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reason. Who would? But for him, the conclusion was obvious.
    The killings had occurred in the last moonrise. He only hoped it was the pack he was after. He’d lost track of them in Calgary, but from the moment he arrived here he knew they were close. He felt them, scented their presence. He slid a glance up at the night sky. The waxing moon burned through the clouds, almost full. There wasn’t much time. Just a few more days. With any luck, he’d find them before moonrise.
    Before someone else died.
    A S SOON AS D ARBY got home she hurriedly put away her groceries and changed into her running clothes. As exhausting as work could be, running brought her back to life. She figured it was the endorphin release. She read somewhere that endorphins made you happier. In her case, it probably staved off the despair from consumingher. Not to mention it kept her in shape. Something necessary with the amount of diner food she ate.
    For some reason, her run-in with the hot guy in front of the store only made her feel more on edge than normal. She definitely needed to pound out some frustration on the pavement.
    She passed the front of the diner, waving to Maggie through the windows. She and Corey had the late shift tonight. Tomorrow would be Darby’s turn.
    She deliberately didn’t look in the direction of the store. She didn’t want to know if the stranger was still standing there. She didn’t want to look at the hot guy that made her skin ripple, her body ache and long for a man’s touch. Nor did she really want to see a bunch of locals cheering over some wolf carcasses.
    She pushed on, moving into the quieter section of town. The cold didn’t affect her once she got her heart pumping and legs moving. She stayed within the town, working her way from one end to the other.
    It was already dark, but the streetlamps lighted her way. She glanced up past the craggy mountain peaks to the moon. Not quite full. It wasn’t as if she had that to worry about.
Yet
.
    She passed the B&B and noticed a black Hummer parked in front. Immediately, her mind wentto the guy from earlier tonight, the stranger, and she just knew it was his. No one around here drove anything like it. Her gaze skimmed the several windows dotting the front of the quaint B&B, wondering which one might be his.
    With a shake of her head and a groan, she increased her speed and turned off Main onto one of the older residential streets. It was a street she liked running down because the houses were older. Charming and picturesque with large, wraparound porches. Colorful gardens in the spring and summer. Not that she was ever here to see them then, but she bet they looked beautiful. She liked to imagine them, liked to fantasize about the sun on her face.
    The Christmas lights were down now, but they’d been beautiful. It was as if all the neighbors had some sort of unspoken agreement to try to outdo one another. Her aunts used to take great care over Christmas, including decorating the house. Such things had never been priorities for her mother, but for her aunts Christmas was big. They would have arguments over what color lights should go on the outside of the house. A pained smile flitted over her lips. She shook her head and pushed her legs harder, fighting through the burn in her lungs.
    Her breath puffed out in front of her as she followed the curving sidewalk, turning with thestreet as it ended in a cul-de-sac. She backtracked on the opposite side of the street now, the cadence of her thundering feet feeding her spirit.
    The world slipped away, fading to nothing save dark night ahead of her, the only sound in her head the sawing of her own breath.
    A S N IKLAS NEARED THE front door of the B&B, ready to tackle the night and scour the area for Cyprian and the others, he spotted her through the window. She was across the street, running. Stepping outside, he burrowed into his coat and watched as she moved down the sidewalk at a fast clip.
    He shook his head. Who jogged in