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who owned the club he’d gone to tonight.
    They had cal ed him first thing this evening to let him know one of their scouts had spotted a group of unknown Daimons in the city, out on the prowl. It was the same group who had caused some problems for the panthers a few months back.
    The Inferno was one of many sanctuaries set up throughout the world where Dark-Hunters, Were-Hunters, and Apol ites could gather without fear of an enemy coming at them while they were inside the building. Hel , the were-beasts even tolerated Daimons so long as they didn’t feed on the premises or bring unwanted attention to them.
    Even though the Were-Hunters were more than capable of kil ing the Daimons themselves, as a rule they usual y abstained from doing so. After al , they were cousins to the Apol ites and Daimons, and as such took a very hands-off approach to dealing with them. Likewise, the Weres weren’t overly tolerant of the Dark-Hunters who kil ed their cousins. They worked with them when they had to or when it benefitted them, but otherwise kept their distance.
    As soon as Dante had been notified the Daimons were heading for his club, he had paged Wulf with an alert.
    But as Chris had insinuated, the panthers had a way of being less than friendly to any Dark-Hunter who stayed too long at their place.
    Flipping his weapons out of his clothes, Wulf returned them to the armoire against the far wal . “No,” he said, answering Chris’s question. “The panthers were fine. I just thought the Daimons would put up more of a fight.”
    “Sorry,” Chris said sympathetical y.
    “Yeah, me too.”
    Chris paused, and by his expression, Wulf could tel the boy had laid aside his ribbing and was trying to cheer him up. “You feel up to training?”
    Wulf locked up his weapons. “Why bother? I haven’t had a decent fight in almost a hundred years.” Disgusted with the thought, he rubbed a hand over his eyes, which were sensitive to the bright lights Chris had on. “I think I’l go insult Talon for a while.”
    “Oh, hey!”
    Wulf paused to look back at Chris.
    “Before you go, say ‘barbecue.’”
    Wulf groaned at Chris’s usual last resort to attempt to cheer him up. That was a standing joke that Chris had used to irritate him with since Chris was a smal child. It stemmed from the fact that Wulf stil held on to his ancient Norse accent which made him lilt when he spoke, especial y when he said certain words, such as “barbecue.”
    “You’re not funny, rugrat. And I am not a Swede.”
    “Yeah, yeah. C’mon, make the Swedish Chef noises.”
    Wulf growled. “I should never have al owed you to watch The Muppets .” More to the point, he shouldn’t have pretended to be the Swedish Chef when Chris was a child. Al it did was give the boy one more thing to aggravate him with.
    But stil , they were family, and at least Chris was attempting to make him feel better. Not that it was working.
    Chris let out a rude noise. “Fine, you decrepit old Viking grump. By the way, my mother wants to meet you.
    Again.”
    Wulf groaned. “Can you put her off another couple of days?”
    “I can try, but you know how she is.”
    Yes, he did. He’d known Chris’s mother for more than thirty years.
    Unfortunately, she didn’t know him at al . Just like everyone else not born of his blood, she forgot him five minutes after he left her presence.
    “Al right,” Wulf relented. “Bring her over tomorrow evening.” Wulf headed to the stairs that led to his rooms underneath the house. Like most Dark-Hunters, he preferred to sleep where there was no possibility of accidental sun exposure. It was one of the very few things that could destroy their immortal bodies.
    He opened the door, but didn’t bother with the overhead light since Chris had lit the smal candle by his desk. The eyes of a Dark-Hunter were designed to need almost no light. He could see better in the darkness than humans could see in broad daylight.
    Taking his sweater off, he gently