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mass clotted with bloodstains. Pat recognized the awkward shape that
was neither man nor animal.
    It was a
half-changed shifter, a wolf by the smell of it. A local wolf Pat didn’t know.
Unexpected sorrow washed over Pat. Despite the fact he hadn’t been involved in
any recent pack meetings, the dead wolf was still pack and he could still sense
the lingering pack magic that coated the corpse. It felt like something had
been yanked from him.
    He spied another
metal trap closed around the wolfman’s left ankle and growled softly. This was
no accident. While he was blind and deaf to what happened in the news, he knew
that there had been a pattern of killings near New Haven. Serial
killings. The news had no mention of animal attacks or ritualistic
animal killings though—common cover-ups the media used when there was crime
involving shifters.
    This killer knows how to hunt down and kill shifters.
    It was an
uncomfortable thought. Pat felt a prickling at his back and he tensed. Fear
wormed its way into his human heart, clashing with the savage and
uncontrollable rage of the wolf. The wolf didn’t understand fear. It welcomed
the thought of taking the killer with it into death.
    A dark shape
emerged from the bushes and Pat snarled softly. He only had one chance, one
chance to get the killer close enough so he could wrench his paws. Never mind
the pain or damage, he’d leap at the killer’s throat.
Tear it out with glee, while drinking the bastard’s blood and devouring pieces
of his flesh. It would be one last act of defiance for him and for his nameless
fallen brother.
    “Easy. Easy Pat,
it’s just me.”   A naked human man emerged
from the bushes and his hands were raised in the air in mock defeat.
    Jules? Pat didn’t know what to feel, relief or weariness. The embarrassing
incident at the car park was still fresh in his human half’s mind, but his wolf
only yipped in approval.
    “I’m happy you’re
glad to see me.” Jules’s grin faded to a frown. “Gods, what happened to you?
Stay still and let me look—”
    Jules didn’t
finish his sentence. Just then, another dark shape lunged at him from the
bushes. This wolf was the color of blood and was made of pure solid muscle and
razor sharp claws and teeth.
    Panic made Pat
reach out for his human half. He needed his human mouth. Needed
to tell Derrick to back off. Pat opened his mouth, but only a mournful
howl of pain came out. His wolf refused to shed its fur, and perhaps a part of
his human half also didn’t want to revert to its awkward two-legged form
either. Pat then remembered what he was so eager to forget.
    The first lesson
recently changed wolves were taught: never forget that they were human, that
they could easily lose themselves to their beast if they weren’t careful, and
never change back again.
    Fear coiled inside
his belly. Derrick was pack second for a reason. There were three Betas in the
New Haven pack, but Derrick’s sheer strength could equal that of a normal
Alpha. He’d even once floored Carlos, the pack Alpha.
    Another howl
slipped from his throat. This time, Derrick paused. On top of Jules’s chest,
his paws and teeth were ready to sink themselves into Jules’s vulnerable human
skin. He turned his great head towards Pat’s direction, amber eyes narrowing.
Pat tried again, but only barks came out. It seemed Derrick understood. Pat
thanked the gods that Derrick had excellent control of his beast. If he didn’t,
his mate would’ve…
    Pat froze. Did he
just refer to Jules as his mate?
    “Omph. I was trying to free him, not kill him.” Jules breathed hard. The
line of his body was tense, but he managed a, “get the hell off me, you big
monster.”
    Affronted, Derrick
growled softly in Jules’s face before getting off his chest.
    Fur, teeth and
claws began to disappear and a man now stood in his place. If Derrick was a
monster of a wolf, then he was also a monster of a man. A
big, tall, muscled and drop-dead gorgeous man.
    Pat