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into slacks and a button-down shirt.
    Now he headed for Canal Street and August’s office complex. He kept his walk brisk, his head down, watching his shoes as a maelstrom of questions blew through his mind.
    Why would anyone want to kill Simon and Nicole? Neither one would ever have harmed a soul.
    Is someone targeting my pack, or were Simon and Nicole simply in the wrong place at the wrong time?
    The biggest question that plagued him, though, was who or what had been able to capture them. It would certainly have taken more than one human to keep Simonunder control once he transformed into were-form, even if they had subdued him with silver before wrapping him in cable. In human form, Simon had been six foot one and weighed at least a hundred-seventy-five pounds. As a wolf, he towered over seven feet, and just the additional flesh and muscle mass added another seventy-five pounds or more to his weight. No, it would have taken more than an entire army of men to hold Simon down.
    Another thought crossed Danyon’s mind, and it nearly stopped him cold. Both death scenes had been covered with blood, but aside from Simon and Nicole being declawed and defanged, he hadn’t noticed any other major injuries. No gunshot wounds to the body or head. No blunt force trauma. He hadn’t examined either close enough to check for stab wounds, which he planned to do when he met up with Andy later, but aside from that possibility, what had actually killed his two weres?
    Danyon was still deep in thought when a woman suddenly appeared in his line of sight, only inches away from his face. Instinctively, he reached out and took hold of her upper arms to minimize the collision.
    “Excuse me,” he said. “I…” The sight of her fiery green eyes sent a jolt of recognition through him. It was Shauna MacDonald.
    He’d met her a few times at the bi-annual council meetings, when the underworld subcultures in New Orleans and the surrounding area met to discuss communal issues. He knew Shauna owned A Little Bit of Magic, the mystic shop on Royal, along with her sisters, Fiona and Caitlin. And he knew all three were Keepers.
    Every time he saw Shauna, her beauty captured his attention to the point of distraction. She was tall and slender, her long, strawberry blonde hair usually up in a ponytail. Her skin, although fair, had a healthy glow. Only a dead man wouldn’t take notice of her.
    Even more problematic for Danyon was Shauna’s scent. It was a pheromonal tidal wave of passion, femininity and latent sexuality. It drove him mad with desire, and he had to struggle to resist it.
    Shauna, on the other hand, appeared to have little or no interest in him at all. Whenever they were in the same room, she refused to make eye contact with him and usually kept her end of the conversation brief, clipped, as though being around him irritated her, and she couldn’t wait to get away.
    It was just as well.
    Even if Shauna were interested in him, nothing could ever come of it.
    She was human.
    He was a wolven, and an alpha at that. That was a vast chasm to overcome. Danyon knew those differences would always keep her from fully understanding the depth of his true nature, even if she was his Keeper.
    Still holding on to her arms, Danyon suddenly became keenly aware of the feel of her skin under his palms. Soft…silky…warm. Very warm.
    He felt his pulse quicken, his nostrils flare.
    He should have felt guilty right then. Two of his weres were dead. He’d just wiped their blood from his hands.
    But he felt no guilt.
    There was no room for it. Not now. For every one of Danyon’s senses was on high alert. Each one excruciatingly aware of her.
    And the effect left him ravenous.

Chapter 4
    S hauna pulled out of Danyon’s grasp more abruptly than she’d intended. She’d been lost in thought, not paying attention to where she was going and had nearly collided into him. It had taken a couple of seconds for her to blink all six foot four of him into focus, but