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Patricia Briggs - Cry Wolf

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Now Briggs begins an extraordinary new series set in Mercy Thompsons world but with rules of its own. INTRODUCING THE ALPHA AND OMEGA NOVELS Anna never knew werewolves existed until the night she survived a violent attack.and became one herself. After three years at the bottom of the pack, shed learned to keep her head down and never, ever trust dominant males. But Anna is that rarest kind of werewolf: an Omega. And one of the most powerful werewolves in the country will recognize her value as a pack member and as his mate.

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Patricia Briggs

Cry Wolf

The first book in the Alpha and Omega series

PROLOGUE

Northwestern Montana,

Cabinet Wilderness: October

No one knew better than Walter Rice that the only safe place was away from other people. Safe for them, that is. The only problem was that he still needed them, needed the sound of human voices and laughter. To his shame, he sometimes hovered on the edge of one of the campgrounds just to listen to the voices and pretend they were talking to him.

Which was a very small part of the reason that he was lying belly-down in the kinnikinnick and old tamarack needles in the shadow of a stand of trees, watching the young man who was writing with a pencil in a metal-bound notebook after taking a sample of the bear scat and storing the resultant partially filled plastic bag in his backpack.

Walter had no fear the boy would see him: Uncle Sam had ensured that Walter could hide and track, and decades of living alone in some of the most forbidding wilderness in the States had made him into a fair imitation of those miraculously invisible Indians who had populated the favorite books and movies of his childhood. If he didnt want to be seen, he wasnt-besides, the boy had all the woodcraft of a suburban housewife. They shouldnt have sent him into grizzly country on his own-feeding grad students to the bears wasnt a good idea, might give them ideas.

Not that the bears were out today. Like Walter, they knew how to read the signs: sometime in the next four or five hours there was a big storm coming. He could feel it in his bones, and the stranger didnt have a big enough pack to be prepared for it. It was early for a winter storm, but this country was like that. Hed seen it snow in August.

That storm was the other reason he was following the boy. The storm and what to do about it-it wasnt often anymore that he was so torn by indecision.

He could let the kid go. The storm would come and steal away his life, but that was the way of the mountain, of the wilderness. It was a clean death. If only the grad student werent so young. A lifetime ago hed seen so many boys die-youd think hed have gotten used to it. Instead, one more seemed like one too many.

He could warn the boy. But everything in him rebelled at the thought. It had been too long since hed spoken face-to-face with anyoneeven the thought made his breath freeze up.

It was too dangerous. Might cause another flashback-he hadnt had one in a while-but they crept up unexpectedly. It would be too bad if he tried to warn the boy and ended up killing him instead.

No. He couldnt risk the little peace he had by warning the stranger-but he couldnt just let him die, either.

Frustrated, hed been following for a few hours as the boy blundered, oblivious, farther and farther from the nearest road and safety. The bedroll on his backpack made it clear he was planning on staying the night-which ought to mean he thought he knew what he was doing in the woods. Unfortunately, it had become clearer and clearer it was a false confidence. It was like watching June Cleaver roughing it. Sad. Just sad.

Like watching the newbies coming into Nam all starched and ready to be men, when everyone knew that all they were was cannon fodder.

Damn boy was stirring up all sorts of things Walter liked to keep away. But the irritation wasnt strong enough to make a difference to Walters conscience. Six miles, as near as he figured it, hed trailed the boy, unable to make up his mind: his preoccupation kept him from sensing the danger until the boy student stopped dead in the middle of the trail.

The thick brush between them only allowed him to see the top of the boys backpack, and whatever stopped the boy was shorter. The good part was that it wasnt a moose. You could reason with a black bear-even a grizzly if it wasnt hungry (which in his experience was seldom the case), but a moose was

Walter drew his big knife, though he wasnt sure hed try to help the boy. Even a black bear was a quicker death than the storm would be-if bloodier. And he knew the bear around here, which was more than he could say about the boy. He moved slowly through the brush, making no noise though fallen aspen leaves littered the ground. When he didnt want to make noise, he didnt make noise.

A low growl caused a shiver of fear to slice through him, sending his adrenaline into the ozone layer. It wasnt a sound hed ever heard here, and he knew every predator that lived in his territory.

Four feet farther and he had nothing impairing his view.

There in the middle of the path stood a dog-or something doglike, anyway. At first he thought it was a German shepherd because of the coloring, but there was something wrong with the joints of its front end that made it look more like a bear than a dog. And it was bigger than any damned dog or wolf hed ever seen. It had cold eyes, killers eyes, and impossibly long teeth.

Walter might not know what to call it, but he knew what it was. In that beasts face lurked every nightmare image that haunted his life. It was the thing he fought through two tours of Nam and every night since: death. This was a battle for a blooded warrior, battered and tainted as he was, not an innocent.

He broke cover with a wild whoop designed to attract attention and sprinted, ignoring the protest of knees grown too old for battle. It had been a long time since his last fight, but he had never forgotten the feeling of the blood pounding through his veins.

Run, kid, he said as he blazed past the boy with a fierce grin, prepared to engage the enemy.

The animal might run. It had taken its time sizing up the boy, and sometimes, when a predators meal charges it, the predator will leave. But somehow he didnt think that this beast was such an animal-there was an eerie intelligence in its blindingly gold eyes.

Whatever had kept it from attacking the boy immediately, it had no qualms about Walter. It launched itself at him as if he were unarmed. Maybe it wasnt as smart as he thought-or it had been deceived by his grizzled exterior and hadnt realized what an old veteran armed with a knife as long as his arm could do. Maybe it was aroused by the boys flight-hed taken Walters advice at face value and was running like a track star-and just viewed Walter as an obstacle to its desire for fresh, tender meat.

But Walter wasnt a helpless boy. Hed gotten the knife from some enemy general hed killed, murdered in the dark as hed been taught. The knife was covered with magic charms etched into the blade, strange symbols that had long ago turned black instead of the bright silver theyd been. Despite the exotic fancy stuff, it was a good knife and it bit deep in the animals shoulder.

The beast was faster than he, faster and stronger. But hed gotten that first strike and crippled it, and that made all the difference.

He didnt win, but he triumphed. He kept the beast busy and hurt it badly. It wouldnt be able to go after the kid tonight-and if that boy was smart, hed be halfway to his car by now.

At last the monster left, dragging a front leg and bleeding from a dozen wounds-though there was no question as to who was worse wounded. Hed seen a lot of men die, and he knew from the smell of perforated bowel that his time had come.

But the young man was safe. Perhaps that would answer, in some small part, for all the young men who hadnt lived.

He let the muscles of his back relax and felt the dried grass and dirt give way beneath his weight. The ground was cool under his hot, sweaty body, and it comforted him. It seemed right to end his life here while saving a stranger, when another strangers death had brought him here in the first place.

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