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edge of the parking lot when he had been sure he could apprehend the humans who’d robbed the convenience store better on foot. The last thing he’d expected to find out here was this group, skipping school and smoking pot. Stumbling on them had ruined his chances of catching the men who’d managed to escape the human cop. He wasn’t in the mood for rebellious kids.
    “Get in,” he growled, making the human kids jump, and the werewolf kids move slower.
    Taking one last look at the trees he knew went on for miles, his gaze stopped at the opposite corner of the parking lot.
    The night before he’d met the human woman there—Heather Graham—the strongly opinionated reporter for the Prince George Tribune . Suddenly he swore her scent wrapped around him, a mixture of lavender and desire. He pinched his nose, looking away from the spot where he’d held her in his arms.
    Marc scowled, and slammed the van door closed.
    Back at the station the smell of humans annoyed him. Usually working among humans didn’t bother him. But something about last night had crawled under his skin. Heather Graham had been on his mind too much today, and he didn’t like it. Her column was opinionated and whatever she’d been up to last night, he was sure it would bite him in the ass if he weren’t careful.
    “Call the school and their parents.” He ushered the group of teenagers, every one of them now in a foul mood, into chairs surrounding the truancy officer’s desk.
    “McAllister!” the Chief called from his office, and Marc gave the teenagers a final scowl.
    Max Milburn wasn’t a bad man to work for, considering he was human. The Chief of Police was a fair and honest man. There had been some rocky ground when Marc first signed on several years ago, but the two of them had formed a respect for each other. Human or not, Milburn was a good cop.
    “I know, you wanted two men and instead I bring you mouthy teenagers.” Marc stopped at the entrance to the Chief’s office. “I’ll head back out and see if I can’t pick up their trail.”
    Milburn stood from the other side of his desk. “We sent backup out there. I hope to hear word soon. Go talk to Beuerlein.” The Chief lowered his voice, something he always did when he was about to mention werewolves. “Your pack leader has requested assistance. It’s a matter concerning humans and werewolves. Beuerlein will fill you in.”
    “Rousseau called you?” Marc straightened in the doorway.
    Johann Rousseau had been pack leader as long as Marc had lived there. He made it a point to make it to all of the pack meetings, knowing his job as a cop made him a useful tool for his pack. Rousseau was a good leader, and seldom sought him out unless matters were truly out of hand.
    Milburn nodded. “Beuerlein just buzzed me. Go see what he needs.”
    Five minutes later Marc was in his car, headed to the other side of town. Once again, Heather Graham consumed his thoughts. Apparently the rambunctious reporter had cornered a few bitches and their cubs in the city park. She’d upset the women enough that one of them had called their pack leader on his cell. The situation had escalated, and now he was being called in for backup. Beuerlein, another werewolf on the force, had suggested he look into it.
    “It crossed my mind to send out one of the human female cops,” Beuerlein had said just minutes before while briefing him in his office.
    “I’ll go.” Marc wasn’t sure why he’d jumped on the opportunity.
    It wasn’t that he was thrilled about seeing Heather Graham again. Humans had never appealed to him. They were so fragile, not to mention their inability to change made them more shallow. Humans stuffed their emotions, instead of letting them out. For the most part he felt sorry for the species, half of a whole. No. He didn’t readily agree to take the call because he wanted to see her again.
    “I’ve already had an encounter with this human,” he’d explained, although Beuerlein