Kelley Armstrong - The Hunter And The Hunted

A book in the Otherworld Tales series, 2012

When my publishers asked if Id consider writing an Otherworld short story for a pre-Thirteen eSpecial, I jumped at the chance. I knew exactly which character I wanted to write about: Eve Levine.

When Eve was first introduced in the Otherworld series in Stolen, she didnt actually appear in the book-shed died before the story began. Eve was only important for the role shed played in the life of her young daughter, Savannah, and for the problems her reputation and past would bring for Savannahs new guardian, Paige.

Yet as Eve developed, she became a fully-fledged character, itching for her time on stage. She got that chance in the fourth book of the series, Industrial Magic, when Paige winds up in the afterlife and Eve makes a fateful bargain to get her out.

That bargain played out in the next book, Haunted, where Eve got her own story. She hasnt been an easy character to work into the other books, though. Being in the afterlife, she exists in a separate world and can overlap with other characters stories only as a ghost. That limits her potential, which makes me thrilled for any chance to give her a story, as I do here, in Off-Duty Angel.

Another Otherworld character who doesnt get to narrate very often is Clayton Danvers. None of my guys do. When Bitten launched the series, the official title was Women of the Otherworld and I was so happy to have an actual series that I didnt stop to think that it meant my protagonists would all be women. So I quickly began cheating by letting the guys narrate short stories and novellas. One of the first of these stories was Stalked, which returns to my werewolves, Elena Michaels and Clayton Danvers, from Bitten. Stalked was originally published in the anthology My Big Fat Supernatural Honeymoon almost five years ago, which means most readers have missed it. Ive been wanting to reprint it for a while, and this was my chance.

As the Otherworld series draws to a close, it seems fitting to celebrate it with a return to Clay and Elena in Stalked. And Off-Duty Angel makes the perfect segue into Thirteen, where Eve will Well, youll have to check out the excerpt for that.

Happy reading!

I had to get rid of the mutt.

Killing him would be easiest but, unfortunately, it was out of the question. If Elena found out, Id still be hearing about it ten years from now: Clay couldnt even get through our honeymoon without killing someone.

Shed laugh when she said it in ten years. Right now, shed be furious.

Shed argue that there were better ways to handle the situation. I disagreed. The mutt knew we were in St. Louis and that by sticking around he was taking his life into his hands. If hed skittered into the shadows and stayed out of our way, Id have said, Fuck it and pretended not to notice. After all, it was our honeymoon.

Even if hed just stood his ground and refused to hide, I wouldnt have made a big deal out of it. Beaten the crap out of him, yes. Had to. The Law was the Law, even if a mutts instinct to protect his territory was as strong as any Pack wolfs. Let one mutt break the rules and next thing you knew, theyd be camping out back at Stonehaven, knocking on the door, asking if they could use the facilities.

But this mutt wasnt hiding or defending his territory. He was stalking Elena. Hed been following us all morning and was now sitting across the restaurant, gaze glued to Elenas ass as she bent over the buffet table.

When your mate is the only female werewolf, you get used to mutts sniffing around. Id spent the last eighteen years dealing with it or, more often, watching her deal with it. With Elena, interference is not appreciated. She can fight her own battles, and she gets snippy if I rob her of the chance. But this was our honeymoon, and damned if I was going to let this mutt spoil it. He had to be dealt with before Elena realized he was stalking her. The question was how.

When Elena walked back to our table, the mutt had the sense to busy himself gnawing on a sparerib.

You okay? she asked as she slid into her seat. Youve been quiet since the Arch.

The mutt had started following us at the Gateway Arch.

Just hungry. Im fine now.

I should hope so. After three plates. She buttered her bread, then studied me. Are you sure youre okay?

I dont know I shrugged and pretended to ease back in my chair, then I lunged and snagged bacon from her plate. I folded it into my mouth. Nope, still hungry.

She brandished her fork. Then get your own or-

I snatched another slice, too slow this time, and she stabbed the back of my hand. I yelped.

I warned you, she laughed.

The women at the next table stared in horror. Elena glanced their way. Five years ago, she would have blushed. Ten years ago, she would have found an excuse to leave. Today, she just murmured a rueful Whoops and dug into her potatoes.

I went over and got another plate of food, avoiding the temptation to pass the mutts table. Hed made a point of staying downwind outside and now sat partially obscured by a pillar, too far away for his scent to carry. For now, Id let him think he was safe, undetected.

When I came back, Elena said, I think I have an outing idea for us. Someone behind me in line was talking about a state park. Could be fun. Her blue eyes glittered. Of course, we shouldnt go during the day when there are people around.

Nope, we shouldnt. I speared a ham slab. This afternoon then?

She grinned. Perfect.

When you resort to everyday activities on your honeymoon, you know its not going well. Planning our second run already meant Elena was bored and trying very hard not to let me know it.

The first couple of days had been great. With two-year-old twins at home, the only time we normally got away was when our Alpha, Jeremy, sent us to track down a misbehaving mutt. Being on a mission doesnt mean we cant enjoy ourselves. Theres nothing like celebrating a successful hunt with sex. Or working out the frustration of a failed hunt with sex. Or dulling that edge of pre-hunt excitement with sex.

But there was also something to be said for skipping the whole track, capture and maim part and being able to go straight to a hotel room and lock the door. Still, we could only stay in there for so long before we got restless, and when we came out, wed discovered a problem with our honeymoon destination: There wasnt a helluva lot to do.

Back at the hotel, we called home and talked to the kids. Or they listened as we talked and had their answers interpreted by Jeremy. As much as we loved our daily call, we spent most of it braced for the inevitable Momma? Daddy? Home? or, in Kates case, Mommy! Daddy! Home! Jeremy managed to spare us this time, stopping as soon as Logan asked, Momma where? and bustling them off with his visiting girlfriend, Jaime.

Next Jeremy and Elena would talk about the kids and discuss any new Pack or council business that had arisen. Normally, Id listen in and offer my opinion-whether they wanted it or not-but today I told Elena I was going downstairs to grab a map and a bottle of water, then took off.

I was reasonably sure the mutt hadnt followed us from the restaurant, but I wanted to scout to be sure. We planned to walk back to the hotel, which would give him the opportunity to follow. A cab would have solved that, but if Id voluntarily offered to spend time trapped in a vehicle with a stranger, Elena would have been on the phone to Jeremy, panicked that my arm was reinfected and I was sliding into delirium.