,” Pagan said.
    Stripes kicked her. “Shut up!”
    The door rattled a third time, and Seth heard the chains sliding against the handles. He raised his voice. “Whoever is there, I’m warning you—anyone who comes through that door tonight is getting shot.”
    “It’s not one of your dogs out there,” Pagan said. Her eyes glimmered darkly, and blood stained her teeth. “Cain’s come for me.”
    The single light bulb popped, showering sparks on them.
    Darkness filled the cellar, so black and complete that Seth couldn’t see his own hands.
    The door slammed open.
    The air split with the sound of gunshots as four firearms were simultaneously discharged. Cloth shifted and metal clacked.
    A grunt. A meaty slam, like a body hitting the floor.
    Someone shouted—someone male. Stripes?
    Seth spun, searching for something to shoot. He couldn’t tell the difference between Gwyneth and Yasir, much less an intruder.
    Another gunshot. Someone screamed.
    “Lights—we need lights!” Gwyn shouted.
    Seth fumbled, and his hand fell on a camping lantern on the shelf. It took three tries to flip the switch.
    A brilliant LED glow flooded the cellar. Two other people were standing nearby—Gwyn and the commander.
    And there was a body on the ground.
    Seth kicked over the dark shape on the floor, and Stripes rolled onto his back. His eyes were empty.
    Dead.
    “Where’s Pagan?” Gwyn asked.
    Yasir was already running up the steps. Seth followed, gun hugged to his chest.
    Even without a moon, it was so much brighter on the surface than it had been in the cellar. A dozen dark shapes tracked over the hills, each of them the size of a small pony. Werewolves.
    And somewhere among them, Pagan and Cain.
    Seth moved to chase. But before he made it three steps into the field, he realized something was wrong.
    The werewolves were usually playful under Rylie’s control, but they were scattered and wild that night. They chased each other through the hills with piercing howls.
    The entire pack was out of control, which meant their Alpha was too focused on something else to notice them.
    Abel must have been worse than Seth expected.
    Was that his brother’s dark form among the trees? Seth cupped his hands around his mouth. “Abel! Rylie!”
    The wolf didn’t react.
    Seth prepared to shout again, but the smell of something burning stopped him. It was a cloying, powerful scent. If his human nose could pick it up, then something had to be burning hot.
    He glanced at the ranch house. No hint of smoke.
    “Seth!” Yasir yelled. He was on the opposite hill, and his silhouette was lit on the edges with a dancing red glow.
    Swearing under his breath, Seth ran to his side.
    The barn was on fire.
    Flames leaped in the shattered windows, licking at the walls and turning them black. Sparks lit in the dry grass.
    “Cain,” Yasir said. “It must have been Cain.” Seth pulled out his cell phone, starting to dial the emergency number, but Yasir grabbed his arm. “Wait! We can’t have firefighters come to a ranch filled with werewolves.”
    He was right.
    Seth groaned and scrubbed his hands over his hair. “Okay. There’s a pump on the other side of the barn. I’ll get the