Lisa Kessler - Hunter's Moon

Aren

The dry Las Vegas wind stung my eyes as I rounded the building, scanning the shadowed parking lot for my prey. Even the dark of night couldnt cool the desert heat wafting up from the pavement. The stench of the spys fear teased my nostrils, making the corner of my mouth twitch. I could admit I was eager to take this guy down, but knowing he was scared shitless sweetened the deal considerably.

For the past several months, this secret had festered inside me like an open wound. Id been traveling too often. Instead of protecting my Pack back in Reno, I had found myself sneaking around, unable to stop tracking her, protecting our enemy.

Sasha.

The wolf inside of me growled, aching to fight for this woman I barely even knew, whod tried to kill me. Twice. I forced a slow breath into my lungs. Patience. I could wait this guy out. My bum ankle left me little choice anyway.

My senses were on full alert, adrenaline pumping through my veins. The Nero Organization was still searching for her, and this scumbag was the latest in a string of informants looking for easy money. With a bounty on her head, they were eager to provide proof that she was still on the loose.

Finally he made his move. Footsteps raced toward the alley. Toward me. Perfect. I stepped into his path, blocking his only exit. He tried to pivot and change course, but it was too late. The weasel rammed into me, falling backward. Before he could roll over and scramble away, I grabbed his shirt and yanked him off the ground.

Youre not going anywhere. My eyes narrowed as I pulled him even closer, his scent filling my nostrils. He was human. Apparently Nero wasnt ready to risk another jaguar assassin to search for her. Maybe they were starting to believe she really had died at the fight in Lake Tahoe. Tell me about Nero.

I dont know nothin.

He wriggled like a fish, his feet struggling to touch the pavement. I was at least six inches taller than him, and I had no intention of letting him get away. I head-butted him. Blood erupted from his nose, the thick coppery scent immediately bringing the wolf inside me to full attention.

Goddammit, he shouted, kicking me in the shins while he yanked at my wrists. Let go of me, you crazy son of a bitch.

I kept my grip tight on his shirt. I asked you a question.

And I told you, I dont know nothin.

Youre lying, I said before slamming him against the brick wall of the alley.

He coughed, spewing putrid breath into my face. He reeked of week-old cigarettes and cheap vodka. Please, he stammered. I never heard of any Nero.

Why have you been trailing the red-haired woman? He started to shake his head, so I freed one hand from his shirt and landed a solid punch to his stomach to joggle his memory. Answer me.

He stopped kicking his feet, and his stare met mine. Gradually the fear in his eyes faded. My patience was wearing thin, but before I could rattle his cage for a reply, he started to smile. They know she didnt die in that fight, he whispered.

Pain burst through my gut, setting my entire side on fire. Dammit! The slimy little bastard had stabbed me.

I pressed him against the wall, forcing myself not to loosen my grip. Fear crept back into his eyes when I didnt let him go. I held him up with one arm and pulled his knife out of my side with the other.

His eyes opened wide. What the hell are you?

Using both hands I threw him across the alley, his skull crunching against the bricks. He hit the ground like a rag doll while I clutched the new hole in my side.

Im a wolf, asshole.

Usually Jason, our Pack doctor, patched up our wounds, but that wasnt an option for me right now. My twin, Adamour Alphawould demand to know what happened.

And for the first time in my life, I had no intention of telling him. What could I say? I let the Pack believe Id killed Sasha during the fight with Nero six months ago instead of admitting Id pulled her to safety. And now I watched out for her, protecting her from a distance. Even Adam wouldntcouldntlet that one alone.

Never in a million years would I have ever believed myself capable of betraying my Pack, my family. But I also hadnt understood the depth of my wolf instincts. Now they demanded I walk both sides of the line, leaving my loyalty torn in shreds.

I couldnt return to the Pack with this wound. I had to sort it out without them. Besides I was at least an eight-hour drive from Reno. Id have to risk a few stitches here in Vegas and be sure I didnt allow any blood to be drawn. I could do that.

By the time I pulled into the urgent care center, I knew the stab wound wasnt too serious. If hed hit an artery or a major organ, I would have bled out by now. But ignoring a gaping wound in my side wasnt an option either. Werewolves may heal a little faster than humans, but a nasty staph infection could take a wolf down just as well as the next person.

Stepping out of the car, I winced as pain radiated up my leg. I sucked in a deep breath through clenched teeth. My ankle was fucking killing me. Perfect. At least I had the guys knife wrapped and hidden under the floor of the trunk with my spare tire. Maybe Id be able to pull fingerprints from it later and get something out of this other than a stab wound.

Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I limped into the brightly lit ER. The triage nurse jumped up and rushed me to an exam room. Being covered in blood apparently trumped the other emergencies.

I hated the smell of hospitals. My acute wolf senses caught a mixture of blood, urine, and disinfectant, morphing it into a disgusting scent of decay that turned my stomach. I got up on the exam table, slightly wobbly from the blood loss. The nurse laid a clipboard on the counter and scribbled something quickly before turning to face me.

So what happened? She snapped on a pair of latex gloves and reached for the hem of my shirt to inspect the wound.

Im all right. Its just a little scratch.

Her eyes widened when she found the source of my bleeding. This isnt a scratch. Youve been stabbed.

I forced what I hoped was a convincing smile. All I need is a couple of stitches, and Ill be on my way.

She shook her head and stepped back. You can try to charm me all you want, but youll still need to speak with the police about your injury. Its hospital policy with stabbings and shootings.

It was an accident. I fell while holding a steak knife. This was exactly the reason no one in the Pack went to hospitalstoo many questions. Come on, I feel stupid enough as it is.

She raised a brow and left the room.

I raked a hand back through my hair and groaned. I was screwed.

I couldnt talk to the police any more than I could face the Pack and tell them why I was in Las Vegas killing Nero informants. No self-respecting cop was going to believe my story. I needed something better than falling on a steak knife.

My gaze flicked to the closed door. Physically I was only a wolf one night a month, but I still had heightened senses while I was a man. My hearing and sense of smell were far stronger than any humans, and right now I could hear a woman talking to the staff, followed by introductions and the click of determined footsteps.

I recognized that voice.

When the door opened the wolf inside of me howled.

This is Detective Marsh. The nurse snatched my chart from the counter. The doctor will be in shortly to check your wound.

Once the nurse was gone, I couldnt help but stare at the most incredible woman Id ever seen. Tough, beautiful, resilient Sasha. Her full lips were pressed together as her dark eyes met mine. I struggled to remind myself that this was also the same woman who had Tasered me and then shattered my ankle with a single gunshot. She had threatened to kill Adamand his mate Lana. The Nero Organization had ordered her to do so. They bred jaguar shape-shifters and trained them as silent assassins for the highest bidder. Sasha had been bitten rather than bred, but she was in their employ nonetheless. Or at least she used to be. So what was she doing here impersonating an officer?