Beneath a Darkening Moon

Copyright 2004 by Keri Arthur



Chapter One 
Savannah Grant climbed out of the truck and breathed deeply of the crisp air. 
Though it had snowed last night, the sky this morning was rich and blue, and the 
sun contained a surprising amount of heat.
The aspen trees surrounding the small clearing glowed a rich, vibrant gold that 
contrasted sharply against the blue of the sky and the white of the snow-covered 
peaks looming high above. Leaves littered the ground beneath her feet, but the 
snow that had covered them earlier was now little more than droplets of water 
through which the sunlight gleamed, making them glow like mini rainbows.
It was a tranquil setting that hid a darker heart.
She slammed the door shut and turned around as a second truck came to a halt in 
the clearing. Three men climbed outtwo deputy rangers and a brown-haired 
teenager who looked positively green around the gills.
The teenager's gaze skirted the clearing, resting momentarily on the barely 
visible trail that disappeared through the aspens. Then he gulped and looked at 
Savannah. His blue eyes were wide and frighteneda sure sign that for once in 
his short life, Matt wasn't crying wolf. I don't have to go back up there, do 
I?"
"No. She tried to give the kid a reassuring smile, but it probably looked as 
fake as it felt. But then, it wasn't every day two human tourists were murdered 
within a week of each other within the confines of the Ripple Creek Werewolf 
Reservation.
And it certainly wasn't every day those murders were an exact replica of a past 
eventan event that still haunted her worst nights.
A shiver ran down her spine. Not from the cold, though here in the mountains it 
was certainly chilly despite the sun's heat. Clairvoyance wasn't something she'd 
ever laid claim to, but she'd had premonitions in the past that had certainly 
come true, and that was what she was feeling now. The murders would not stop 
with the current twoand the past she'd tried so hard to forget was about to 
slap her across the face.
She rubbed her arms and stepped away from the truck. Ike, you want to stay here 
with Matt?"
"But"
"Ike, she warned, in no mood to take any of the young deputy's crap today. You 
do as I say, or you head back down the mountain."
"How the hell am I going to learn anything"
"You could always sit at a desk and do paperwork, she cut in. Your choice."
Sullen didn't even begin to describe his expression as he nodded. Guilt 
slithered through her, but she shoved it away and glanced across at Ronan. 
Ready?"
The russet-haired deputy nodded and hitched the small backpack onto his 
shoulder. She spun, and walked across the clearing. Sunlight and golden, glowing 
leaves dappled the slight path, but it quickly gave way to deeper shadows as 
they moved into the pines.
"You were a bit hard on the kid, weren't you? Ronan said, his deep voice 
seeming to resonate through the silence. I know he can be annoying, but he is 
truly eager to learn."
She blew out a breath. I know. It's just"
"You're dreaming again, aren't you?"
She looked over her shoulder. Ronan's gray eyes gleamed almost silver in the 
shadows, and they were full of concern. But then, they'd known each other a very 
long time. Ronan was not only one of her few close friends, but he'd been her 
very first lover. Even though it went against her policy of not mixing business 
and pleasure, they still shared a moon dance when one of them was feeling the 
bite of loneliness.
"What makes you think that?"
His smile echoed through his eyes. The only time you're so short-tempered is 
when you're feeling the heat of the moon or have been dreaming. Considering we 
shared a few rather energetic nights last weekend, I figured it was the latter."
She grinned. Have you made the bed yet?"
"Yeah. Otherwise Conor would be asking who I was with."
She nodded. The cabin they used for their retreats had been in Ronan's family 
for years, but these days it was only occupied in spring, when the fishing was 
good. It was the perfect sanctuary the rest of the year, except that Conor, 
Ronan's younger brother, was one of those wolves who had a nose for intrigue and 
always seemed to be three steps behind them. While he didn't appear to know 
about their sometime affair, neither of them wanted him to find out, if only 
because the kid was a blabber-mouth. Besides, their illicit meetings not only 
went against her own rules but council rules, as well.
The council, she thought grimly, definitely needed to pull their heads out of 
their asses and look around. Not so much because of the no fraternizing with 
co-workers rule, but for all the other rules they were trying to institute. Like 
a ten o'clock curfew on anyone under eighteen. This was the twenty-first 
century, for God's sake, not the Middle Ages. It was dumb-ass rules like that 
that had driven her out of both home and Ripple Creek when she was barely 
seventeen.
Of course, her views on the matter, though often aired, weren't taken into 
consideration, despite the fact her dad was the head of the council. He also 
happened to be the main man behind all the saving-yourself-for-marriage flag 
waving currently going on, despite the hassle and heartache such beliefs had 
caused Neva, Savannah's twin, just over a year ago.
"What are the dreams about this time? Ronan asked.
She brushed aside a tree branch, waiting until he'd safely passed before letting 
it go. Same old, same old. Death, destruction and mayhem."
Only this time, it wasn't in the past, but the present. And that scared her, 
because the man behind those murders so long ago was supposedly dead.
So how could they be happening again, here in Ripple Creek, the exact same way? 
The press had never released all the details, so it couldn't be a copycat. Yet 
the murderor at least, the first murderwas exactly the same. Right down to the 
mutilation of the genitals.
A shiver ran down her spine. Fear, she acknowledged. Fear of what was coming. 
Who was coming.
She frowned at the thought, but at that moment, death touched the air. She 
stopped, sniffing the faint breeze and tasting the scents entwined within it.
"A new death, Ronan said, stopping close enough that she could feel his body 
heat. The blood is still fresh."
She nodded. The hint of sage and musk suggests the victim is male."
"Same as the first one."
She glanced over her shoulder and met his gaze. The grim certainty reflected in 
his eyes echoed through her. They had themselves a serial killer, and with 
autumn giving way to winter and drawing in the cross-country skiing crowd, soon 
there would be far too many potential victims in Ripple Creek.
"Let's get up there before the scavengers do."
She followed the ever-thickening scent of death through the trees. The path 
became steeper, rockier, as the tree line began to recede. The clumps of snow 
become drifts that ran on and on, and the chill in the air was more noticeable. 
Yet, despite that, sweat trickled down her spine. But not from exertion. The 
past she'd run from was merging with the present, and all she could see in the 
near future was disaster.
She swiped at the moisture dribbling down her forehead and tried to get a grip 
on her overactive imagination. It was just a murdererjust a crazy person. The 
past wasn't coming back to haunt her. It was a weird coincidence, nothing more.
Maybe, that deep-down voice said. And maybe not.
"There're the egg-shaped boulders Matt mentioned. Ronan pointed to the rocks 
off to the left hand side of the trail.
She nodded and made her way toward them. Beyond the stones, death waited.
Like the first victim, this man had his arms and legs stretched wide, his penis 
and scrotum sliced away, and his heart removed. For a moment, she closed her 
eyes, fighting not only the sickness that churned in the pit of her stomach, but 
the memories that came crowding back.
Even without those memories, it was doubtful that scenes like this would ever 
become easy, she thought, as her gaze swept around the stone circle that 
surrounded the mutilated body. She might have spent the last nine years as a 
ranger, but death was not something she'd visited often. Which was why finding 
someone so brutally and methodically killed still had the power to shock her.
"We have ourselves a nutter, Ronan said, as he came to a halt beside her.
"That we have. The question was did this nutter echo past events by chance or 
by design? You want to secure the area and take some prelim photos? I'll call 
headquarters, and get them to call in the coroner."
"The doc's not going to be happy, Ronan commented, as he swung the pack off his 
shoulder and took out the crime scene tape. It's barely eight and Wednesday is 
his day off."
"Obviously no one told our murderer, she snapped, then met his sharp glance 
with a wave of her hand. I know, I know. I'm going to have to stop being so 
bitchy."
"Or go see someone about those damn dreams."
She nodded and got her cell phone from her pocket. Then she stepped out of his 
way and made her call. Kelly, who was both their administrative assistant and 
communications officer, answered on the second ring.
"Ripple Creek Ranger's Office."
"Kel, can you ask Doc Carson to head on over to Pike's clearing at the top of 
Red Mountain Road? Ike will be waiting for him."
"Will do. You've a visitor, by the way."
"Who?"
"A Mr. Jones from the Interspecies Investigation Squad."
Savannah swore under her breath. The IIS were an offshoot of the FBI, and by law 
they had to be notified whenever a human was killed on werewolf land. But she 
hadn't expected them to come running so quickly, nor did she really want them 
here. The men and women of the IIS had the reputation of riding roughshod over 
local law enforcement and had, in the past, caused a lot of bad feelings between 
the community and its police officers. She certainly didn't want that happening 
here in Ripple Creek.
"Tell him I'm coming in. At least that would give Ronan, Ike and the Doc time 
to do a prelim examination of the scene and the body before the IIS charged in 
and took over. She glanced at her watch. I'll be there in twenty."
"I'll tell him. I'll even offer him decent coffee."
Which, in Kel speak, meant the man in question was not only single but gorgeous. 
She smiled slightly, half wondering if just this once they should use Kel as a 
distraction. Hell, there were few men of any species that didn't take a second, 
third and fourth look when Kel walked by, so it might just give them a chance to 
do their job without IIS inference. But the way their luck had been running of 
late, Mr. Jones would probably end up preferring dark haired men rather than 
voluptuous blondesand none of her deputies were inclined that way.
She hung up and met Ronan's expectant gaze. The IIS are here."
He swore, long and loud.
"Yeah, she said. Exactly. I'm heading down there. I'll get Ike to meet Carson, 
and he'll have to assist you here."
Ronan nodded. He's damn good with the cameras, so he can take over that job."
"Just keep an eye on himwith the IIS here, we can't afford any of his exuberant 
mistakes."
Ronan nodded and began taking photos of the body and the ceremonial ring of 
small stones surrounding it. She cast one more look at the victim, her gaze 
resting momentarily on the severed genital area, noting once again the lack of 
blood in the dirt beneath the body. She shivered and turned around, making her 
way back down the hill.
If history was repeating itself, she just had to hope that everything about that 
time of her life wasn't about to make an appearance. Because there were some 
sections she had no desire to revisit in any way, shape, or form.
"Ike, she called, once she'd reached the clearing. I want you to go down to 
the main road and wait for Doc Carson. Bring him up here and take him to Ronan. 
You're to help Ronan after that."
The young deputy's eyes lit up. Really?"
"Really. God, was she ever that enthusiastic? Probably not. By the time she'd 
applied for the deputy position, she'd truly seen the darker side of human and 
wolf nature. She'd known all too well the full extent of damage some people 
could do to othersphysical or emotional.
"Matt, you want to ride back to town with me?"
The teenager nodded and climbed into her truck. She glanced back at Ike. Do 
what Ronan tells you tonothing more, nothing less."
Ike grinned and gave her a thumbs up, his carrot-bright hair glowing like a 
beacon in the morning sun. Savannah shook her head, climbed into her truck and 
headed back to town. By the time she'd dropped Matt off and talked briefly to 
his parents, thirty-five minutes had come and gone.
Kel looked up as Savannah opened the front door of their little section of city 
hall, her expression a mix of amusement and annoyance. Our dear IIS officer is 
not impressed with tardiness. Or so he's said every five minutes for the last 
fifteen minutes."
"One of those, huh?"
"Yeah. All looks and no charm. Kel placed a mug on the counter, and the rich 
aroma of cinnamon coffee teased Savannah's nostrils. Here, take this. You're 
going to need it."
Savannah grimaced and picked up the steaming mug. What excuse did you give 
him?"
"I didn't. He's not my boss and he certainly wasn't polite, so he didn't deserve 
an update."
She couldn't help a grin. So did he get that coffee?"
"Machine blend, not the good stuff."
Meaning he'd really pissed her off. Could you take all my calls while I deal 
with this fellow?"
"Will do."
"Thanks, Kel."
Savannah sipped the sweet, aromatic liquid, fortifying herself as she walked 
around the counter and trundled down the long hall to her office. The door was 
shut, and the blinds shuttered, affording her no glimpse of the grump who'd 
manage to annoy their usually jovial administration assistant.
She grasped the handle with her free hand and pushed the door open. Sorry to 
keep you wait"
The rest of her words died as the man inside turned around.
Shock and something else, something she couldn't quite define, rippled through 
her. The man standing so calmly in the middle of her office was the one man 
she'd hoped never to see again.
For too many minutes, all she could do was stare. This man had haunted her 
dreams for nigh on ten years, yet except for the crow's-feet near his eyes, his 
too-handsome features showed no real sign of aging. He was a big man, just over 
six feet tall, his build lean but powerful, like that of a sprinter. His hair 
was dark brown, but the mahogany highlights she'd so adored now contrasted with 
the flecks of silver that gleamed in the sunlight streaming in through the 
window behind him. Once upon a time his hair had been long and tied back 
carelessly in a ponytaila ponytail she always used to undo, just so she could 
run her fingers through those gloriously silken lengths. Now it was short, 
barely even brushing the shoulders of his starched blue shirt.
Her gaze finally, inevitably, locked with his. For several heartbeats she 
couldn't think, was barely able to breathe, as the navy blue of his eyes all but 
consumed her.
Heat prickled across her skin and ignited a familiar ache deep inside. She knew 
she had to move, had to do something other than simply stand here and let him 
consume her like this. Yet, she couldn't tear herself away from the power of 
that gaze. From the memories she saw deep within it.
A slight smile touched the lips that were still as sensual as she remembered. 
Then his gaze rolled languidly down her body, a touch that wasn't a touch, and 
yet one that sent energy singing across every fiber of her being. Her nipples 
hardened, pressing almost painfully against the restrictions of her shirt, and 
the deep-down ache got stronger.
His navy gaze completed its erotic journey and rose to meet hers again, 
lingering a little on the scar that marred the left side of her face. But it 
wasn't the heat in his look that made her tremble. It was the sudden flash of 
anger.
As if he had anything to be angry about.
"Well, well, he said. Fancy finding you here, of all places."
His voice was husky, deep, and conjured memories of whispered endearments and 
long, sweaty nights of lovemaking. And even after all the time that had 
separated them, his voice still had the power to rock her. Maybe because she 
still heard it in the worst of her dreamsdreams in which he'd spun his web of 
desire and deceit around her as easily as he had in real life.
And it was those memories, as well as the anger that was now so visible in the 
depths of his eyes, that got her feet moving.
"What are you doing here, Cade?"
The smile that touched his lips never reached his eyes. Never warmed those icy, 
dark-blue depths. You reported a murder. I'm here to investigate it."
She sat down at her desk and waved him to one of the visitor's chairs. He sat 
down, his movements an echo of power and grace.
"I mean, why are you really here? She drank more coffee, grateful for the flush 
of warmth it spread through her otherwise chilled system.
He raised a dark eyebrow. As I said, I'm here to investigate the murder of a 
human on this reservation."
"And did you happen to tell your superiors that you were once involved with the 
chief ranger of said reservation?"
"Why should I? His gaze met hers, and all she could see, all she could feel, 
was his cold, cold anger. The warm caring that had once attracted her to this 
man had long goneif indeed it had ever actually existed. You were nothing more 
than a means to an end, Vannah. A pleasant way to pass the time as I tried to 
catch a killer."
Though she'd long known the truth, his words still hurt. After all, she'd once 
cared for this man. Cared for him deeply. To discover it was all nothing more 
than lies had cut to the quick. Yet his lies were not the worst of his actions. 
Far from it.
She leaned back in her chair, and feigned a calm she didn't feel. My name is 
Savannah. Kindly use it."
"Savannah, he mocked. Such a sweet name."
"So was the girl you knew as Vannah. You sure as hell cured her of that."
Something flashed in his eyes. Not anger, because that was there already, but 
something deeper, darker. The girl I knew as Vannah put on a damn good show of 
being sweet, but time sure proved otherwise."
"Time? She gave an unladylike snort. We knew each other less than a month."
Which was time enough to think she was in love. Time enough to prove how bad a 
judge her heart could be.
"Sometimes a month is all it takes to prove how very wrong first impressions can 
be."
"How very true, she said dryly. So why don't we just drop the Happy Trails 
memory time and get down to business?"
"Suits me."
He crossed his legs, drawing her eye down the powerful line of his thigh and 
shin to the garish blue and red of his boots. A smile touched her lips. It 
seemed even the starched blue correctness of the IIS couldn't break his love of 
cowboy boots.
"Tell me about the murder."
Her gaze came back to his. Everything is in the report, which I've no doubt 
you've read."
"I want your impressions."
"Really? Bitterness crept into her voice. And why would you want the opinion 
of a no goodwhat was the term you used that night? Whore? Strumpet?"
His face closed over. I thought we were keeping this business?"
So they were. But it was harder than she'd thought it would be, especially when 
the warm mix of sage and tangerine touched the air, stirring her hormones as 
much as it did memories of the nights she'd spent in his arms, drinking in that 
same scent.
"There's been a second murder, she said, the annoyance in her voice aimed more 
at herself than him. God, anyone would think she was still that dizzy teenager, 
not the much wiser woman she'd become. Same MO."
He sat up a little straighter. Why didn't you mention this straight away?"
"Could have something to do with seeing the one face I never wanted to see 
again."
Again that darkness flared in his eyes. Tell me about the second murder."
"As far as we can tell, it's exactly the same as the first one. My people are up 
there now, locking down the scene and taking prelim photos."
"Who discovered the body?"
"Local teenager out for an early morning run."
"You've taken his statement?"
Anger flickered through her. What in moons did he think she was, an amateur? 
Hell no, she bit back. Was I supposed to?"
"Sarcasm is not what either of us needs right now. His gaze bored into hers. 
If you can't handle me being here on this case, step aside and let someone else 
take care of it."
She didn't bother answering. As the IIS officer for this region, he had no 
choice in being here, and as head ranger, neither did she. But he was right 
about one thingshe had to get a grip on herself. The coroner should be up 
there by now. You got a team following?"
He nodded. Two people. They should be here this afternoon. We will, of course, 
take over investigations, though we'll appreciate your department's help in 
dealing with the townsfolk."
And he was going to need it, because the citizens of Ripple Creek didn't 
appreciate the sort of superior attitude he was currently offering. She took a 
drink of coffee and asked, How far behind are they?"
"They'll be here in a few hours."
"Are you intending to wait for them, or do you want to head up there now?"
"I'd like to get up there before the scene gets too contaminated."
That flicker of anger became a roar. My people are well trained and damn good 
at their jobs."
"But they aren't trained for this sort of investigation, which is why the IIS is 
always called."
The IIS being called had nothing to do with skillor the lack thereofbut was a 
means of pacifying the humans who always seemed to think that the murder of a 
human on a werewolf reservation was the first sign of a planned uprising. 
Humansor at least some of themseemed to live in permanent fear of wolves. Why, 
she had no idea, especially when humans had all but wiped out the werewolf 
population in America. Hell, of the twenty reservations that had been granted 
originally, only eleven now existed. And two of those were in jeopardy from the 
encroaching human population. Resettlement was currently being discussed, but 
she knew from her old man that this time the wolves on those two reservations 
were going to give the government the legal fight of its life.
But she didn't bother saying anything, because voicing her opinion wouldn't 
matter a damn. Cade was here, and their part in this play was now officially 
minor.
She gulped down the rest of her coffee and rose. I'll take you out there now."
"Good. And on the way there, you can give me your opinion about these killings."
She bit back the instinctive urge to throw another bitchy comment his way. As 
she walked past him, she tried to ignore the warm tease of tangerine in her 
nostrils. But it wasn't so easy to ignore his familiar presence at her back, or 
the way his body heat seemed to caress her skin, burning her the way the sun 
might burn during summer.
It had been like that the first time she'd met hima rush of heat, a fever that 
had become fiercer the longer she'd stayed in his presence. No wolf since had 
ever given her that sort of reaction, and she was damn glad of that fact. These 
days, she was quite content to spend her time in Ronan's arms, secure in the 
knowledge that the sex was good, that she was safe, and that he would never do 
anything to hurt her.
Kel turned around at the sound of their footsteps, and her gaze went from 
Savannah to Cade and back again. Though her expression was perfectly pleasant, 
Savannah was hard pressed not to smile. Cade had a lot of ground to make up if 
he expected anything more than very basic assistance from Kel. And considering 
that the smooth operation of this ranger station depended greatly on the 
efficiency of its admin assistant, Cade was in deep trouble.
Unless, of course, he brought his own admin assistant, which considering the 
sort of money being thrown at the IIS these days was highly likely.
"Kel, I'm taking Mr. Jones up to Pike's clearing. If anything urgent comes in, 
call Steve to handle it. She glanced over her shoulder. Have you booked rooms 
for yourself and your people?"
The deep blue of his eyes seemed to bore right through her. Not yet."
She repressed a shiver and glanced back at Kel. And arrange two rooms at one of 
the lodges."
A smile touched Kel's lips. Right away."
Savannah knew that look, and she suspected luxury accommodationsor at least, as 
close as they got to it here in Ripple Creekwas not what Cade and his people 
were going to end up in. In town, she added, just to ensure they didn't end up 
in some Godforsaken corner right on the outskirts.
A pout touched Kel's lips. Savannah smiled and led the way out the door. At 
least Cade couldn't have a go at her about the accommodationsbut she very much 
suspected that he'd have a go at her about lots of other things. Most of them in 
the past, and most of them things she'd much rather forget.
But if he thought she was still that meek and mild teenager, he was about to 
learn how very wrong he was. If he wanted a damn fight, he'd get one.
Because after years of dreaming about the events of ten years ago, she was more 
than ready for it.
* * * *
Cade shifted slightly in the truck's seat so he could study Vannah's profile 
without being obvious about it. She'd changed since he'd last seen her, and the 
most apparent of those changes was the pale scar over her left eye. But while it 
constantly caught his gaze, it didn't really detract from her unconventional 
beauty. Nothing couldnot the scar, the shorter cut of her once gloriously long 
hair, or the cold wariness in her green eyes.
He'd always expected that sometime they would meet again, simply because his 
work as an IIS officer took him to many different reservations. And though he'd 
never really thought about how he would react, he'd expected that anger would be 
first and foremost on the list of emotions. It had certainly been therehard, 
deep, and furious. But what he hadn't expected was the rush of desire, or such 
fierce relief over the fact that she was safe, well, and whole.
And if anything, the flood of those last two only served to make him angrier. At 
her, and at himself. He'd followed the path of desire once before with her, and 
it had almost resulted in his death. He would not go down it again, not even for 
the woman who still haunted his nights.
"Tell me your first impressions of the murders, he asked again, his voice a 
touch harsher than necessary.
She slanted him a supercooled look. It's in the report."
"I want your thoughts, not the sanitized summary you wrote for the IIS."
A smile flirted with her lipslips whose sensual touch he could still remember. 
Do you really want to know my thoughts?"
"Do I have to put you on warning? Maybe that would be a good idea. Two warnings 
and she was off the case, and he would be free to deal with the murders without 
interference from her or the past.
"The killer uses a ritual to murder his victims, she said, voice ultra 
professional yet managing to sound tart. Blood results state the first victim 
was drugged, and given there's no evidence of resistance, I'd say the second 
victim was too.
"The stone circle was present in the second murder as well?"
She nodded. As were the mutilations."
"And what do you think of them?"
Her gaze met his briefly, the green depths giving little away. This reserve was 
new. Once upon a time, he could have read a world of emotions in her eyes.
Though he'd learned the hard way that some of those so visible emotions were 
nothing more than lies.
"I think we have a nut on our hands."
He raised an eyebrow. Was she deliberately avoiding any reference to the murders 
of their past? Or was she simply intent on giving him the usual this is my town 
and don't you forget it crap that he generally received from rangers of small 
reservations like Ripple Creek? He suspected it was the latter and that 
disappointed him. He'd expected more from her.
Though why, he had no idea. After all, she'd given him very little in the way of 
help the first time they'd met.
"And you don't see any similarities to past murders?"
She met his gaze again. That's not for me to judge, is it? Not with the IIS 
here."
In other words, she wasn't admitting anything. Not to him, anyway. Which was no 
surprise, really. They'd done it the hard way the first time and probably would 
again.
She stopped the truck beside another, in a clearing that could have come 
straight off a postcard, and climbed out. He quickly followed suit and breathed 
deeply of the crisp air. If there was anything he missed about reservation life, 
it was the purity of the air and the sheer and utter quiet of clearings like 
this.
But then, it was hardly practical for an IIS officer to live in one of the 
reservations he might have to investigate, although many did. He'd grown used to 
city life, though, and as places to live went, Denver wasn't all that bad. At 
least there were glorious mountains within easy driving distance.
"This way, she said, and disappeared down a small path until all he could see 
was the occasional flash of sunlight gleaming off her golden hair.
Not that he needed to see her to follow her. Her scent was as unusual as she 
wasa tantalizing mix of a warm summer breeze combined with the rich headiness 
of exotic flowers and fruits. Even here in the mountains, with the crispness of 
the air and the scent of pine and snow heavy in his nostrils, her aroma was a 
teasing, sensual seduction of his senses and memories.
And he had better get control of those sensesand memories. He was here to catch 
a killer. Nothing more, nothing less. Whether or not he and the chief ranger had 
a past was irrelevant, even if he still bore a scar across his shoulder blade 
that was the direct result of said ranger's duplicity.
They came out of the tree line, and the hint of blood touched the cold air. The 
rich, metallic smell made his pulse quicken in anticipationsomething that 
always happened at the beginning of a hunt, even after all his years as an IIS 
agent. He ignored the sensation and swept his gaze across the barren, 
snow-speckled landscape. Ten years ago, the killer had carefully avoided obvious 
paths, concentrating his movements across barren stone or through water. Given 
this killer seemed to be imitating those past events, he very much suspected the 
situation would be similar here. Only here, the ground wasn't as rocky, so there 
was a good chance that they might find a print.
If the rangers hadn't walked all over the area, that was.
Which wasn't being entirely fair, he acknowledged. He glanced at Vannah's stiff 
back, his gaze drawn to the gentle bob of her golden ponytail, and then drifting 
down the curves of her back and rump, so lovingly displayed by the 
close-fitting, pale green ranger's uniform.
He'd seen some sloppy work done on many of the reservations, but Ripple Creek 
didn't appear to be one of them. Her initial report to the IIS had been one the 
best he'd seen, though that didn't mean she and her team had the skills to deal 
with something like this.
She led him through the rocks and stopped when she reached a large, egg-shaped 
stone. He stopped beside her, his nostrils filling with her rich scent as his 
gaze swept the scene before them. It was exactly the same as the seven he'd seen 
long ago, right down to the mutilated genitals and the victim's left handed, one 
finger salute. It had always looked like the dead were offering one final 
opinion on life itself.
Two men worked near the feet of the victim, the older of the twoand the man he 
presumed was the reservation's acting coroneron hands and knees between the 
victim's legs, intimately scrutinizing the gaping hole that had once contained 
penis and scrotum. A much younger man stood ready with a camera and an eager 
expression.
A third ranger squatted at the top of the stone circle, but he looked up as Cade 
came to a halt. The flicker of animosity in his gray eyes was brief but 
nevertheless there. He placed a flag in the soil, rose and carefully made his 
way toward them.
"We've found several foot prints, both human and wolf. I've flagged them all. 
He came to a halt beside Vannah and crossed his arms.
Presenting a united front against the invader, Cade thought, and barely 
restrained a bitter smile. How many times did he have to face such shows of 
unity before people began to realize he was actually working for them, not 
against them?
"Ronan, this is Senior Agent Cade Jones, from the IIS."
The russet-haired ranger held out his hand. His grip was neither aggressive nor 
passive, just the grip of a man very comfortable in what he was and what he was 
doing.
"Pleasure to meet you, sir, the ranger said.
Like hell it was. Please, call me Cade. I don't believe there should be 
formalities between law enforcement officers. Not as long as they understood he 
was in charge. He waved a hand toward the victim. How far have you progressed?"
"We've taken photos of the victim and surrounds. Done an initial check for 
marks, but haven't moved the victim as yet. I've ordered an ambulance to take 
the body to the state medical examiner."
Cade nodded. I'll have someone waiting there. Did you find anything different 
from the first murder?"
"Not so far."
"What is the coroner looking at?"
"Odd marks in the soil, the coroner said, without looking up. If I didn't know 
better, I'd say someone was lapping up the blood as this fellow bled to death."
If true, this was a departure from the previous murders, and it would help 
cement his theory that this was a copycat. He walked over. Vannah and the other 
ranger followed, a fact he knew only because her scent remained as strong as it 
had been when he'd stood beside her.
He squatted on the outside of the stone circle. This close to the body, the 
aroma of blood and death was all consuming.
"Where? he said.
The coroner quickly pointed out several marks in the soil. He was rightit did 
look like lap marks. He glanced up at the kid with the camera. Have you taken 
photos?"
The carrot-haired ranger nodded, his very demeanor one of fierce anticipation. 
First murder, Cade thought wryly, and wondered if the kid's exuberance would 
last any longer than the end of this case. It certainly hadn't with his first 
murder case.
But then, he'd been a still-wet-behind-the ears recruit into the IIS, not a mere 
ranger, and those murders were still the worst he'd ever seen. Until now.
"Are you ready to move the body yet?"
"Yes, sir. Just thought you'd prefer to be here when we did it."
At least the officials in this town seemed to be up with recommended procedures. 
He couldn't remember the amount of times he'd arrived at a crime scene only to 
find the body already bagged and hauled away. And while it was true that he 
usually couldn't spot anything more than the coroner would, he liked to be 
present when the body was first movedjust for that one time when he did spot 
something. Thank you."
The old man nodded and carefully moved to one side of the victim. The kid raised 
the camera and took a shot. Heaven only knows why, but Cade could hardly berate 
him when he was trying to do the right thing.
The coroner shifted the victim's arm. Then he rolled the body over, carefully 
avoiding the flag that had been placed in the soil not too far away from the 
corpse's thigh. And there, on the victim's back, was another major difference to 
the original murders.
Because carved into the dead man's flesh were two words.
Remember Rosehall.
He remembered, all right. How could he not, when his very first case had been 
his very worst? Thing was, the damn man behind those original murders was dead. 
He'd seen the body himself. Had been at the burial to watch the casket being 
covered with dirt and to spit on the grave.
As far as anyone who'd been on the team at that time knew, their felon had 
worked solo. And no one, outside those in the IIS, knew the smaller details, 
such as the fingers. So how could a man who'd been dead for over eight years be 
here in Ripple Creek, taunting them with new victims?
Cade sat back on his heels and glanced up at Vannah. Was there anything carved 
into the flesh of the first victim?"
She crossed her arms. He couldn't honestly say whether or not she recognized the 
importance of the message, because there was nothing to be read in her 
expression or her eyes. But she had to understand it. She'd been at Rosehall, 
for God's sake.
"No. It would have been in the report, otherwise."
He nodded and glanced back at the coroner. Roll him over."
No other messages. No other marks. He rose and stepped back so the kid could get 
clearer shots of both the victim's back, and the blood that had seeped from the 
cuts and stained the soil.
From the clearing below came the roar of an engine.
"That'll be the ambulance, Ronan said. You want me to bring them up?"
"Yes."
Ronan's gaze flicked to Vannah, whose nod was almost imperceptible. No guessing 
were his allegiance lie or who he'd be taking orders from, Cade thought. But 
again, he'd faced that sort of response many times on many reservations. At 
least the rangers here were more circumspect about it.
He turned, his gaze searching the surrounds. Half a dozen small flags dotted the 
ground, indicators of possible evidence Ronan had found. He began a search of 
his own, but after an hour or so, he had discovered nothing more than what had 
already been marked. Despite his earlier aspersions of Vannah's people, they 
obviously knew their job.
He rose and stretched the kinks out of his back. There wasn't much more he could 
do here until Trista and Anton showed up with their equipment. The site just 
needed to be guarded, and any of the rangers were more than capable of that. 
What he needed was decent coffeewhich seemed to be seriously lacking at the 
ranger stationand a burger or two.
Though an icy beer wouldn't go astray, either. The sun had risen towards noon, 
and the heat and light reflecting off the nearby snow was extensive. He wiped 
the sweat from his forehead and glanced down to the tree line where Vannah stood 
talking to Ronan.
And saw Ronan briefly touch her face in an intimate, caring way.
Anger crashed though him, territorial and instinctive. A growl rumbled up his 
throat. Before he even realized what he was doing, he'd taken several steps 
toward them. He forced himself to stop and take a deep breath. Then he released 
it slowly, as he flexed his fingers and tried to retain some control.
But he knew, as he stared down at the two of them, that he was in deep, deep 
trouble.
Because the promise he and Vannah had made to the moon so long ago was obviously 
still in force.
And the sheer ferocity of his response suggested that the moon was not going to 
let them escape their promises so easily a second time.


Chapter Two 
Savannah glanced at her watch and tried to contain the surge of irritation. Pick 
me up at five, he'd said. We'll discuss any developments on the case while you 
drive me to my hotel.
Well, it was nearly six, evening had fallenalong with the nightly chilland he 
was still a no-show. What was she, a chauffeur with nothing else to do? It was 
bad enough that he and his team had basically banned them from entering the 
murder site, but to have one of her own men guarding the main pathand the kid 
at thatwas goddamned infuriating.
She blew out a breath and pushed away from the side of the truck. It was getting 
too cold to stand there any longer, and besides, the fall of night seemed to 
have woken an odd sort of restless in her. It was almost as if the moon stirred 
heat through her system. Yet, tonight the moon would rise in the end of its 
waxing crescent phase, as far away from the full moon and its accompanying 
wildness as it could possibly get.
But the restlessness stirred, flicking through her veins like a fire about to 
erupt.
Strange. Very strange.
However, there was nothing she could do except ignore it. With Cade in town, she 
wasn't about to risk crossing the line with Ronan, and there was no one else she 
actually fancied enough to dance with.
She walked across to where Ike squatted. He rose, his expression one of 
frightened determination. Boss, I've been ordered to stop you or anyone else 
going up the trail."
"Did he tell you to stop anyone entering the forest from an area well away from 
the trail?"
Ike frowned. Well, no, but the intent"
"I'm not talking about intent. And if I don't use the path, you're technically 
obeying orders, aren't you?"
"I suppose. His voice was filled with the doubt she could see in his 
expression.
"You won't get into trouble, she assured him. Even if she had to stand in front 
of him to protect him from the firing squad.
He nodded, accepting her word. She ducked through the trees and began to climb. 
Now that night had closed in, the shadows were thick and deep under the autumn 
clad trees. Leaves crunched beneath her feet, a soft, crisp sound that echoed 
across the stillness. From up ahead came the soft murmur of voicesCade's rich 
tone, entwined with a soft, feminine lilt. One of his officers, at least, was 
female.
Another sound stirred the eveninganother footstep, one out of sync with her 
own.
She stopped, every sense alert as she listened to the gentle stirring of the 
wind. The person ahead had obviously stopped too, because the only sound she 
could hear now was the rhythmic rise and fall of the voices ahead. She waited, 
trusting what she'd heard, knowing she had nothing to lose by simply standing 
there. After all, that's what she'd be doing down at the truck.
Five minutes passed.
Then, from up ahead and to her right, the steps began again, edging closer to 
the soft conversation coming from the murder scene. Those steps were too light 
to be human, meaning it was either a wolf or something elsesomething with the 
intelligence or natural cunning of a hunter.
She was betting on a wolf.
Still, she didn't move. As a member of the golden pack, she was gifted with 
strong telepathic abilities, and while her abilities were far outstripped by her 
sister, Savannah had more than enough skill to read the mind of almost anyone 
she chose to. And though it was a gift she didn't often usesimply because it 
went against all ethicsthere were times, like this, when it was simply easier 
to reach out and discover what she was up against before she charged in.
She carefully lowered her shields and reached out telepathically to the person 
ahead.
Only to be hit so hard by a seemingly unending wall of hate and violence that 
she staggered backward and let out a small sound of shock and pain. She quickly 
shored up her defenses, only to hear the soft steps moving away from the murder 
scene. She knew the hunter had heard her soft cry of distress.
Still shaking from the force of the other person's hatred, she quickly called to 
the wolf within. Power rushed through her, an electric feeling that numbed 
sensation as her body reshaped, reformed. In those brief few seconds, she was 
without sight, without sound, and vulnerable to attack, which is why she'd 
chosen to change here rather than closer to whoever was up ahead. Better safe 
than sorry. In her alternate form, she leapt forward, seeking the scents in the 
air as she ran, pinning down the few that were different, foreign. Musk and 
mint.
Relief snaked through her. It wasn't the smell of anyone she knew, though why 
she'd expected to recognize it she couldn't honestly say.
She dashed through the darkness, following the faint aroma trail, chasing the 
rush of footsteps across the night. The other wolf was fast, but with each step 
she drew closer.
Then came the sound of a car door slamming, and two seconds later, the roar of 
an engine. She cursed, but the words came out as a little more than a rumble of 
anger as she surged forward. The car had sped away long before she came into the 
small clearing, and all that was left was the settling dust.
Cursing again, she stuck her nose to the ground and hunted around for any scent 
or track clues. There wasn't even a decent tire track to be found. She moved 
back into the forest to see if she could find a footprint, but the thick cover 
of autumn leaves made that all but impossible. Annoyed, she turned tail and 
headed back for her truck.
The rhythmic murmurs of voices were no longer coming from the murder site, 
meaning Cade and his crew had probably shut down for the night. Meaning she was 
undoubtedly in trouble for not being where she was supposed to be.
But hey, if she had been, she might never have uncovered the fact they had a 
watcher.
She shifted shape as she neared the end of the aspens, and in human form, strode 
into the clearing. Cade was leaning against the side of her truck, his arms 
crossed and his stance radiating annoyance.
A man very unimpressed with tardiness, Kel had noted. For once in her life, it 
looked as if Kel had actually understated that fact, because he was certainly 
more than merely unimpressed.
"I hope you didn't reprimand Ike. He was only obeying my orders, she stated, 
coming to a halt five steps away from him, out of immediate arm's length. But 
she was still within range of his heady, masculine scent, and it twined through 
her senses as sensually as a caress, causing the wildness within to stir in 
greater agitation.
She glanced at the night-blanketed sky. What the hell was going on? She 
shouldn't be getting this sort of reaction nownot when the moon was half way 
through its cycle.
"My orders should have countermanded any of yours. His voice was edgy, 
roughened, as if he were feeling the heat of the moon as much as she. This is 
my investigation, not yours."
She snorted. And here I thought we could work as a team."
Something glittered in his eyessomething she couldn't quite catch. Or maybe it 
was simply the reflection of starlight. We have several problems on that 
front."
"Yeah, you think I'm a no-good slut, and I think you're a lying, devious 
bastard. And right now, she wasn't inclined to tell him anything. He'd need to 
know about their watcher, but now that night had hit, there was nothing more he 
or his team could do, and she didn't need to give him another reason to yell at 
her. Which he undoubtedly would later anyway.
His anger touched the air, a heat thick enough to burn. True. But I wasn't 
talking about either of those problems."
She raised an eyebrow. Then what the hell were you talking about?"
He hesitated. I prefer not to discuss it here."
"Why? You scared of the dark? Taunting him probably wasn't a good idea, but the 
inner bitch just couldn't let the moment pass. And after all, wasn't he the 
reason the bitch was there in the first place? She might have been a rebel 
before she'd left Ripple Creek and headed to Kansas and Rosehall, but she'd been 
a sweet one. Or so Neva had declared. If she couldn't trust her twin to give an 
honest opinion, who could she trust?
"And shouldn't I be? His gaze ran down the length of her, a slow, sensuous 
perusal that sent heat flaring across her skin and desire rushing though her 
veins. But when his gaze finally rose to hers again, the dark depths were 
touched with a bitterness that almost outshone the lust. After all, I learned 
the hard way that devils mostly come at night, and the most dangerous of them 
all is the one who looks like an angel."
"I wasn't the one who went into our relationship lying all the way, Cade, so 
don't get all high and mighty with me."
His expression was contemptuous. But you quickly learned to lie, didn't you?"
"If I did, it was because I had a damn good teacher. She crossed her arms, 
refusing to back down, even though common sense was screaming to just give up 
and forget about it. All those pretty words; all those promises made in the 
dark. All of them lies. But I guess you're right. I guess I did tell the biggest 
lie of all."
His anger lashed at her, as fierce as the gleam in his dark eyes. Yet that gleam 
wasn't bitterness now. It was simply desire. And it burned as savagely as it 
ever had, crashing through her like a storm, making her tremble deep inside.
God help her, she wanted him. Wanted him as fiercely as she had back when she 
was a stupid teenager doing nothing more than rebelling against the restrictions 
of her childhood. Obviously, some things never changed, no matter how much time 
and hurt had passed.
"And which of your many lies was the biggest one? he asked.
That he didn't even remember the words she'd said just before he'd torn 
everything apart hurt more than she ever thought it would. But then, how stupid 
was she to even think he would remember? She'd always been nothing more than a 
means to an end.
"It doesn't really matter now, does it? Had never mattered to him. She shrugged 
and turned away, suddenly tired of arguing. No matter how much she might have 
dreamed of letting all her frustration, all her anger, loose on him, now that 
the dream had become a reality, it didn't feel as cathartic as she'd thought it 
would.
All she was really doing was dragging up old hurts, old pain, and it simply 
wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth it.
But she'd only gone three steps when his hand caught hers and spun her around.
"Don't ever walk away from me when we're in the middle of something, he said 
harshly. Not again."
"I didn't walk last time; I ran. She pulled her hand from his, her fingers 
tingling from the contact and the warmth of his flesh still lingering against 
hers even though he no longer touched her. And I'll do whatever I want. You are 
not my boss."
Or lover. Or friend. Or anything else important, she thought, spinning on her 
heel and walking around the back of the truck.
"That's where you're so very wrong, he said. Want me to prove it?"
"I don't want anything from you. Her gaze met his over the back of the truck. 
Nothing but a quick result so you can get out of my town."
"There are forces in place that are preventing that, despite how much either of 
us might wish otherwise."
"I don't care for excuses. Just get it done and get out."
"Savannah, stop."
His voice was so soft she barely heard it. And yet his words seemed to hang in 
the air, surrounded by an energy that whisked across her skin and burned into 
her mind, becoming a compulsion she had no choice but to obey. And even though 
she fought the order with every ounce of strength she had, her feet stopped and 
her hand stilled on the doorhandle.
She knew what it was. Knew that he was using the promisewhich was a pledge of 
commitment made to the moon and enforced with magicthey'd made so long ago 
against her now. How that promise was viable after all the years between them 
she had no idea, and in truth, it didn't really matter. Fury burned through her, 
momentarily obliterating the desire. Bastard."
He gave her a lopsided smile that tugged at her memories and snagged old hurts. 
God, how she'd loved that little boy smile...
"I never forced you into that promise, Vannah."
"Savannah, she bit back. And you're forcing it now, aren't you?"
"Yes."
He walked around the truck, each step such effortless grace that he could have 
been walking on air. Which was what made him a good IIS officer, she reminded 
herself fiercely. He could sneak up on people all too easily, and just as easily 
misinterpret what he'd heard.
But he wasn't sneaking now. He was boldly going where few men had dared go 
before, and there wasn't anything she could do to stop it. Not right now, 
anyway.
But later, he would pay. Somehow, she'd make sure of it.
In the darkness his handsome features were shadowed, and his eyes were little 
more than obsidian stone, though the occasional spark of navy gleamed.
That spark was so hot. So hungry.
And it echoed through every inch of her, until her whole body felt stretched 
taut with desire. Part of her wanted to run, to somehow break the bonds of magic 
and just flee. But that other part, the wild part that had been contained for so 
long, wanted to stay and savor the delights this man could offer. Had offered in 
the past. She had no idea which part would have won, simply because the choice 
had been snatched from her. And that, more than anything, was what infuriated 
her. If she was going to leap into the abyss, she wanted it to be of her own 
free will.
His gaze swept down her body, lingering on her breasts far too long, making her 
nipples grow taut, making them ache. Then his gaze slipped further, following 
the curve of her waist, stopping again on her groin, as if he could actually see 
the heated desire pooling there. But he didn't really need to see it, because 
the scent of her arousal hung on the air, an aroma as sweet as the fierce musk 
of desire emanating from his skin.
His smile, when his gaze finally rose, was that of a predatory wolf who had his 
prey in his sights. A male who knew that the prey was ready to be brought down 
and consumed.
"Don't do this, she warned, even as part of her screamed for the warmth of his 
caress and the heat of his body on her skin and deep inside.
He stepped closer, until all she could feel was his warmth and all she could 
smell was the heady aroma of lust and man. Do what?"
He raised a hand, his fingers brushing her cheek. His touch was a fire that 
burned through skin and muscle and bone, until it seemed her very soul quivered 
in fear of it.
"Don't use force, she somehow said. Not again. Not in any form."
"I'm not forcing you to respond, Vannah. I never have."
"Savannah, she corrected. But it came out little more than a husky whisper as 
his face drew closer. Then his lips brushed hers, a kiss so sweet, so full of 
memories, that tears touched her eyes.
She squeezed them shut, battling to breathe, fighting the desire coursing 
through her limbs. Praying for the sanity to resist his seduction, when all she 
wanted to do was return the tenderness of his touch and take it further. So much 
further.
"Using the moon magic is force, because you leave me no choice."
"True. His breath brushed her lips as he spoke, sending a warm shiver of 
anticipation down her skin. But I can't let you go without seeing if our kiss 
is as good as I remember."
With that, he wrapped his arms around her, crushing her close as his lips found 
hers almost savagely. It was a kiss as wild as she remembered, as erotic as 
those she'd shared in her dreams. It was also a very unapologetic affirmation of 
what he wanted. What he intended to do.
With their bodies pressed so close, she couldn't help but be intensely aware of 
every part of him. From the rapid rise and fall of his chest pressing against 
her breasts and aching nipples to the heated hardness of his erection. Part of 
her longed to arch into that hardness, to press it firmly against that part of 
her that throbbed so fiercely, to rub it back and forth until heat and desire 
burned both of them so badly that lust and the moon's madness took over.
The saner part, the part that ached from past hurts rather than desire, was very 
glad that he hadn't rescinded the order to stop, simply because she couldn't 
follow lust's path and therefore make a fool of herself.
He broke their kiss and stepped back with a suddenness that surprised her. But 
for too many minutes, his gaze bored into hers, his breath a rasp that flowed 
over her skin like a fierce summer storm. And though she could have broken their 
eye contact, she didn't, simply because she needed him to see she was not that 
silly teenager any more. That this time she knew him for the bastard he was and 
would not be fooled by pretty words or the lies of tenderness in his kiss or his 
touch.
"So, was it? she said, forcing a note of indifference into her voice.
He frowned. Was it what?"
"As good as you remembered?"
His smile was almost grim. Yes. And you can move again."
Energy tingled across her skin, unlocking the force of his earlier command. Her 
fingers clenched against the doorhandle, and for an instant, she debated the 
pros and cons of punching him out. If it weren't for the fact that she loved her 
job and didn't want to risk losing it, she might have let it fly.
She flung open the door instead, and then she stopped, unable to let the moment 
pass without at least saying something. So she met his gaze squarely and said. 
If you ever, ever, use the moon's power on me like that again, I'll report you 
to your superiors and make damn sure you're never again allowed out on field 
investigations."
As threats went, it was far better than anything physical, simply because all he 
cared about was field work and catching his man. He'd proven that long ago.
He snorted softly. You think I'd be transferred to desk work because of one 
minor event like a kiss? Step into the real world, Vannah."
"I am. She climbed into the truck and glanced back at him. Oh, and by the way, 
my father is Levon Grant."
The smug, condescending amusement fled his face. Her father might be considered 
a bit of a joke in certain sectors here in Ripple Creek, but he had some pretty 
damn powerful friendsfriends that had spread his stupidly puritan views far and 
wide. Friends who were highly placed in many government departments, including, 
she believed, the IIS.
And while she might disagree with her father's views, she wasn't above using his 
contacts if Cade didn't heed the warning.
He didn't say anything, just spun on his heel and walked around to the passenger 
side of the truck. Once he'd climbed in, she started the engine, turned the 
truck around, and drove back to Ripple Creek.
The air in the truck was thick with tension and simmering angerhis and hersbut 
underneath it, desire still burned unchecked. It was a force that would not be 
ignored, nor would it let them free. They'd made a promise to the moon, and the 
moon demanded that such promises be fulfilled. And obviously, it didn't matter 
how many years had passeda promise made was not forgotten.
Which meant, she thought grimly, now that this man had stepped back into her 
lifeno matter for what reason or how brieflyshe was obligated to dance with 
him. Or face the consequences.
And moon madnessa condition of insanity that afflicted wolves who ignored the 
moon and promises made, and one that was generally responsible for most of the 
attacks on humanswas not something she cared to risk.
She grimaced. The truth was her reactionattractionto Cade was as strong as it 
ever had been, so dancing with him wasn't going to be a hardship.
But it would dredge up memories and emotions she'd much rather forget, and that 
would be a problem.
"What are we going to do? she said, as the stoplight ahead changed to red and 
she braked.
He glanced at her, something she felt rather than saw. As I said, we need to 
talk. Is there somewhere decent to eat?"
"Yeah. Several places, including her old man's diner. But there wasn't a 
snowflake's chance in hell she was taking him there. Not only because Ari would 
be all over him like a wolf in heat, but because Neva would be hitting her with 
all sorts of telepathic questions. Right now, she wasn't feeling up to 
confronting either woman. But in case you've forgotten, small towns have big 
ears, and what is being forced between us is not something I want the world to 
know."
"Ashamed of me? he asked dryly.
"No. Ashamed of the fact that the stupidity of my past is coming back to slam 
me. I may have to dance with you, Cade, but I don't have to like it. She met 
his gaze squarely. Or you."
His lips, whose touch she could still feel, twisted bitterly. I'm no happier 
about the turn of events than you, believe me."
"So why did you push the kiss?"
He stared at her for a moment longer, his expression giving little away. 
Because, he said eventually, as he looked away, I had no choice."
"Bullshit. The moon heat isn't that strong. Not yet, anyway.
He grimaced. Not everything I say is a lie."
She resisted the urge to bite back with another bitchy comment and swung the 
truck into the ranger's station parking lot. The building was darkKel and Ronan 
were long gone, and it was Bodee's week to handle any night calls. We can get 
takeout, she said, as she stopped the truck, and talk without fear of anyone 
overhearing."
"Or suspecting, he said, bitterness and anger entwined in his rich voice, that 
the head ranger and the head of the IIS investigating team have a little moon 
madness going."
She climbed out of the truck and locked the door. Precisely."
He followed her to the main doors, the heat of his body pressing into her spine 
even though several feet separated them. She unlocked the doors and switched on 
the lights. Then she walked across to the phone and dialed the nearby burger 
joint. What do you want?"
He shrugged, and walked over to the bulletin board, the tension riding his 
shoulders giving lie to the air of casualness he was attempting to project. A 
couple of burgers and some fries."
She ordered the same for herself and asked Joe to have one of his boys to bring 
them over. They'll be ten minutes, she said, after she'd hung up. The 
conference room is the second door down on the right. You want to head there 
while I make coffee and wait for the food?"
"Feel the need for breathing room?"
"Yes, she said bluntly. It's not every day I have the thrill of my worst 
nightmare stepping back into my life."
Amusement gleamed briefly in his eyes, and his mouth curved into a bittersweet 
smile that flicked longing through her veins. But he didn't say anything, just 
shoved his hands into his pockets and sauntered down the hall.
She blew out a breath and got down to the business of making decent coffee. By 
the time she'd finished, the delivery kid had arrived. She paid him, adding a 
good tip, and locked the door behind him. No sense taking a chance of someone 
walking inespecially since she had no idea what would happen between her and 
Cade over the next few hours.
She collected the steaming coffee mugs and carefully made her way into the 
conference room. Cade was studying the mug shots of everyone who worked at the 
station and the brief histories underneath.
"This is an unusual idea, he said, without turning around.
She didn't answer immediately, letting her gaze linger on the tight fit of his 
shirt across his shoulders and the way his muscles rippled under the soft 
material. Then she gave herself a mental kick and said, Yeah, but it's a good 
way of introducing everyone."
"So every time a new boy comes in, he or she hits the wall?"
"Yes. She placed his burgers, fries and coffee in front of the chair nearest 
him, and then she retreated to the safety of the far end of the table.
"There hasn't been much of a staff turnover since you took over."
"No. Because they all got on extremely well. And that's not what we're here to 
discuss."
"I guess not. He sat at the table, and tackled his burger and fries with a 
gusto that suggested he hadn't eaten in a while.
Even though she was no less hungry, she ate at a slower pace. With the way 
tension was riding her body, she'd probably have indigestion if she gulped down 
food.
When he'd finished his burger and fries, he picked up his coffee and leaned back 
in his chair. Surprise flickered through his eyes at the taste of the aromatic 
liquid. Decent coffee."
"A rare thing in this ranger station if you piss off our admin assistant, she 
replied, tossing the last of her fries in the trash can. So, are you going step 
away from this investigation or not?"
His smile was wolfish. You'd love me to, wouldn't you?"
"Yes. She returned his look steadily. And isn't there some sort of protocol 
that prohibits an IIS officer from being intimately involved with a 
reservation's rangers during the course of an investigation?"
"It's one of those unwritten rulesand before you ask, I have inquired as to 
whether there is someone else to take over if problems arise."
Unwillingly, she remembered the thick hardness of him pressed against her groin. 
Problems had arisen, all right, but not quite in the manner he'd undoubtedly 
intimated. And their answer?"
"They'll get back to me in the morning."
Hopefully, that answer would be that there was someone else. Someone who didn't 
make her body sing with desire. What's the other problem you mentioned?"
He pushed away from the table and rose. Hart, the third member of my team, 
called me this afternoon with the results of his own autopsy on the first 
victim. He found something the medical examiner didn't."
She raised her eyebrows. What?"
"A sliver of paper inserted into the index finger of the victim's left hand."
"The finger that was offering the world a one finger salute?"
He nodded and began to pace back and forth. His steps bought him close to her 
end of the table, washing the scent of tangerine and desire across her senses as 
he turned and retreated. Something inside her trembled, and warmth fled south. 
In such a confined space, his energy and lusty masculine aroma were almost 
overwhelming. Temptation wasn't just rising, it was galloping towards her. 
Because of the moon. Because of her own treacherous hormones.
"Hart actually thought it might have been a sliver of wood when he first pulled 
it out. His gaze caught hers briefly. Miniature crosses had been inserted into 
the same finger of the original victims."
"I didn't know that."
"No, I suppose you wouldn't."
She let the maliciousness in his voice slide by. What did the note say?"
"Vengeance tastes sweeter when the cooking is slow."
She raised her eyebrows. So our nutter is poetic?"
"Apparently so."
"Jontee wasn't. Crazier than a dog in heat, maybe, but not poetic.
His gaze speared her again. She sipped her coffee, trying to retain an air of 
indifference while the two halves of her soul raged a war as to whether it was 
better to run or seduce.
"Jontee McGuire is dead."
"You're sure of that?"
"Yes. I watched them bury him."
"Then tell me how this murderer is copying those murders so precisely?"
He stopped at her end of the table, placing his hands on the wooden surface as 
he leaned towards her. His scent swamped her, washing across her skin like a 
fire that was about to rage out of control. She wouldn't last another five 
minutes in his presence, let alone a couple of hours. Passion had always been a 
madness that flared to life between them as quickly as a summer storm, and in 
many ways, it was just as dangerous. Nothing this fierce, this powerful, could 
be without consequences, and she really had no intention of letting him stick 
around until those consequences were revealed.
Until he did leave, she had no choice but to face up to the results of her 
actions so long ago. But there was one thing she was sure ofany dance they 
shared would be on her terms. Not his, and not the moon's.
"I thought it wasn't for you to judge with the IIS here."
She resisted the temptation to bare her teeth. I wasn't judging. I was 
commenting."
"And yet you said before that you knew nothing."
"But I never said I hadn't seen anything. She gave a bitter laugh. But you 
never asked that question, did you? You just charged right in and took what you 
thought you needed."
"I was trying to stop a murderer."
And in the process had destroyed something so very fragile, so very rare. Or so 
she'd thought at the time. Truth was, she was the only one who'd thought what 
was happening between them was worth anything.
"Then I guess you got what you wanted, didn't you?"
He stared at her for too many minutes, his navy gaze so intent, so full of heat 
and anger, that she felt like a mischievous school kid under the glare of a 
stern principal. And that only raised the bar of her own fury. Damn it, she'd 
done nothing wrong ten years ago. If he could accuse her of anything then it was 
naivety.
She pushed away from the table and stood. He straightened with her, and though 
the table was still between them, he was far too close. But retreat was the one 
thing she wouldn't do. This was her turf, her home, and she would not give him 
the upper hand this time. I understand why the moon heat will cause problems 
for us working together, but why do you think the murderer leaving notes will?"
"Because they're not general notes. They're personal ones, aimed at the two 
people who were at Rosehall."
She raised an eyebrow. There were lots of us who lived in Rosehall. It was a 
commune, for God's sake."
"But not everyone there believed in the free sex ideals. Some of them had a 
taste for blood."
"Only one, she corrected. And stop using that condescending tone. If I 
remember correctly, you were more than ready to enjoy those free sex ideals."
"I still am, he said, reaching for her.
She stepped back and punched his hand away. So you're saying that this murderer 
could be going after people who were in Rosehall? She frowned. I'm pretty sure 
the first victim, at least, was never there."
He flexed his fingers, as if her punch had hurt him, which she hadn't intended 
to do.
"What if these murders are merely a means of drawing together the two people 
responsible for bringing down the ideals of that place?"
"I never"
"By association, yeah, you did. You claimed me, remember? And stayed with me."
"Which just goes to show how young and stupid I truly was. She finished her 
coffee and put the mug back on the table. So we should be extra cautious until 
we understand the motive?"
He nodded. Do you live alone?"
"Yes, and you are not spending the entire night with me. That would suggest an 
intimacy that went beyond just sex, and she wasn't willing to step that far. Not 
with him.
He gave her that bittersweet smile again, and it made her ache deep inside. 
Once you would have begged me to stay."
"Once was a long time ago, when I was young and stupid. She hesitated, but she 
knew she had to lay down some ground rules before things progressed much 
further. I may not have a choice in this, but I do have conditions."
"Conditions? He made a contemptuous sound. How can you put restrictions on 
something neither of us has control over?"
"Because I'd rather go mad than ever put myself at your mercy again."
"It wasn't that bad, Vannah."
"Savannah, she amended angrily. And yes, it was."
He stared at her for a moment. Then he spun on his heel and returned to his 
pacing. So hit me with the conditions."
"No one knows about us. When we mate, we do so late at night and where no one 
can chance upon us."
His nod was short and sharp. And as angry as his steps.
"Second, do not touch me in any way, sexual or not, during the day."
He gave her a savage glance. You do what you must for the moon, but nothing 
more?"
"Exactly."
His lips twisted bitterly. And the third?"
"If there is another officer available tomorrow, or the next day, or the day 
after that, you walk away and let him take over."
He came to a halt at her end of the table, pressing his palms against the wood 
and leaning forward again. I'll agree to those conditions if you agree to two 
of mine."
She raised her chin. What?"
"First, we dance tonight."
She'd known that was coming. The lust that burned between them made it as 
inevitable as night following day. But as much as she wanted him, she also 
didn't want him. Didn't want to lie in his arms, because it was nothing more 
than a lie and the heat of the moon.
"What else?"
His sudden grin was all territorial, all wild wolf. You lie with no other for 
as long as I'm here, or I'll report you and Ronan to your prudish little 
council. Then I'll stand back and watch the fireworks."


Chapter Three 
Though Cade had expected an immediate and fiery response to his admittedly 
outrageous demand, she didn't say anything. She just stared at him with those 
coldly luminous green eyes of hers, making him feel like pond scum that wasn't 
even worth scraping off her shoe.
Which is what he figured her opinion was of him right now.
It shouldn't have mattered. He wanted her, she wanted him, and the promise 
they'd so stupidly made ensured the outcome would be gratifying for them both. 
What she thought about him, or what he thought about her, didn't enter into the 
equation.
Yet for some reason, her opinion of him did matter.
Maybe tiredness had addled his brain. Or perhaps the sun and the heat reflecting 
off the snow this afternoon had burned away a brain cell or two. Why else would 
he care about the opinion of a lying, cheating snippet of a wolf who had almost 
succeeded in getting him killed and letting a murderer go free?
"How did you know about Ronan and me?"
Her words, low and somehow sexy, had lust surging through his veins. He fought 
the urge to reach for her, take her, and merely said, I'm trained to read body 
language, remember?"
And right now, hers was practically screaming with the desire to hit him.
She nodded and crossed her arms. Then I agree to your terms."
Exaltation ran through him. She was his. Again. Where do you plan for us to ... 
meet?"
She considered him for a moment, and then she said, I recently bought an old 
lodge as a long-term renovation project. It's called White Peaks, and it's out 
on Meadows Roadwhich is at the western edge of the reservation. My nearest 
neighbors don't arrive until ski season opens, so we should remain 
undiscovered."
His mouth twisted. So I'm not being invited into your home?"
Contempt flashed across her features. Never."
That was a shame. While he might never trust her again, he certainly wouldn't 
have minded uncovering more about the woman who'd once had him so hooked he 
couldn't even think straight. He glanced at his watch. Shall we say midnight?"
She hesitated, a hint of panic running briefly through her eyes before 
determination reappeared. She nodded once. Is there anything else we need to 
discuss?"
"Other than the need to be extremely cautious, not at the moment."
"When will the second autopsy be in?"
"Sometime tomorrow."
She nodded. So you want to go back to the hotel now?"
"Yes. Thank you."
She gave him a look that could have frozen boiling water and led the way out the 
door. The short journey to the hotel was so tense the air practically crackled.
She stopped in front of his assigned quarters in what looked like the less than 
luxurious end of town. He glanced at her, but she wasn't looking at him, just 
staring straight ahead with deliberate determination. Yet the tension riding her 
shoulders suggested she was aware of his every move.
Just as he was endlessly aware of hers.
He opened the door. The night air swept in, bitingly cold. Yet it did little to 
cool the warmth flooding his skin or the ardor burning through his body.
"One thing, she said, before he could move.
"What?"
"You had a watcher in the forest. She glanced at him, her cool green eyes 
seeming to glimmer in the truck's shadowed darkness. That's why I went inI 
thought I heard something. Unfortunately, they heard me and fled before I could 
grab them."
Anger surged. Why didn't you mention this earlier?"
"What was the point? It was pitch black, and there were no tracks to be found."
"Says you, he retorted. You'll take me there tomorrow, clear?"
"Fine, she said, pulling her gaze from his. But not before he'd seen the stain 
of anger in her cheeks.
He climbed out and had barely slammed the door closed when she took off. The 
truck's tires spun on the driveway, spearing the small stones littering the 
ground over him like mini missiles.
And he'd swear he heard the deliciously warm sound of her laughter as she sped 
off.
"Bitch, he muttered. Yet he couldn't help smiling. She'd always been spirited, 
and wasn't that what had first attracted him to her? That, and her glorious 
golden hair.
He spun on his heel and headed for the room Trista and Anton were sharing. Both 
were sitting on the carpeted floor, but Anton was staring at the laptop while 
Trista was looking through the old case files Cade had brought along.
"You're right, she said, her pale caramel eyes warmed by the fire burning in 
the hearth. There's very little difference between the past murders and these."
He nodded and reached for the autopsy report Hart had faxed over. They're 
identical."
"Except for the note carved into the recent victim's back and the lap marks."
"Yeah. Last time a cup was used to soak up the blood."
"Unusual for a wolf to like the taste of human blood, Anton mused, without 
looking up from the screen.
"Jontee McGuire wasn't full wolf, but half. At least one of his mates was a 
half-breed as well. He quickly scanned the autopsy report, but other than the 
note found in the left index finger, Hart had found nothing new.
Trista frowned and pushed her fingers through her short brown hair. Wolves 
don't often mate with humans."
"In this case, it wasn't willing. Their mothers were drugged and raped by human 
males on a dare."
She grimaced. There was a rash of such attacks about thirty years ago. 
Psychologists reckoned it was some sort of stupid coming of age test. You know, 
take the werewolf and prove you're a man. She snorted. Like drugging a victim 
is the act of a real man. I tell you, there's something to be said for keeping 
humans out of reservations."
"Many of the smaller reservations survive on tourist income, Anton commented, 
brown eyes flat with annoyance as he looked up. Without it, they'd be in real 
trouble."
"I know, but Trista began.
"Let's not get into that argument again, Cade said, knowing from past 
experience the two of them could debate the subject for hours. And the fact that 
Trista came from one of the biggest reservationsand one of the two threatened 
by the encroaching human populationwhile Anton came from a small, barely 
surviving reservation only inflamed the situation. Cade threw the report back 
onto the table and paced the small room. What are your thoughts on the lap 
marks?"
"Either our copycat wasn't aware of the procedure in the first murders, Anton 
said, leaning back and crossing bare brown arms behind his head. Or he likes 
the taste of warm blood from the body."
"Why are you both so convinced it's a copycat? Trista asked. So okay, Jontee 
is dead, but didn't he have twelve mistresses?"
"'True believers, he preferred to call them, Cade said. There were four wives 
and eight mistresses, all of whom he shared with the enlightened. And one of 
those mistresses had been Vannahwhich is the other reason Cade had targeted 
her. That and the fact that he'd wanted her from the moment his boss had dropped 
twelve photographs on the desk and told him to pick one.
"Couldn't it be one of them, then? Trista asked
"Two wives and six mistresses took lie detector tests, as well as being read by 
psychics either before or after we'd caught Jontee. None of them knew anything 
about the murders."
"What about the other four? Anton picked up a folder and flicked over several 
pages. Nelle James, Fee Mays, Vannah Harvey and Joanna Noles. Did you manage to 
track them down?"
Cade stopped near the window, studying the still darkness. No. We had Jontee, 
and since the murders had stopped, we called off the search. But a warrant 
remained in place for three of them."
Outside, the sliver moon was rising, riding low in the clear night sky. The heat 
of it seared through him, and his body ached with desire. He wanted 
Vannahwanted to hold her, caress her, and lose himself deep in the hot, wet 
warmth of her body. Wanted it now, not in a few hours. He scrubbed a hand across 
his rough jaw. He couldn't stay in this room. He had to get out, had to walk, 
before the fever became too obvious.
"Three? Trista said. What happened to the fourth mistress?"
"Vannah Harvey was my entry source into the commune, he answered. She knew 
nothing."
Which wasn't exactly true. She'd known enough to give him Jontee. Known enough 
to almost get Cade killed.
"You want me to do a check on the other three? See if I can find anything new on 
them? Anton asked.
"Already done it. There's no record of any of them after they disappeared that 
night."
Which wasn't really that much of a surprise. Half the people living in the 
commune weren't using their real names. Vannah, for instance.
And that was the reason he'd never been able to find her on the odd occasion 
curiosity had gotten the better of common sense.
"Was everyone at the commune wolves or half breeds? Trista asked.
"Yes, he said, spinning away from the moon and the night to resume his pacing.
Trista arched a brow. Interesting."
He glanced at her. Why?"
"Because if Jontee was killing in revenge for his mother's rape, why was he 
killing full blooded wolves and drinking their blood?"
"He never drank their blood."
"Then why did he collect it?"
"You've read the reports."
She grimaced. As an offering of peace and restoration to the Goddess herself. 
Did you ever believe that?"
"Not in the least."
She studied him for a moment, her pale eyes too knowing. So what's our next 
move?"
"Tomorrow you can grab one of the rangers and start visiting all the hotels, 
motels, et cetera, to collect the names of anyone who has checked in during the 
last two weeks."
"Why new? Anton asked. There's nothing to indicate this isn't being done by a 
local."
No, but if a local had been at the commune, surely Vannah would have mentioned 
it. After all, that person would be the obvious starting point for questions.
"It's easier to eliminate visitors first. He glanced back at Trista. Ronan 
would probably be a good choice as a guide. He seems to be a bit more personable 
than the kid."
And knowing Trista's more-than-predatory ways, the handsome Ronan would soon be 
less of a problem for him. Or rather, his access to Vannah.
While bedding reservation rangers might go against the unwritten code of 
conduct, he'd turned a blind eye to it in the past and he'd certainly do so now. 
Especially if it got him what he wantedtime alone with the one person he'd 
never entirely been able to shake from his thoughts, no matter how hard he'd 
tried.
Trista nodded. Since it's almost cross-country ski season, we could end up with 
quite a few names to crosscheck."
"Then draft in the kid as well. He looked at Anton. You can run the 
fingerprints we found at the murder site through the system. I'll run back to 
the site with our head ranger. Apparently we had a watcher this evening. She 
gave chase, but lost him."
"Then we could be right in thinking that this is all a setup to get you here?"
"Probably. Vannah was here, after all, and now so was he.
"If that's the case, it might be better if you step down"
He cut Trista off with a curt, I'm not going anywhere."
"That's not"
"I know. But if the bastard behind these murders is after me, then they're 
welcome to give it a try."
"The IIS doesn't approve of its agents acting as bait, Anton said dryly. It's 
considered a waste of good training money when they get killed."
Cade grinned. I have no intention of getting killed. Especially when the offer 
of amazing sex was in the air. I'm off to scout the town and see if I can hear 
any gossip in the bars. Call if Hart sends the second autopsy report in."
Anton reached across to his briefcase, grasping something that he tossed across 
to Cade. Emergency tracer, Anton said, as Cade caught it. If you get into 
trouble, press it and we'll come running."
Cade turned the button-sized bit of technology over in his palm and realized it 
had a small loop at one end so that it could be threaded through a chain. He 
could wear it without being obvious. What's the range?"
"Ten miles."
"Even in the mountains?"
"Even in."
"Amazing."
"It could be lifesaving, Anton said, voice still dry. So make sure you have it 
with you at all times. Even in the shower."
"It's waterproof?"
"And shock proof."
"Good. He undid the gold chain from his neck and threaded the tracer on to it. 
Call me if anything happens."
Anton nodded.
Cade spun around and headed out into the moonlit night.
* * * *
Savannah pushed open the caf door. Warmth rushed out at her, followed quickly 
by the familiar scents of homemade bread and the richness of fried onion. Her 
dad might have some crazy ideas about what was, and wasn't, proper behavior for 
young wolves, but he sure could cook a mean burgerand the best darned bread 
she'd tasted anywhere.
The place was packed, as usual. Ari, the head waitress, flitted between her 
tables, her spiky golden hair glowing in the warm ambience of the caf's 
interior. More than one customer followed her movements with expressions of 
longing, and Savannah smiled. Though Levon kept warning Ari about flirting with 
the customers, there was no doubt that they enjoyed itor that it was good for 
business.
Her gaze scanned the rest of the room, coming to rest on the well-rounded figure 
at the far end of the room. Neva stood upright at that moment, a smile touching 
her lips as her gaze met Savannah's.
Hey, welcome to the madhouse, Sis. 
Thanks. Aren't you supposed to be resting?
I was, but Jacci called in sick, and the place was booked out.
Does Duncan know? 
Neva's amusement bubbled through Savannah's mind. He's helping the old man cook 
burgers.
Wonders will never cease. Certainly she'd never expected that Levon would reach 
even grudging acceptance of her sister's soul mate after only a year. You got a 
spare table or do I retreat to the kitchen?
Dad will rope you in to help if you do, and it doesn't feel like you're up to 
that. Come down here. 
Savannah wound her way through the tables, smiling so many hellos her cheeks 
began to ache. Half the town seemed to be in the caf tonight. While some small 
part of her wanted to retreat, mostly she wanted to wrap herself in familiar 
surroundings and the warmth of family in an effort to ward off the chill of what 
she would be doing in a few hours. Or rather, who she was going to be doing it 
with.
Neva was resetting a small table at the far end of the counter. Savannah kissed 
her sister's cheek, then bent and did the same to her bulging belly.
"How are the brats treating you? She placed her hands gently on either side of 
Neva's tummy and smiled when she felt the responding kicks.
Neva grinned. I've decided they are going to be athletes, because they don't 
ever seem to stop moving."
"It's their father's fault. The Sinclair pack is known for being extremely 
active."
Her twin's green eyes sparkled. You don't have to tell me. How do you think I 
got pregnant in the first place?"
"Well, if you hadn't been at it like rabbits, you might not have gotten pregnant 
so quickly."
"True. Neva's smile certainly didn't suggest she regretted itquite the 
opposite, in fact. You want the usual?"
"Just coffee and some banana-nut bread tonight. Thanks, Sis."
Neva nodded and waddled toward the kitchen. Savannah reached for the newspaper 
sitting on the counter and got down to the business of catching up on the local 
news. Ten minutes later, Neva was back with her order, complete with an extra 
cup for herself.
"So, she said, sitting, stretching out her legs and wriggling her feet with a 
sigh of relief. What's up?"
Savannah smiled. She should have known she couldn't come in here seeking a 
moment of serenity without her twin sensing something was wrong. She picked up a 
slice of the rich smelling bread and munched on it as she figured out how best 
to phrase her question.
"Did you ever regret making that first promise to the moon?"
Neva frowned. How could I, when I did it to save you?"
"But if you had to do it all again, would you?"
"Yes, because at the time it was my only option. Neva paused, speculation 
growing in her eyes. This is about a promise you made, isn't it? The old 
history you once mentioned but wouldn't explain?"
She nodded. Let's just say it's come back to bite me in the rump."
Neva's concern flicked through Savannah's mind. And you'd rather avoid being 
bitten again?"
She sighed. I'm not sure what I want, and that's half the problem. God, they 
hadn't even made love, and yet her thoughts were all but consumed by him. She 
couldn't afford that, not a second time. And certainly not with a murderer 
running around town.
Neva reached across the table, and wrapped her hand around Savannah's. Do you 
like him?"
"Once I did."
"Are you still attracted to him?"
A smile touched her lips as she remembered the heat of his kiss, the way she'd 
ached to arch into him. Yes."
"And are you going to dance with him?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I have no choice."
"Why not?"
Promises made. 
Ah. Neva lightly squeezed Savannah's hand. You want me to touch his thoughts and 
blast away any memory of the promise?
No, because this promise is an unfilled moon promise.
Well, shit.
Exactly. 
Neva leaned back in her chair and rubbed her belly with her free hand. I'm here 
if you need me, Sav. Anytime, night or day. Just reach for me.
She knew that, but hearing it said was comforting all the same, which in some 
ways was almost amusing. Most people considered her the stronger of the two of 
them, but that had never really been the case. Neva had shown more gumption and 
courage last year than Savannah had ever shown in her entire life. Walking into 
the Sinclair mansion during the moon dance, tying herself to the wildest of the 
Sinclair brothers, and finally, inevitably, rejecting their father's 
demandsthat took nerve and strength. Hell, when Savannah had rebelled, all 
she'd done was leave town. And while she may have joined a left-of-center 
commune and done things that would have given her old man a heart attack, in the 
scheme of things they didn't really count, because no one here knew about them. 
And while she'd played the hard woman, forcing the final confrontation between 
her sister and her parents so that Neva could claim the man she loved without 
fear of a parental backlash, she had no such courage when it came to her own 
life. Not when it came to Cade and the history between them.
There's no shame in being scared of confronting your past, Sav. 
I'm a ranger, she said, mind voice dry. We're supposed to be able to control 
fear.
But you're also a woman, and you seem to have forgotten that. Neva frowned. Why 
not just enjoy the sex and to hell with the man? If worse comes to worst, 
pretend he's Ronan or something.
Savannah almost choked on her bread, and Neva grinned mischievously. How did you 
ever think you'd keep a secret like that away from me?
No one else knows, do they?
Hell, no. In this town, gossip like that would be all over the place in an 
instant. 
That was all too true. There was nothing this town liked more than a meaty bit 
of news, which made the fact they'd kept a lid on the murders all the more 
amazing. Even Matt had kept his mouth shuta miracle in itself.
Neva glanced back at the crowded caf and sighed. I guess I'd better start 
helping again. She hesitated. You're seeing him tonight, I gather?"
Savannah nodded.
"Then come for breakfast tomorrow morning, and we'll have a bitchfest about the 
man. That's always good for releasing residual tension."
Savannah grinned. I'm sure Duncan's going to love that."
Neva airily waved a hand. What he wants is irrelevant in this instance. She 
hesitated, her expression suddenly serious. Remember that when you're dealing 
with this man. It's what you want that's important. Not the past, and not him. 
You. And remember, too, that while you may be forced into the dance, in this 
case you can probably control the way events unroll."
"Oh, I've already laid down the rules."
Neva grinned and squeezed Savanna's hand again. That's my girl. She quickly 
finished the rest of her coffee and pushed to her feet with a groan. No one 
told me pregnancy was a back breaker."
As she waddled away, Savannah sipped her coffee and considered her sister's 
advice. As usual, Neva was right. To get through this, she not only had to keep 
to the ground rules she'd already set, but she also had to keep it just about 
the sex.
Not emotion, not memories, just sex. Hard, fast, long or slow, it didn't matter, 
as long as it remained detached. All about body and lust and satisfaction, not 
about feelings or emotions.
He'd done it the first time, and he'd done it so well that she'd thought it had 
been real. Until the last night. Until he'd shown his true colors with that one, 
unforgivable act.
Now it was her turn to play the cad. To treat him as nothing more than a means 
to an endor, in this case, a surefire cure from the moon fever.
A bell chimed as the caf door opened, and she looked up to see Ronan walk in. 
Though he didn't often dine here, she wasn't entirely surprised that he'd come 
here tonight. She'd been avoiding him most of the day, but it was inevitable he 
would catch up with her. Inevitable that he would demand answers.
Because, thanks to the dreams he'd witnessed so often, he knew a little about 
Rosehall. He would have recognized the intent behind the words carved into the 
victim's backwould know those words had been aimed at her.
She picked up her coffee, meeting his gaze squarely and watching him move 
through the tables. Ari caught him halfway, flirting more outrageously than she 
usually did. Ari had had the hots for Ronan for as long as Savannah could 
remember, but as far as she knew, he'd never returned the interest.
He dragged out a chair and sat down opposite her. So, he said simply. 
Explain."
She didbriefly.
"And Cade? he asked.
"Became sexually involved with me to get close to Jontee, and stop him."
"So you were one of this Jontee's lovers?"
"I was Sunday and Wednesday. She grimaced. Though she hated the fact that she'd 
been involved with a killer, she couldn't actually regret the rest of her 
Rosehall experiences. If nothing else, it had been a wild and amazing ride. 
Cade was under the impression that as one of Jontee's lovers, I had to know 
something about the murders. I didn't. Something she'd told him over and over, 
but he'd never believed her. Never trusted her.
"And the murders here?"
"Suggest that someone from that time didn't take too kindly to his part in 
bringing Rosehall to an end."
"And perhaps your part in it?"
"Perhaps."
He studied her for a minute, his expression caring and his gray eyes concerned. 
And this Cade? What does his presence here mean?"
She knew he meant on a personal level rather than a professional one. She sucked 
in a breath and blew it out slowly. We made a promise to the moon at Rosehall. 
That promise still holds. Her gaze caught his over the rim of her cup. For the 
next five nights."
He gave her a sweet half-smile. I figured something was going on between you 
two. He reached across the table and lightly pressed his fingertips against her 
hand. A brief but tender touch, and all they dared here in public. He hurt you 
once. Don't let him do it again."
She smiled, wishing she could just lean across the table and kiss him. Wished 
she was free to love him as he deserved to be loved.
He leaned back in the chair, creating space between them once again for the sake 
of those who were undoubtedly watching.
"If this madman is planning to come after you, you may need protection."
"What I need is to catch this person before they can kill again."
He nodded. Still, I think I'll start looking at security precautions for your 
apartment, just in case."
"Fine. He'd do it anyway, even if she said don't bother.
He rose. You know my number if you need me."
She smiled and nodded, watching him walk out the door. Why couldn't fate allow 
her to fall for someone like Ronan? Someone who had more caring and tenderness 
in his little finger than Cade had in his entire body? It wasn't fair. But then, 
who said life had to be fair?
She glanced at her watch and grimaced. Time to go to her lodge and get ready to 
meet the man she couldn't quite hate.
* * * *
There were two bars in Ripple Creek, and Cade was surprised to discover that the 
murders were discussed in neither. Somehow, the rangers had kept a lid on the 
news, even though towns like this usually thrived on gossip.
He finished his beer, taking his time as his gaze scanned the semi-crowded room 
and his foot tapped to the thumping beat of music. Everyone here in the Blue 
Moon seemed to be out for nothing more than a good time, either chatting in 
large groups or squeezing onto the already crowded dance floor. Besides himself, 
there didn't appear to be any loners, or even anyone his cop senses would have 
labeled suspicious. But then, in all his years as an IIS officer, he'd never had 
a suspect who actually looked suspicious. They'd always been average Joe or 
family man types. Someone who didn't beg more than a cursory look.
Whether the same pattern would be followed here in Ripple Creek was anyone's 
guess, but events so far suggested they would. And he honestly couldn't be sorry 
about that. As much as he wanted this case solved before anyone else got killed, 
he was willing to spend more time in Vannah's arms. If they'd been well matched 
anywhere, it had been in the sackand he had five nights of the moon promise 
owed to him.
He placed his empty glass on the table and rose, nodding a good night to the 
cheerful female bartender as he strolled outside.
Under the cold light of the barely-there moon, the heat in his veins seemed to 
sharpen until his whole body ached with the fierceness of desire. He glanced at 
his watch and cursed softly when he saw it was only eleven. He was tempted, very 
tempted, to call her and demand that she come meet him now, because he needed 
her so very badly. He could do it. The moon gave the male that power.
But he'd made her a promise not to use the moon magic, and until it suited him 
to do otherwise, he intended to keep that promise.
He turned right, heading for Meadows Road, even though he still had an hour to 
kill. If she was feeling the moon anywhere near as strongly as he, she'd be 
there already, waiting. And arriving early would give him more time to enjoy her 
luscious body.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and strolled down Main Street. Ripple 
Creek, unlike many of the other reservations, hadn't embraced the human ideal of 
progress and had kept much of its quaint architecture. And, if what he'd heard 
about the council was true, they'd also kept many of the old-style ideals when 
it came to sex. Which was odd, considering a Sinclair pack lived on the 
reservationand Sinclairs everywhere had a wild and hedonistic reputation that 
was thoroughly deserved.
And it probably explained Levon Grant's popularity. Over the years, Cade had 
come to realize that licentious behavior often existed hand in hand with 
old-fashioned conservatism.
It was hard to imagine Vannah being Grant's daughter, though. Especially since 
she'd been one of Jontee McGuire's mistresses, and her main duty at the commune 
had been to welcome newcomers and introduce them to the sexual ways of Rosehall. 
There'd been over one hundred people at that commune, and even though she'd 
apparently arrived there several months later than Jontee himself, that was 
still a lot of welcomes. Still a lot of men.
He supposed that by Sinclair standards, it was pretty damn tame. Still, he'd put 
a stop to it pretty quickly once they were an item. But he'd never been able to 
stop her from going to Jontee. Sharing her had eaten at him, even if that was 
the only reason he'd been thereto share her, to read and know her thoughts, and 
through her, Jontee's.
But there was no sharing this time. She was his, only his, and would remain so 
for as long as he was here in Ripple Creek. He turned onto Meadow Creek Road and 
made his way up the steep incline as the buildings and houses gave way to 
parkland. He walked past a music auditorium that looked more like a series of 
conjoined tents, and then he passed several large concrete structures that 
claimed to be the Ripple Creek School of Music. Trees began to crowd closer as 
the road narrowed, and without street lighting, the shadows became thick. With 
his breath condensing on the still night air, and the soft gurgle of water 
coming from his left, it was easy to imagine he was in an untouched wilderness 
rather than the outskirts of a thriving town. He passed several small roadside 
mailboxes that gave lie to the feeling, and finally came to one that said White 
Peaks.
He stopped, looking up the steep driveway. No lights beckoned ahead, and there 
was no hint of exotic fruit or flowers warming the night air. She hadn't passed 
this way. Not yet. Annoyance, perhaps tinged with a little disappointment, swept 
through him. Still, there was no point in going back to town. She'd be here soon 
enough.
He walked up the sharp incline. By the time he'd reached the top, his legs 
ached. He stopped, sucking in air as he scanned the rundown building. He'd been 
expecting a small house, but this was, in fact, an old ski lodge, probably 
capable of holding thirty or so couples. It was shaped like a flat-bottomed V, 
with the flat section the main office area, and the sides the accommodations. 
There was nothing pretty about it, though. Half the windows were smashed, the 
roof in the right wing had partially collapsed, and one side of the steps 
leading up to the main doors had all but pulled away.
He caught soft flickers of orange reflecting through the cracked front windows, 
and anticipation surged. Because those flickers were flames. From a fireplace.
She was here.
He strode toward the main door, avoiding the steps and leaping directly onto the 
covered patio. His footsteps echoed across the stillness, and as he opened the 
door, a bell chimed softly.
The front room was small, holding a reception desk on the right side and a 
curved staircase that led up to the first floor landing on the other. Straight 
ahead, through an open set of doors, was a huge communal room filled with 
sheet-covered sofas and chairs. At the end of the room was the fire he'd seen. 
The fireplace was huge, dominating half the back wall.
The scent of dust and age teased his nostrils, but underneath it was the erotic 
aroma of woman. His woman.
She wasn't in the immediate area, though. Her scent would have been far stronger 
if she were.
"Vannah? His voice seemed to hang in the quiet, a note of fierce longing and 
desire.
"If you want me, wolf, you have to find me. Her voice had a tinny quality, yet 
it still contained a low note that sent his pulse racing. He looked over his 
shoulder and saw the small two-way radio sitting on the window frame.
He picked the unit up and pressed the button. And what do I get when I do?"
"As long as you're naked, whatever you want."
The heat in his body just about exploded. He wanted her now, not in ten minutes. 
Not in two minutes. Now.
"Why the games, Vannah?"
"Why not? Don't expect it easy, Cade, just because I once was."
There wasn't much he could say to that, simply because it was the truth. When I 
find you, I intend to take you. A floorboard squeaked, and he glanced at the 
first floor landing. She was moving. Be ready for me."
"The moon makes me ready. Her voice was little more than a low, taunting 
murmur. And if you don't hurry, I'll tend to my own needs. She paused, then 
added, Or find someone else to ease the ache."
"You promised"
"And we both know how much esteem you place on promises, so you might want to 
hurry."
Anger swept through him, anger that was basic, the anger of a wolf whose turf is 
being threatened. You are mine, Vannah. And I'm coming to claim what I own."
"You don't own me. You never have."
Never will. The unsaid words seemed to form in the shadows, as powerful as the 
attraction that had always existed between them. But she was wrong. He did own 
herat least for the next five nights. He kicked off his boots and socks, and 
then he padded barefoot up the stairs. At the top, he stopped, tasting the air, 
searching for the rich headiness of her scent. He'd expected her to be on the 
left, simply because that way was safer. As ever, she did the unexpected. Her 
scent was coming from the right.
He followed the darkened hallway, passing closed doorways without bothering to 
stop and check them. She wasn't there. He'd feel her, smell her, if she was. The 
air got colder, the smell of dust and age gradually replaced by the crispness of 
the night. Ragged glimpses of sky appeared above him, and he slowed, knowing he 
was coming to the collapsed section. In the middle of the hall, highlighted by 
starlight, was a pale mauve bra.
Lust surged through him, an ache so fierce he thought he was going to lose it 
then and there. God, anyone would think he'd been celibate for the last ten 
years.
In some ways, he supposed he had. Certainly, since Vannah sex had never achieved 
the same intensity.
He bent, grasping the bra and raising it to his nose. The silky material was 
still warm from the heat of her body, so rich with the luscious scent of her. He 
breathed in deeply, filling his lungs with her fragrance. It affected him in 
ways he couldn't even begin to describe, and it wasn't just her scent. It was 
her.
He shoved the wisp of material in his pocket and pushed open the nearby door. It 
was a stairwell, leading down. He followed it and opened the door at the bottom.
"You're not naked, wolf, she said through the two-way. I'm guessing you're not 
as eager as you claim."
"You can see me."
"Obviously."
"Then watch and judge for yourself the state of my desire."
He pulled off his tie and dumped it on the stained carpet. His shirt and pants 
quickly followed, then finally, his shorts. His erection slapped his belly, 
pulsing with heat and desire.
He glanced at the ceiling, but he couldn't see any mirrors or cameras. She had 
to be somewhere close.
Pressing the two-way, he said, So what do you think?"
"I think, she said, her voice a low purr touched with amusement, you'd better 
hurry. That thing looks ready to explode."
Didn't he know it. He glanced right, watching the warm shadows cast by the fire 
dance across the darkness. That was the logical destination, because of the 
warmth, because of the sofas and chairs.
He went left. Air stirred past his nostrils, tickling his senses with lush 
femininity. He grinned in anticipation. She was close. So very close.
The hall was dark, but many of the rooms were open, allowing a whisker of 
moonlight to filter in and lift the gloom. The ceiling was lined with cracks, 
probably caused by the roof's collapse onto the floor above, but he had no doubt 
it was safe. She might want to kill him, but she wouldn't do it in a place that 
she owned, if only because she wouldn't want the gossip it would cause.
His gaze fell on another lacy wisp of material sitting in the doorway ahead, and 
the heat in his loins became an ache unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He 
picked up the panties, raising them to his nose as he had her bra, drawing in 
the rich scent of her desire.
It only increased his own, and he hadn't thought that possible.
The room beyond the door was empty, holding only dust and cobwebs. But there was 
an interconnecting door midway down the left wall, and it was open. The darkness 
beyond was lit by a soft golden light that flickered and gleamed like excited 
fireflies.
He strode forward. The room beyond the door was small and heated by a fire set 
in the hearth at the far end. There was no furniture other than a large sofa, 
and Vannah leaned against its back. She was motionless, her arms crossed over 
her breasts, her honey-colored skin so warmed by the flames that she seemed 
nothing more than a glorious golden statue. He forced himself to stop and drink 
in the sight of her, even though every inch of him quivered with the need to 
lose himself in all that rich, golden warmth.
She was so much more perfect than he remembered. Or maybe that was simply his 
cock thinking, not his brain.
"So, she said, a mocking glint in her green eyes. You have found your prize. 
Do you intend to claim it, or are you just going to stand there like a useless 
prick?"
A low rumble of annoyance rose up his throat. Useless, huh? She should know from 
experience that useless was not something he could be accused ofin the sack or 
out of it. A cool smile touched her lips, and she turned, presenting her back to 
him. Another deliberate taunt that only fueled the fire.
While some part deep down recognized and acknowledged what she was doing, he was 
more than willing to play along. After all, he was here for sex, nothing more, 
and that's exactly what she was offering. It was absolutely perfect.
He slid his arms around her waist, pulling her warm, naked flesh back against 
his. Her butt rested against his erection, teasing him with heat. He pressed 
forward a little, so that her cheeks wrapped around him, encasing him in warmth, 
tormenting him with possibilities he felt no temptation to explore. Not when 
heaven itself lay so close.
A quiver that was all desire, all need, ran through him, flowing from his 
fingertips and echoing across her skin. He brushed a kiss across one bare 
shoulder, running his tongue over her skin, tasting the familiar, tangy richness 
of the soap she used, combined with the saltiness of sweat. Sweat that was all 
lust, all longing.
"How do you want me? he whispered, and lightly nipped her ear.
Another shudder ran through her, and the tempo of her breathing became ragged. 
Fast. Hard."
He was pulsing against her, aching for release, but he fought the need pounding 
through his veins, wanting to prove to her that while it might be fast and 
furious between them, it was never going to be without passion or complete and 
utter readiness.
Though readiness was never going to be a problem for him. Never had been when it 
came to her.
"How fast?"
"Very fast. Her voice was little more than a pant of air.
"Good. Because fast was really the only option this first timeshe'd made very 
sure of that.
He pressed her forward over the back of the sofa and gently kicked her feet 
apart. As she braced herself, he slid a hand over her back and rump, enjoying 
the feel of her soft skin under his rougher fingertips. Then he was delving into 
the warm, wet part of her that he ached to become a part of. He caressed her, 
toyed with her, for several minutes. Then he slid his touch into her, stretching 
her, readying her, as her muscles pulsed around one finger, then two. She pushed 
back against him, riding his hand with increasing urgency. Her skin was 
feverish, flushed with desire and need, and the smell of her arousal tested his 
strength, his will, until he was all but shaking with the need to drive himself 
into her.
He pressed his thumb against her clit, stroking her, teasing her, inside and 
out, until her breathing was little more than gasps of pleasure. As the tremors 
of her orgasm assaulted her body, he grabbed her hips, holding her still as he 
thrust deep inside her. She groaned, a rich sound of gratification he could only 
echo. But as much as he wanted to, he didn't immediately move, just enjoyed the 
moment of being deep within her, her flesh pulsing around his, her scent filling 
his every breath. Then the urgency of moon bloomed, and he began to rock, gently 
at first, then harder, faster. He claimed every inch of her, delving so deep her 
whole body shuddered with the force of his movements.
She was moaning, twitching, and the sounds of her pleasure had the red tide 
rising, until it became a wall of pleasure he could not deny. He came, a hot, 
torrential release whose force tore a groan from his throat and made his body 
rigid.
But the moon and he weren't finished yet. Not by a long shot. When he regained 
his breath, he withdrew and tugged her around to face him. Her eyes were afire 
with a mix of hunger and annoyance, though what she was annoyed with he had no 
idea. Before she could say anything, he claimed her lips. He kissed her, 
caressed her, licked every inch of her, until her scent and her taste were once 
more imprinted on every fiber of his being, inside and out. He made love to her, 
over and over, until the long hours of the night began to fade into the dawn of 
a new day.
Then he left her, but only because she demanded it.


Chapter Four 
Savannah woke to the shrill, annoying, and very consistent sound of ringing. She 
muttered an obscenity and hugged her pillow over her ears, willing the noise 
away so she could get more sleep.
But it didn't stop. She tossed the pillow aside in frustration and groped for 
the offending noisemaker.
"Hello? she said, voice as groggy as she felt.
"You forgot to set your alarm again, didn't you? Kel said, her tone far too 
chipper for the early hour.
She squinted at the clock. So okay, it wasn't actually as early as she'd 
presumed, but considering she'd crawled into bed at five, it meant she'd only 
managed four and a half hours sleep.
And that was nowhere near enough. Not after all the energy she'd spent over the 
long, and admittedly glorious, night. Cade might be many things, but a bad lover 
certainly wasn't one of them.
She yawned and then realized Kel was saying something else. What?"
Kel sighed dramatically. I said, Ronan's been drafted into helping that 
caramel-eyed floozy collect names, and that starched boss of hers is sitting in 
your office demanding to know where you are."
Cade was up already? Good God, the man had stamina. She blew out a breath and 
threw the bed covers off. Tell him I'll be there in ten. And have a cup of 
coffee ready for me."
"Will do."
She replaced the receiver and padded down to the bathroom for a quick shower. It 
was only when she was getting dressed that she realized Cade still had her mauve 
bra. In the rush to get home before the town started waking, she'd forgotten to 
ask for it back. Then she remembered the way he'd raised her underwear to his 
nose, remembered his expression that suggested her scent was the sweetest aroma 
he'd ever discovered. Heat tingled across her skin, and deep down, longing 
pulsed.
Last night had been as hard and as fast and as detached as she'd hoped it would 
beand the best darn sex she'd had in a very long time. She and Ronan were good 
together, but there wasn't that spark, that vital something that made the sex 
between her and Cade so very intense. She and Ronan were just good friends, and 
that's exactly how they made love.
And I can hear you purring all the way from my side of town. Neva's amused 
thoughts whisked into her mind. I'm gathering last night went well?
Very well. Unfortunately, though, I'm not going to make it for breakfast. I've 
been called into the office.
You're the boss. Can't you make them wait? 
Amusement ran through Savannah. In this case, no.
Well, damn. I wanted to hear all the juicy details. 
And there'd been plenty of those last night. In that small bedroom, and later, 
in the communal room. Her juices, his juices ... She pulled her thoughts away 
from the enticing images of his naked, sweating body, and said, I'll come into 
the diner tonight for dinner. You can pick my brain then.
I'm not going into the diner today. My feet are balloons, and Duncan has 
commanded me to stay home with my feet up. She gave an unladylike snort. 
Normally I'd tell him where to shove such a command, but unfortunately, he's 
right.
Savannah grinned. Duncan was often heard saying that the sweet woman he'd sworn 
his love to had turned into a harpy with a sharp tongue. Yet the whole town knew 
how much he adored her. Savannah plopped down onto the bed and shoved on her 
boots. It had to be wonderful to be loved like that, she thought wistfully. To 
have a man who loved you so much that he'd lay his life on the line for you.
Your turn will come, Sav. It's only a matter of time. 
Yeah, so she kept telling herself. Only, she had a horrible suspicion that fate 
had already given her one chance, and that maybe there were no more chances left 
in the barrel for her.
I'll drop by after dinner then, and bring along the foot spa for your poor feet. 

Cool. Thanks. 
Savannah cut the connection, grabbed her keys and ID off the dresser, and 
snagged her handbag off the back of the door as she headed for the stairs. She 
lived above the florist shop at the western end of the main shopping strip. Most 
days she walked to work, except for the week it was her turn to take night call. 
But with two murders in the last week, she'd begun taking a truck home. Just in 
case.
She breathed deep the lush scents drifting from the shop, but she didn't bother 
to head in there to say hello to Anni, the latest in a long line of managersand 
probably the least successful. Mainly because Anni loved to chat and often 
forgot to charge customers for the flowers they walked out with. As much as 
Savannah enjoyed the older woman's company, with Cade waiting for her, wasting 
time was the one thing she couldn't afford today. She buzzed open the back door 
and stepped out, wincing a little as the bright sunshine hit her tired eyes. She 
raised a hand to shade them and saw a piece of paper flapping under the truck's 
wiper blade.
"Goddamn them, not again. She'd warned the local pizza joint three times now 
about coming onto private property to shove their fliers under car wipers. As 
much as she understood that they were new and needed to advertise, they were 
technically breaking the law by doing what they were doing.
She ripped the paper from under the blade, hit the remote to open the truck and 
climbed in. She gave a cursory glance at the paper as she threw her bag onto the 
passenger seat and froze, shock running through her.
It wasn't an ad for the local pizza place.
It was a threat.
Against her.
You'll pay for your part in Rosehall's death. 
Several words immediately came to mind, and none of them could be said in polite 
company. Or with Anni hanging out the back window of her shop, trying to catch 
her attention.
She ignored the old woman and stared at the note, letting the implications sink 
in, feeling fear stirring in the pit of her stomach.
Ronan was right. They were coming after her as well as Cade. And while in the 
back of her mind she'd always figured as much, she'd been hoping she was wrong. 
She'd loved Rosehall and hadn't wanted it destroyedat least until she'd become 
aware of the true reason behind Rosehall's existence. That it wasn't a 
celebration of life as everyone had been told, but rather a temple to death and 
vengeance.
She dropped the note on the seat and climbed back out of the truck. She grabbed 
her phone out of her bag, calling the station as she knelt and took a careful 
look under her truck.
"Kel, she said, as soon as the call was answered. You want to get Steve over 
to my place straight away with a fingerprint kit?"
She had one in her vehicle, but she wasn't touching the truck any more than 
necessary right now. The fact that she'd already jumped into it and nothing had 
happened suggested she was being overly cautious, but as the old saying went, it 
was better safe than sorry.
"Trouble? Kel asked, concern in her voice.
"Yeah. You'd better tell him to grab Mr. Jones and bring him along."
"Will do."
Savannah hung up and glanced across to the frantically waving Anni. With a sigh 
of resignation, she walked across. Sorry Anni. I really haven't got time to 
talk today."
"It's all right, dear. I just wanted to tell you that the Jackson kid was 
sneaking about your truck this morning. I chased him off, but I thought you'd 
like to know."
There were definite benefits to living above the town busybody. You're talking 
about Honor Jackson's kid, Denny?"
Anni nodded, sending her long gray curls into a frenzy of bobbing. It was about 
six. Not all that long after you'd come in."
Uh-oh. News of the head ranger's late arrival home would soon race across the 
town if she didn't stomp the flames out immediately. Call-out from the county 
sheriff's department. Sorry if I woke you coming in, Anni."
As excuses went, it was pretty good. Reservation rangers were often called in to 
assist in the recovery of missing hikers or skiersthough now that Ripple Creek 
had a fully functioning rescue team, most of those calls now went to them.
Amusement glimmered in Anni's brown eyes. Savannah had a horrible feeling her 
excuse wasn't fooling anyone.
"I was awake anyway, dear, so it doesn't matter."
Meaning the old sweetie had been listening for her. Did Denny do anything to my 
car?"
"He was shoving a note under the wiper. Squealed like the baby brat he is when I 
yelled at him."
And she'd slept through all of it. Some ranger she was. She glanced around at 
the sound of a car pulling up and saw it was Steve and Cade. I have to go. 
Thanks for the help, Anni."
The older woman nodded and made a show of retreating. But Savannah knew the old 
girl's nose would be well and truly glued to the events unfolding in the small 
parking lot.
She spun around and walked across to the gate. Steve had gone to the back of his 
car, probably to retrieve the fingerprinting kit, but Cade stalked towards her, 
all grace and power.
She flared her nostrils, drawing in the wild scent of him, letting it fill her 
as his body had filled her last night. Heat flicked through her veins, a warning 
that the moon's call had not eased with the coming of day. Desire sparked deep 
in his eye's navy depths when her gaze met his, telling her he was more than 
aware of what she was feeling. Then the flicker was gone, his expression that of 
a slate wiped clean.
He was keeping his end of their deal. She had to wonder if she could do the 
same.
"What's happened? He stopped in front of her, swamping her senses with his 
tangerine scent and overwhelming masculinity.
"Someone left me a note."
"Where?"
"Under the wiper. I didn't read it until I was in the truck. That's where I left 
it."
He nodded, his gaze sweeping her, leaving her tingling. They left nothing 
else?"
"I had a quick look under the truck, but that's about it."
He nodded. I called Anton. He was on the bomb squad before he transferred 
over."
She raised an eyebrow. Going from the bomb squad to the IIS was an unusual 
sideways step. I don't really think this person wants to blow me up."
"No, he agreed. They seem to be enjoying throwing a few taunts our way first. 
Any idea when the note was left?"
"The lady who runs the flower shop caught a local kid doing it this morning. You 
want to come question him, or would you prefer to stay here?"
"A kid delivered the note?"
She nodded. The local hoodlum who's into scaring human visitors and swiping 
their cars for joy rides."
"Sounds like a charmer."
"Oh, he is. All leather and attitude but little true toughness.
Cade glanced around as a second car pulled up. Anton's here now. I'll just go 
talk to him, and then I'll come with you. His navy eyes seemed to gleam briefly 
with amusement. His voice dropped as he added, It's always such a pleasure."
"Don't play on words, she warned softly. Not here."
His lips twisted. Whether it was a smile or a grimace, she wasn't entirely sure.
"That wasn't in the rules we agreed on, he said.
"But keeping this thing a secret was. She crossed her arms. I hate what I'm 
forced to do with you, Cade."
Which was nothing but the truth, and at the same time a lie, because she didn't 
actually hate being with him. Couldn't, when his very presence seemed to bring 
her senses and her body alive in a way no other wolf ever had. But her senses 
and her hormones weren't the total sum of her, and her head and her heart had no 
intention of being fooled a second time by this man.
"I don't care if you hate it or not. Though his voice was even, there was a 
gleam in his eyes that suggested annoyance, and the force of it was a tidal wave 
that seared her skin. There's no escaping the moon this time. Or me."
"So you've said. She stepped back from his overwhelming presence, and suddenly 
the air seemed so much cooler. So much more breathable. I'll just go get the 
keys from Steve."
"I'll meet you at the car. He spun away, every step radiating anger.
Over what she'd said, she knew. Well, that was just too bad. He was here to 
catch a killer, nothing more. The fact that he had the bonus of sex with her was 
a quirk of fate neither of them could do anything about. And yeah, even if she 
didn't like the fact that the moon gave her no choice, she'd enjoy the sex 
because she always had. But if he was expecting anything more than sex, 
expecting the physical and emotional depths they'd so lost themselves in last 
time, then he needed his head checked.
Steve was walking through the gates, fingerprinting kit and notebooks in hand. 
She went over.
"What's up, boss? His deep voice was more gravelly than usual, and his speckled 
hair looked as if it hadn't seen a comb in a month.
Too many cigarettes and beer last night, she thought, and wondered when he was 
going to start taking his health seriously. Someone left a threatening note on 
my car this morning. After Anton checks the truck for devices, I want you to go 
over it with a fine tooth comb."
He nodded. I dare say the IIS will, too."
"Probably. Keep an eye on what they find and let me know. She held out her 
hand. I need your car keys to go visit Denny."
"Don't tell me that stupid little punk is caught up in it?"
"He delivered the note."
"Idiot. He handed her the keys and coughed heavily as he walked away.
She resisted the urge to order him to the doctor and headed over to the car. 
Cade joined her a few minutes later. So tell me about this Denny, he said, as 
he buckled the seat belt.
She shifted gears and headed off. His dad died in a car accident about eight 
years ago. His mom has since doted on the kid and believes he can do no wrong. 
Denny, of course, now figures he can do whatever he wants and get away with it."
"A brat, in other words."
She nodded. And not the brightest of kids."
"Will he be at home?"
"Unlikely. His usual daytime haunt is the basketball courts over on Monarch 
Street."
"He doesn't do school, either?"
"Left when he was sixteen. She glanced at him. He's now eighteen, but looks at 
least early twenties."
He fell silent for a few moments, but his gaze was something she could feel, a 
heat that slid through her veins as smoothly as his hands had slid over her skin 
last night. And it stirred her just as easily, just as quickly.
Why hadn't the moon fever faded with daylight? Was that the price she had to pay 
for running before the promise had ended? Or was it was simply a matter of being 
close to the one man who had gotten to her in ways no other man ever had? Either 
way, it was going to present problems. Could she really do her job and hunt down 
a murderer when her hormones had her as jumpy as a bitch in heat?
She really didn't know, and that was the major problemnot the unfulfilled moon 
promise.
"What? she said, when she couldn't stand the growing silence any longer.
"Have you kept in contact with any of your friends from Rosehall?"
She slanted him a cool glance, which was nothing but a brave front, but he 
didn't know that. According to you, I didn't have friends. I just had bed 
buddies."
"What about Nelle James?"
Nelle. So that's what this line of questioning was about. I didn't sleep with 
Nelle."
His expression suggested he very much doubted the truth of that, and that got 
her dander up more than anything else he'd ever said about her. She certainly 
hadn't shared herself with everyone at the commune, no matter what he thought, 
and she most definitely hadn't slept with women. Not that she had anything 
against those who did; it just that it didn't rock her boat.
"But you were close, he said. Very close."
"What of it?"
"You warned her to run, didn't you?"
His voice was flat, but she shot him a quick look. His expression was just as 
flat as his voice, but his eyes glimmered with the faintest hint of fury.
And there was something almost satisfying about that.
"Yes, I did."
"Why?"
"Because she was my friend."
"And your friend was involved in murder."
The anger that had been bubbling under the surface surged to life, a flash so 
sharp it momentarily erased the fire of need. No, she wasn't. Nelle had nothing 
to do with Jontee's schemes."
"And you knew this for sure?"
Despite her fury, she hesitated. Truth was, she couldn't be one hundred percent 
certain, because she'd never actually used her telepathy skills to invade 
Nelle's mind and check. And why would she? Nelle had been a good friend, and one 
she trusted. Besides, once the news of the murders had started getting out, they 
had discussed it. Nelle had been as shocked and as disbelieving as everyone 
else.
"Why are you asking this?"
"Because Nelle James is someone we've never been able to track down."
"So naturally, you jump to the conclusion that she had to have been involved. I 
mean, it couldn't be something as simple as her using a false name in that 
place, now could it?"
"Like you, you mean?"
"Yes. She glanced at him. And you always did think I knew more than what I was 
saying."
"That's because you damn well did. It's thanks to youor rather, the information 
I pulled out of your mindthat I caught Jontee."
"Pulled being the operative word. She hesitated and took a deep breath, trying 
to calm old anger. That hurt, you know. Physically and emotionally. You might 
as well have thrown me up against the wall and punched the information out of 
me."
His brief look was almost contemptuous. I think you're overstating it. I've 
done it before, many times, and most of the time the person I was with wasn't 
even aware of it."
"But were most of those other mates telepathic, like you? Me?"
He frowned. No."
"There's your answer, then."
"Why would that make any difference?"
She shook her head. He couldn't see the wrong in it, couldn't see the harm in 
it, even all these years later. And why would he? He'd been there to catch a 
murderer, and she was no more than an available scrap of wolf with whom he 
happened to share an amazing sexual relationship. That was all she'd been, all 
she'd meant to him.
She just wished she could have said the same about him. Life would have been so 
much easierthen and now.
She stopped the car at the first available space close to the basketball courts 
and pointed across the road to the park. There's Denny, in the blue and black. 
She glanced at Cade. Let me talk to him first."
"Afraid I'll hit him? Cade said, voice wry but edged with contempt.
She snorted softly. Hitting would get you into trouble. But raping his mind? 
You've already proven yourself more than capable of that."
He grabbed her arm, his fingers digging into her flesh, bruising her. It wasn't 
rape of any kind, Vannah."
"Then what else would you call forcing entry into another telepath's mind? She 
wrenched her arm away from his and climbed out. The cool wind ran fingers 
through her hair, chilling her scalp but not her anger.
Damn him for being here, she thought as she slammed the door closed. And damn 
her memories and her attraction and her lack of control for letting him get to 
her. She was a ranger and a grown woman now, not that silly, senseless teenager. 
She ought to know better.
She walked around the car and across the road without bothering to wait for him. 
But his footsteps told her he wasn't far behind. It was like being followed by a 
storm cloud ready to break across her backhis presence was that dark, that 
furious.
Denny glanced up, his face paling a little when he spotted them. He caught the 
ball, and for several seconds, he looked as if he was going to run. Then a smirk 
touched his thin lips.
"Morning, Ranger Grant. His gaze went past her, and his bravado slipped a 
little.
If Cade looked as scary as he felt, Savannah couldn't actually fault the kid for 
being a little frightened.
"Who paid you to drop that note under my wipers? she said, as she stopped.
"I didn't"
"Denny, Anni saw you."
"Sneaking old cow, he muttered, then sniffed. What if I did? It was only a 
joke, like."
"Did you read it?"
"Yeah."
"Then you know it was no joke, but a threat."
"No, it weren't. She told me He stopped abruptly.
Something in her stomach clenched, but before she could say something, Cade 
said, She who?"
Though his voice was flat, there was an undercurrent that suggested violence. 
Denny swallowed and went white, which was not an easy thing for a brown wolf to 
achieve.
"I don't know. Never saw her before."
"Was she young? Old? Cade snapped.
Savannah crossed her arms and resisted the temptation to tell him to cool it. 
After all, he was getting answers quicker than she usually did.
"Young, Denny stammered. Late teens, maybe even early twenties. She said she'd 
meet me later tonight and pay me, like."
"Where? Savannah asked, relieved that the person behind the threat wasn't old, 
so it couldn't have been Nelle, as Cade had undoubtedly believed.
"At Club Grange."
"A local rave room, she said, for Cade's benefit. And it was a place that had 
caused more than its share of drunken behavior over the last few months. For 
some strange reason, people seemed to think out of town meant safe from the 
rangers. Give me a description, Denny."
"About my height. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Big tits. He shrugged.
"Wolf?"
He snorted. When they look like that, who cares?"
"You'd better start caring, Cade said. Because you're in it deep this time."
"For a note?"
"Threatening an officer of the law is a chargeable offense."
"But I wasn't"
"But you did. Cade paused. Of course, if you were to go to that club tonight 
and point her out to us, I might consider letting you off with a warning."
"And miss out"
"Would you rather have sex or a firsthand view of a jail cell?"
If the kid's expression was anything to go by, it was a close run race between 
the two options.
"All right, he muttered eventually. I gotta be there to meet her at ten."
"In the main room or the moon room?"
He half-sneered, then his gaze shot beyond her and his bravado fled again. Moon 
room."
"Then we'll be there, too, Cade said. And if you're not"
He let the words hang, but Denny's expression suggested he definitely got the 
unspoken message. Can I go now?"
Savannah nodded, and the teenager scampered, leaving her alone with Cade once 
again.
Oh, joy, she thought sourly. After taking a deep breath to fortify herself, she 
turned around. His expression was every bit as dark as she'd expected.
"If we go there tonight, the news will spread like wildfire. This woman won't 
show."
"So is this place just for teenagers?"
"No, for everyone, but it's recently become the must-be place for the late 
teens and early twenties. Mainly thanks to her old man's attempts to shut the 
place down. Nothing like a good bit of council outrage to make the inquisitive 
sit up and take notice.
"And what is the moon room?"
She half-smiled. Just because the leaders of this town are against the moon 
dance doesn't mean all its citizens are."
"Naturally, seeing as there's a Sinclair clan living on the reservation. He 
crossed his arms, and she clenched her fingers against the urge to run her 
fingers across all the muscle so evident under his blue shirt. But what has 
that got to do with the moon room at this club?"
"It's outside city limits and on private land. Just as the Sinclair Mansion is."
"Ah. So the moon room is, in fact, a safe place where wolves can go celebrate. 
He frowned. But Denny is underage. He can't legally be at a bar."
She snorted. Like teenagers all around the world don't get past that problem? 
Anyway, his mom lives and works at the bar and her brother owns the place, so 
technically, he's under the supervision of his parent and on home ground. And he 
doesn't drink."
"Just celebrates?"
She nodded. The problem with us going there tonight is that everyone knows me. 
As I said, if this woman is involved in the murders or the threat, she'll hear 
quickly enough."
His gaze slid down her length, and heat prickled across her skin, igniting the 
ache deep inside. Her nipples hardened, pressing painfully against the tough 
material of her shirt. She licked her lips, trying to remain calm and collected 
when her pulse raced so loud it seemed to roar in her ears. Lord, how she wanted 
him. Wanted to run her hands over his warm, hard flesh, feel the press of it 
against her breasts, her belly, her thighs. To drink in his scent and his 
arousal and lose herself in that sexual place that contained only pleasure. No 
memories, no lies, just pure, unadulterated bliss. They'd had that last night 
and could so easily have it again, here and now.
Had she been anywhere else but the middle of a very public park, the sheer force 
of her need for him might have had her crossing the line she'd drawn between 
them. But thankfully, they weren't alone. Or secluded.
When his gaze finally rose to meet hers again, there wasn't only the thick heat 
of lust in his eyes, but the need to hurt, to accuse, as he had before. She 
braced herself mentally, felt the tightening across her shoulders.
"I'm sure you can change your appearance, he drawled. After all, that was one 
of the things you were so very good at, wasn't it? Changing your appearance to 
match each newcomer's needs?"
The barb cut deep, not so much because it was true, but because he still clung 
to the belief that she'd bedded every male at the commune. But she forced an 
eyebrow upwards, feigning a calm she didn't feel. I never had any complaints."
He snorted. Oh, I'm sure you didn't. You were so very good at your work, after 
all."
"Yes, I was, wasn't I? She stepped around him, then briefly stopped and met his 
gaze again. And tell me, who is the biggest whore? The woman who sleeps with a 
man for the sheer pleasure of it, or the man who sleeps with the woman for the 
sole purpose of getting information?"
"I was working undercover, he bit back, as he followed her. That was part of 
the job."
"I'm sure it was, but that doesn't actually answer the question. She opened the 
car and strode around to the driver's side. Where to next?"
Part of her was hoping he'd say the forest. The saner part was praying he 
didn't.
His gaze met hers, blue eyes hard, cold. Yet a shimmer of excitement ran through 
her. Because those eyes, for all their glacial indifference, spoke to the 
wildness within her.
They would go to the forest. And that wildness would be released.
"Take me, he said, his gaze challenging hers, to the clearing where you heard 
the car."
Her pulse rate soared and sweat broke out across her palms. He could smell her 
desire as much as she could smell his, so there was no point in feigning 
disinterest. And what he was doing, what he was really saying, was that it was 
up to her to break their agreement. Her choice; her decision. But once she did, 
it was all bets off.
God, she'd barely gone half a day in his presence, and here she was, breaking 
down. Where was her strength of will when she really needed it?
Trying to keep control, she simply nodded and climbed into the car. He took his 
cell phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed a number, issuing orders to 
Trista as Savannah drove out of town and up Red Mountain Road. She turned into 
the side road but stopped a short way in.
"The road is slippery from the snow yesterday and the rain we had early this 
morning, she said, when he looked at her. And we haven't got chains on."
He nodded, and they both climbed out. She breathed deeply, letting the scented 
but cold mountain air fill her lungs, hoping it would wash the heat and the 
smell of man from her lungs and her skin.
It didn't.
Even with the car between them, her senses were filled with his presence. She 
wasn't going to survive the entire day without touching him. Or begging him to 
touch her.
She glanced at the sky, silently swearing at a moon that was currently shining 
its cold light on another side of the world. Shoving her hands into her pockets, 
she began the long climb up the road. After a few minutes, he joined her, 
walking so close to her side that the warmth of his body caressed hers, yet not 
close enough that their arms were brushing.
And suddenly, she was aching for the simple pleasures they'd once sharedlike 
walking up a mountain hand in hand. Even though it was so long ago, she could 
still remember the gentle way he'd twined his fingers through hers, the press of 
his palm against hers. The way he'd gripped tight, holding her upright as she'd 
slipped.
She blinked away the sudden sting of tears. Damn it, she had to stop doing this 
to herself. The past was gone. She needed to get over itget over him.
Yet she very much suspected that in order to do either of those things, she had 
to sit down and talk to him. Ten years ago she'd run rather than confront him 
over his actions. That had been her biggest mistake. The years had not eased the 
pain or her feelings for him, because there'd been no true end between them. She 
needed that end to put it all behind her.
But even now, the thought of challenging him over what he'd done scared the 
living hell out of her. Because as long as she didn't go there, some small, 
stupid part of her could still believe that despite his words, despite the fact 
that she was just a means to an end, some small part of him really had cared.
And the mere fact that after all this time she still clung to that spoke of how 
much she now needed to exorcise those feelings if she was ever to get on with 
her life.
Now was not the right time to begin such a task, though. But was there ever 
going to be a right time? Somehow, she suspected not.
Once they reached the parking area at the top of the road, she led him across to 
the spot from which the car had taken off. He squatted, studying the ground, 
carefully moving leaves about with a pen he'd drawn from his pocket.
"Looks like it could have been a truck rather than a car, he said, after a few 
minutes.
She frowned. You found a track?"
His quick look suggested she should have found it, too, and that annoyed her. 
God, it wasn't as if she'd had the benefit of daylight.
She squatted beside him and did her best to ignore his warmth and rich, enticing 
aroma. Where?"
He outlined what was little more than a wide smudge in the mud.
"No wonder I didn't spot it last night, she muttered, then tilted her head as 
she studied the vague impression. There was something very odd about it. They 
didn't have chains on."
"No, otherwise the imprints would have been deeper. He glanced at her, navy 
eyes cool. Dangerous. That of a cop rather than a lover. Why?"
She frowned. Well, this road isn't surfaced, and because it's so steep, getting 
up here without them would have been pretty much impossible after the snow we 
had the night before."
"They could have had a four-wheel drive."
"Even a four-wheel drive can have trouble on a steep, slushy road."
He shrugged his acceptance of her comment. Your point being?"
His curt tone had her fingers clenching. She flexed them, but it didn't do much 
to ease the annoyance. The very fact that this impression is so faint suggests 
that the driver not only didn't wear chains, but he didn't, in fact, drive up 
here yesterday. The ground that was under the truck is drier, which is why he 
didn't leave much of an impression when he first sped off."
He ran his pen over the ground beside the faint impression. It does seem 
firmer. He glanced at her. A good observation, Ranger."
His voice was patronizing, as if he hadn't expected something like that from 
her. The inner bitch rose to the surface, but she somehow managed to quell the 
instinct to snarl at him. Meaning, she said, her voice surprisingly even, 
that our quarry was probably here before the snow had actually fallen."
He nodded. It also suggests you might have heard him moving positions rather 
than actually trying to sneak up on us."
She rose, walked around the tire impression and then down the hill a ways. The 
air was noticeably colder this far away from Cade, but at least she could take a 
breath without every speck of air being filled with the enticing spice of his 
presence. It also means we should be able to find more tracks. If he didn't 
have chains, he would have had little control going back down that road."
"If he'd hit something, we would have seen it."
"But the road is straight. What if he managed a controlled slide most of the way 
down and just sideswiped the trees at the bottom? She certainly hadn't noticed 
any sign of damage, but she hadn't been looking for something like that.
Which was just more proof that Cade's presence was rattling her more than it 
should.
"With that sort of impact, he'd still be down there."
She shook her head. Depends on how bad the slide was, how fast he was going, 
and how quickly he was able to recover once he hit the main road. Her gaze met 
his. But even a small bump might have left paint."
He nodded. Go check. I'll call Anton and get him up here with some plaster."
She resisted the urge to salute and continued down the hill. The road dropped 
sharply away from the viewing point, and soon she was alone. The wind that 
teased her cheeks with its icy coldness moved through the pines lining the road, 
making them sway, whisper. Yet, beyond that, the day seemed hushed. Intense.
Too intense.
She sniffed the breeze, sorting through the scents of balsam and pine and the 
oncoming storm. Mixed within those came two other aromas that bought memories 
back with a rush.
Ginseng and sandalwood.
Jontee's scent.
The small hairs on the back of her neck rose. Jontee was dead, so he couldn't be 
out there now, following her. Watching her.
But someone most definitely was.


Chapter Five 
As soon Vannah left, Cade felt the wrongness. He glanced up and scanned the 
trees, half wondering if it was nothing more than missing her presence, the 
warmth of her body so close to hismissing her exotic, erotic scent teasing his 
nostrils, fueling the fires already raging in his body.
They were going to have to do something about the moon fever. Neither of them 
could afford to get distracted by desire when there was a madman running around. 
But to ease the fever, they had to make love, and that could be just as 
dangerous.
She knew that as much as he did. He'd seen it in her green eyes when he'd all 
but dared her to break the promises they'd made last night.
Which wasn't the sanest thing he'd ever done, but he hadn't exactly been in a 
calm, rational frame of mind. Where in hell did she get off accusing him of 
mind-rape? He'd been well trained in probing a suspect's mind. He had been so 
damn good at it that even the men who'd trained him hadn't been aware of him 
rummaging through their thoughts.
He hadn't raped her mind, though he most certainly had read it.
And in doing so, he'd caught his killer. He couldn't be unhappy about that, no 
matter what she thought of his actions.
Something flickered through the trees to his left. A fragment of green darker 
than the pine needles that swayed and dipped in the gathering wind. He frowned, 
watching, and almost instantly realized it wasn't a tree or bush set deep in the 
forest, because the movements were too furtive, too human.
Anticipation shot through him. Could it be their watcher from last night?
It was certainly a possibility, though surely the person who'd watched them 
yesterday without discovery would be a little more circumspect than this person.
He watched the green patch for a moment longer, then shifted shape and padded 
after it. The hush of the pine-filled forest enclosed him, and the dappled light 
and deeper shadows provided good cover for his dark brown coat. He pricked his 
ears, listening to the soft steps ahead as he nosed the air, tasting the scents 
riding the cool breeze. The man smelled of stale cigarettesan easy scent to 
follow in the crisp mountain air.
He increased his pace, loping quietly through the undergrowth and shadows, 
drawing ever closer to the stranger. The man didn't appear to notice his 
approach. He was too busy peering through the trees and following the soft sound 
of steps coming from up ahead.
Vannah, Cade thought suddenly. The man was following Vannah.
A red wave of anger surged through him. Without even thinking about what he was 
doing, he charged out of the shadows and straight at the stranger.
The man swung at the last moment, his squawk of surprise becoming a grunt of 
pain as Cade hit him from the side. As the man hit the ground, Cade shifted 
shape, grabbing the stranger by the throat and pinning him down. The growl that 
rumbled up his throat was all wild wolf, and the force of it shook his body. For 
several seconds, he knelt there, his teeth bared and his breathing harsh as he 
fought the territorial need to rip open the stranger's neck. To protect what was 
his.
"Wait, please, the man gasped, blue eyes wide and frightened. I meant no"
Cade tightened his grip on the man's throat, cutting off the rest of his words. 
Tell me who you are and what you're doing here. Nothing more, nothing less."
He relaxed his fingers a little, and the stranger gasped. Alf Reeson, reporter 
from the Ripple Creek Gazette. Who the hell are you?"
A stinking reporter? That's the last thing they needed, if it was true. Cade 
Jones, IIS. Where are your credentials?"
"Top pocket."
Cade reached in and pulled out a worn leather wallet. Inside, he found a 
smoke-stained press card and photo. Though press cards were easily faked, he 
suspected this one was the real deal, because it was grimy, faded with age and 
smoke, and dog-eared in a way only time could achieve. He flipped the wallet 
closed and put it back. Why are you here?"
"Heard there were some problems at the Ranger Grant's place this morning. 
Someone left a threatening note. The small man shruggeda movement that looked 
awkward with Cade still gripping his neck. Thought I might find me a story if I 
followed her."
And he hador at least, he'd caught the whiff of a story, if the gleam in the 
reporter's blue eyes was anything to go by. The Ripple Creek rangers might have 
kept the murders out of the news, but by attacking Reeson the way he had, Cade 
had all but blown the case wide open. And though he doubted he could save the 
situation, he certainly had to try. The last thing they needed was a repeat of 
the hysteria that had happened ten years ago.
"The so-called threatening note was a prank left by a kid, he said, removing 
his fingers from the reporter's neck and reaching into his pocket for his badge. 
However, given the fact that Ranger Grant is assisting with my investigation, 
sneaking around after her is not likely to be viewed favorably."
Cade rose and moved back. The reporter eyed the badge as he sat up and rubbed 
his neck. Even in the hazy light suffusing the forest, it was easy to see the 
red fingerprint marks ringing Reeson's neck. Still, red marks were a whole lot 
less than what could have happened. What a part of him had almost unthinkingly 
let happen.
Where the hell had that fury come from? He'd never blown up like that before. 
Never.
"I wasn't sneaking. I was following. Reeson paused. So tell me, what are you 
and the ranger investigating?"
"Nothing I can talk about at the moment."
Reeson's grin was all reporter. Can I print that statement?"
"Do it and I'll give someone else the exclusive when there is something to 
report."
Reeson raised a graying eyebrow. That a promise, Agent Jones?"
"Yes."
"Good. The reporter rose and brushed the leaves and pine needles from his 
clothes. Expect to see me waiting at the ranger station for my exclusive, 
then."
"As long as you don't get in our way. Where's your car?"
"Parked on the main road."
"Then I'll escort you."
Reeson grinned. Don't trust me to leave, huh?"
"You're a reporter, Cade said dryly.
"Damn."
"If I catch you following us again, you'll lose the exclusive."
"Double damn. Blue eyes regarded him steadily. And is the exclusive worth it?"
"Could be."
"Then I'll just head back to my car."
"Good. Cade grabbed Reeson's shoulder and turned him around. The road is that 
way."
"You've had dealings with the press, I see, Reeson commented, amusement in his 
voice.
"It's part of the job, he said. And if you don't move your ass, I might just 
have to arrest it."
"For what reason? My throat getting in the way of your hand?"
Cade gave him a deadpan look. Reeson grinned. I can see that you're a hard man, 
Agent Jones."
"It's part of the job, he repeated, and shoved the reporter toward the road.
* * * *
The scent led Savannah through the pines, deeper and deeper into the forest. 
Though there was little to be heard beyond the sound of her own breathing and 
the whisper of the wind through the aspens and pines, the sensation that she was 
not alone in the dappled semidarkness was as strong as the aroma of ginseng and 
sandalwood. As strong as the memories they evoked.
She'd never loved Jontee, but she'd certainly enjoyed making love with him. At 
least until Cade had swept her off her feet with his bristling ideals and 
overwhelming machismo.
But Cade wasn't the only reason she'd begun to distance herself from Jontee in 
their last weeks at Rosehall. She'd seen a change in him, a darkness she 
couldn't explain and hadn't liked. When she'd talked to Nelle about it, her 
friend had merely laughed and shrugged, reminding her that it wasn't as easy as 
it looked to run a commune.
And maybe it wasn't, but over the days that had followed, she'd watched Jontee 
and realized something was very wrong. Not with the commune, but with Jontee 
himself.
And it was that information that Cade had pulled from her mind.
Suddenly realizing she was surrounded by silence, Savannah stopped and glanced 
around. The wind had momentarily dropped, and the shadows seemed thick and 
threatening.
Imagination and memories, she thought, and rubbed her arms against the chill 
that raced across her skin. Still, it had been nothing short of stupidity to 
come so deep into the trees alone, especially given the threat left on her 
windshield. Ronan would be disappointed at her thoughtlessness, and Cade would 
be just plain furious. Still, she was a ranger, and she'd be damned if one 
little threat kept her housebound like some Nervous Nelly.
"Vannah. The voice was soft, drawing out her name, accentuating the a sound.
She resisted the surge of fear that would have had her stepping backwards, or 
worse, retreating, and said in a curt voice, Stop playing games and show 
yourself. Not that she had any hope of the person doing so.
"You will pay for what you did, Vannah."
The voice was neither male nor female, just ... odd. And it came from her left. 
She took a cautious step in that direction. I didn't destroy Rosehall. Jontee's 
own actions did that."
"You were the key. You gave Jontee away."
Gave him away? How, when all she'd really known was that something was wrong? 
Never in a million years would she have guessed that Jontee was the force behind 
the eighteen murders that had happened in and around Wichita.
She stepped closer. The tang of ginseng and sandalwood got stronger, but oddly 
enough, she could find no trace of man. Or woman, for that matter.
"Jontee was a killer. He deserved exactly what he got. She couldn't see anyone 
hiding in the shadows beyond the trees. Yet, they had to be there, somewhere.
Didn't they?
Suspicion snaked through her.
"He took you in, Vannah, the strange voice continued blithely. He taught you, 
loved you. And you repaid his kindness with betrayal."
She stepped past the pines, into the deeper shadows where the voice seemed to be 
coming from. There was no one there. Just a ratty looking tape recorder sitting 
on the ground. She blew out a frustrated breath. She was being played; there was 
no doubt about it.
"I will kill you, Vannah, just as I will kill your lover. But it won't be a fast 
death. You will suffer, as Jontee suffered."
Imagine that, she thought, even as a chill ran down her spine. The voice on the 
tape fell silent, and the wind seemed to spring back to life, as if it had been 
holding its breath while the message played. Behind the small machine, something 
silky and yellow fluttered.
She squatted in front of the recorder. Ginseng and sandalwood swamped her 
senses, and memories rose. Jontee's teasing smile as she'd come to him on her 
allotted nights. The warmth of his touch, so good and yet so distant. Cade's 
thunderous expression every time she left him to be with Jontee.
Frowning, she took a pen from her pocket and carefully pinned the yellow strip 
of ribbon to the ground. There was no message on the part she could see, but a 
good half of it had been buried under the soft soil.
She dragged the ribbon sideways with the pen, gently pulling the rest of it out 
of the soil. The dirt fell away, revealing a beaded bracelet. The fear that had 
all but disappeared returned tenfold, because she knew the bracelet. Recognized 
the emblem sitting in the middle of ita yellow rose entwined around the peace 
symbol. Rosehall's signature.
Jontee's bracelet.
One that should have been buried with him.
He couldn't be alive. Cade had assured her of that, and she believed him.
So why was this bracelet here? How did it get here?
She got her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed Cade's number. Where are 
you? she said, the minute he answered.
"Just finished escorting a reporter back to his car. Where the hell are you?"
She groaned. Not Alf Reeson? The man had the nose of a bloodhound. If he'd 
sensed there was a story happening, there'd be no getting rid of him.
"The same. Now answer my damn question."
"Who died and made you my boss? she snapped back. Then she took a deep breath, 
trying to retain some vague thread of calm, trying to remind herself that in 
this situation, he was her boss. Grab the kit from the car and walk back up the 
road until you see a wild raspberry on the right side. Walk past that and head 
north into the forest."
"Don't move."
"I have no intention of going anywhere."
His grunt suggested he didn't believe her. Grinning slightly, she hung up and 
rose. Since ginseng and sandalwood weren't exactly everyday aromas in this 
particular forest, there had to be something here to throw those two scents, and 
it certainly wasn't the tape recorder.
She took a cursory look on the ground around the immediate area, but she didn't 
find anything. No scent source and no footsteps. Nothing to suggest anyone had 
been here but her. Whoever was behind the threats was either a shifter who could 
take to the wing, or they were damn good at tracking.
Of course, if it was a shifter, then that cut Nelle out of Cade's list of 
suspects. She was a wolf-human cross.
She glanced upwards, studying the branches above her head. In the pine to the 
right of the tape recorder she saw something white. She moved to the tree and 
carefully pushed the branch to one side. The handle of a white metal cup had 
been nailed to the thick part of the branch, and inside it was a cloth. She 
didn't have to go closer to know the cloth had been soaked in ginseng and 
sandalwood. This near, the two scents were overwhelming. She stepped away and 
carefully let the branch swing back into position. She couldn't touch anything 
with her bare hands until Cade got here with the kit, which would have gloves. 
Rather than just stand here, she did a wider search around the perimeter of the 
small clearing, trying to find some trace of the person who'd left the recorder. 
All she found was a slight scuff in the soil, as if someone had slipped on the 
leaves. Still, a vague footprint was better than no footprint.
She shoved her pen in the soil to mark the spot and moved on. Soft steps rode 
the wind, and seconds later, Cade appeared. Just watching him walk through the 
tree towards her with such easy, effortless grace had her heart slamming against 
the wall of her chest.
"Someone left me a message, she said, before the anger so evident in his dark 
eyes could erupt.
"They might have done a whole lot more, he said, coming to a halt in front of 
her. The heat of him swamped her, sizzling across her nerve endings, making them 
quiver and jump. Coming in here alone was pretty damn stupid."
"No more dangerous or stupid than walking down a lonely mountain road alone, 
she bit back. Or remaining alone in a turnaround studying tire tracks."
"I am more than capable of protecting myself."
"And so am I. But neither of us can do anything about a long range rifle or 
laser sights, and I won't be restricted by the fear of them."
He took a step closer, and suddenly the air seemed scarcer. She licked her lips, 
but she resisted the urge to retreat. She'd done that once, and once was more 
than enough.
"Maybe, he agreed softly. But I don't think our would-be killer is interested 
in taking the easy way out."
"No. Whoever this is, he intends to draw it out. He wants suffering. Yours and 
mine."
His gaze cut into hers, so very angry, and yet so very aware of what was burning 
between them.
Moisture skated across her skin, tiny beads of perspiration that had nothing to 
do with fear and everything to do with the man who stood far too close. Whoever 
it is, they know about us, she said.
One dark brow flicked upwards. Indeed? What does the tape say, precisely?"
She told him, then said, No one followed me last night."
"Nor me. He frowned. It suggests that whoever it is knows about the moon 
promise."
"I haven't gone spreading that little bit of stupidity around, believe me."
Something deep and dangerous flared in his eyes. It's not exactly a moment I'm 
proud of, either. But we did it, and now were stuck with it."
Stuck. Such a nice way of putting it. Still, it was hardly any worse than 
calling it stupid. And she sure as hell hadn't thought that at the time. In 
fact, for all of twenty-four hours, she'd considered it the best damn thing 
she'd ever done.
And Neva wondered why she never took chances any more.
"We'll probably have to tell our people what's happening, she said. Ronan knew, 
but everyone else needed to be warned. They deserved the truth, if only because 
they could be stepping into the line of fire. Who knew who this madman would go 
after?
The thought froze her. Terrified her.
Neva. She hadn't actually intended to reach out to her sister so sharply, and 
she winced when she heard her sister's mental gasp.
What? 
Call Duncan home now, then both of you get to the Sinclair mansion and stay 
there.
I hate that place
I don't care, she cut in. It's safe. No one would get to either of them there. 
Not without confronting the wrath of the whole Sinclair pack.
But why? 
Because you both might be in danger.
Danger? Sav, what's going on?
Long story, and one I can't really explain right now. But it's very possible 
someone might come after you to get to me. Just promise you'll call Duncan 
immediately and get your ass over to the mansion.
I'm contacting him as we speak. 
"Savannah?"
Cade's sharp question made her jump. What?"
His gaze had narrowed. What just happened?"
She drew in a shaky breath. I have a sister living here. A very pregnant twin 
sister. I just ordered her to get her butt over to the Sinclair mansion."
"You have a twin? Surprise etched his voice.
She nodded. If this person intends to come after me, then Neva is a very good 
target. She's all I really care about."
He raised his eyebrow. What about your parents? Don't you care about them?"
"Of course I care about them, but we haven't seen eye to eye for ages. Most 
people here in town know that."
"You're presuming this person is from Ripple Creek."
"No, I'm presuming this person has done their homework. Neva is the most logical 
target if someone really wants to hurt me."
"And what about your lover?"
Her gaze narrowed at his derogatory tone. What about him?"
"Isn't he also a logical target?"
"Not when no one in town knows about us."
"Supposedly, no one knows about you and me, either."
"Ronan does."
He raised an eyebrow. You told him?"
"Of course I told him. I refuse to sneak around behind anyone's back."
His grimace was somehow touched with sadness. Yeah, I know."
Her gaze searched his. Sounds as if you would have preferred me to sneak."
"I would have preferred you not to go at all."
Her stupid heart did an odd little dance, though heaven only knows why. It 
wasn't as if he'd been jealous. To be jealous, you had to actually care, and he 
never had. It was more likely the fact that she wasn't there when he wanted her. 
That was never an option."
"There are always options, Vannah."
She snorted. Like you had the option of telling me the truth?"
"That was never an option I had."
Too many things weren't on his list of options when it came to her, apparently. 
Look, let's not get into this here."
"No. He studied her for a second, his gaze hot, heavy. The smell of his desire 
washed across her senses, teasing her, caressing her, making her more ready for 
him than she'd ever been with anyone else. All without even touching her.
The worst thing was, she knew it wasn't the moon but the man himself. He was the 
fuel to her fire.
And he knew it, damn him.
He stepped so close that if she hadn't been breathing in as he breathed out, 
they would have touched. Each breath he released was a warm rasp of air that 
touched her lips, making them tingle. And that tingle flushed across her body, 
tiny footsteps of desire that eventually pooled low in her body. Don't, she 
said softly.
"I made a promise. I intend to keep it. His eyes glittered at her. Dared her. 
But you made no such pledge. You can touch me anytime you want."
And she did want to touch him. Badly.
"I intend to stick with the conditions I set."
"The moon will make that impossible, and you know it."
Maybe she did. But that didn't mean she had to give in the minute he crooked his 
little finger. Sure, she'd probably be a needy mess by the end of the dayif she 
made it to the end of the daybut she sure as hell wasn't going to be easy. Not 
this time.
And certainly not with the possibility of a reporter running around.
"We have work to do, she said resolutely.
A condescending smile touched his lips. Lips she ached to kiss.
"You can't hold out forever, Vannah."
No. But she sure was going to hold out for as long as she could. At the very 
least, it was one way of showing him she wasn't the person he thought she was.
And right now she had no desire to explore why it was so important that he 
realize that was the point.
* * * *
Somehow, Savannah made it through the long afternoon and into the early evening. 
But God, it was hard.
She rubbed a hand across her eyes and leaned against the side of her car. She 
was so tired her eyeballs felt ready to fall out of her head, and so damn hungry 
she was ready to shift shape and hunt rabbits. And that was something she hadn't 
done since she was barely a teenager.
But both of those problems were nothing compared to the fever. It burned so 
badly it felt like her skin was on fire. Worst thing was she couldn't go back to 
the office when she was radiating desire like this, simply because it wasn't 
fair to the males on her team. She wouldn't fulfill the promise her hormones 
were sending out, and she certainly didn't want to place them in an 
uncomfortable position. Especially Ronan, who was more attuned to her scent 
because they'd been lovers.
Of course, there was one very simple way to cure the problem. Make like a bunny 
with Cade. She'd stop emoting the minute her hormones were sated. All she had to 
do then was keep them that way.
She blew out a breath and glanced up the road. Anton had driven up here earlier, 
and he and Cade had made a plaster mold of the smudged tracks they'd found. Then 
the two men had proceeded to search the forest to see if they could find exactly 
where the watcher had been standing. She'd been sent down to this end of the 
road like some unimportant underling to stop anyone coming upan order she 
couldn't exactly rail against, because she knew the reason behind it. The 
feverand the fact that Anton would undoubtedly become aware of it if he spent 
more than a few minutes in her company.
And even though her past relationship with Cade was something that would have to 
become known to everyone on this case, the fact that the two of them were once 
again involved wasn't.
Which meant she had one choice, and only one choice, about what she had to do 
next.
And the wild part of her was more than a little excited about it. Truth be told, 
the saner part was, too.
She crossed her arms and glanced up the mountain again. Dusk was settling in 
across the skies, and the evening chill was already frosting the night air. 
Surely the two men would be down soon. They wouldn't be able to see much in this 
gloom.
Even as the thought crossed her mind, the sound of an engine cut across the 
hush, then headlights hit her, pinning her in brightness. She raised her hand to 
protect her eyes, squinting as she watched the four-wheel drive approach. Even 
though it hadn't rained, the truck had a tendency to slide.
Which meant it would have been so much worse the night before. And it also 
pointed out the fact that the driver of the vehicle she'd heard roaring off was 
very good, because there was no sign of impact either along this road or across 
the main road. If the driver had slid, he'd maintained very good control.
Another point in Nelle's favor. She couldn't drive, though it had been ten years 
since Savannah had seen her, which was more than enough time to learn.
Anton slid his vehicle to a stop, and Cade stepped out. The fading slivers of 
sunlight caught the flickers of mahogany and silver in his dark hair, making 
them shine against the rising tide of night.
He didn't approach her, didn't even look at her, until Anton had disappeared 
down the road that led back to town. The day has gone, he said, his voice a 
low vibration of sound that had her hormones skipping excitedly. I can now 
officially touch you."
Please, the wild part of her practically begged. Please. I will not make out 
here like some overheated teenager."
His eyes gleamed with the amusement that touched his lips, reminding her of the 
times they had made out like overheated teenagers.
"Then where? he asked.
"My lodge. Where else could they go? It was the only place that was in any way 
secure. And if the murderer had done his homework, it wasn't exactly safe, 
either.
"Now?"
"Now, she confirmed, and clicked open the car.
"Good."
His voice was little more than a growl, and a tremor of anticipation ran through 
her. It was going to be good. Fast, but so very good.
The drive back to town was quiet, but it was filled with a simmering tension 
that had sweat breaking out across her skin. Yet, despite the urgency that beat 
in time with every thump of her heart, she wasn't about to make the mistake of 
driving straight to her lodge. Town gossip was not something she needed to deal 
with on top of everything else.
She stopped at his hotel and glanced at him. If I don't see you in ten minutes, 
I'll start without you."
"Don't even think about it, he all but snarled.
Oh yeah, she thought with a slight smile. He was feeling the moon every bit as 
badly as she. She took off, the wheels skidding on the stones, undoubtedly 
flinging mini missiles over his retreating back. She made it to the lodge 
without seeing anyone she knew and did a quick look around to ensure the place 
was safe. Then she headed down to the small room that had become a substitute 
bedroom.
She felt Cade's arrival long before she saw him. His presence was like a fierce 
wind before a summer storm, and it battered her senses just as badly.
The rich aroma of sage and tangerine swirled around her, teasing her nostrils 
and raising her anticipation. Footsteps echoed on the wooden floorsfirm, 
deliberate steps, drawing ever closer. She stripped off her clothes, laying them 
across the arm of the sofa, and then turned to face him as he entered the small 
room.
His gaze skidded down her body and then rose to meet hers. You smell ready for 
me, Vannah."
She walked towards him, watching the heat and desire flare brighter in his eyes. 
You have no idea how ready."
She tangled her hands in his silky, almost too-short hair and drew him down so 
she could kiss him. But there was nothing gentle, nothing innocent, about their 
kiss. It was hard, urgent, and fierce. And totally, utterly, glorious.
He wrapped a hand around her rump, lifting her up then moving her backwards. She 
grunted as her back hit the wall, and then she wrapped her legs around him, 
pushing herself against the heated hardness of his erection. He thrust against 
her, pressing places that ached and pulsed for his closeness, sending shivers of 
delight racing across her skin. She groaned, rubbing herself against him, 
reveling in the glory of it and yet needing to feel so much more than flesh 
contained by material.
She unwrapped her legs, letting them slide down his body until her feet touched 
the floor. With shaking, urgent fingers, she undid his shirt, his pants. He 
kicked off his shorts and lifted her again. She'd barely wrapped her legs around 
his waist and he was in her, filling her, liquefying her. His thick groan of 
pleasure was a sound she echoed. Then he began to move, and thought became 
impossible. All she could do was move with him, savoring and enjoying the 
sensations flowing through her. As his strokes became fierce, so did she, riding 
him hard, until the power of their mating shook her entire body. The rich ache 
spread like wildfire through her, becoming a kaleidoscope of sensations that 
washed through every corner of her mind. Then the shuddering took hold and she 
gasped, grabbing his shoulders, holding him closer, thrusting him deeper. His 
movements became more urgent, his body driving deep inside hers, touching that 
one special spot, over and over and over.
She came as he did, his roar echoing through her ears as she twitched and moaned 
in sheer enjoyment.
When they were both able to breathe again, he leaned his sweaty forehead against 
hers and sighed. His breath was warm, almost sweet, as it caressed her lips and 
chin, stirring her barely sated hormones to sluggish life.
"Dear God, he said softly, I don't think I could have held off a moment 
longer."
A smile touched her lips. Lost some of your laudable control over the years, 
have you?"
He pulled back a little. The odd seriousness in his dark eyes made her pulse 
skip, then race. There was never anything controlled about us. Not once we 
actually met, anyway."
Part of her desperately wanted to believe that statement, to believe that he'd 
been as much a prisoner of passion as she'd been. But the simple truth was, his 
actions denied his wordsthen and now.
"Everything about us was controlledfrom the minute you walked onto the commune 
grounds to the moment you raided my mind. All of it was planned to achieve one 
goal."
"To catch a killer, he agreed.
"So how can you say it wasn't controlled?"
"I didn't say the situation wasn't controlled. I said we weren't."
She raised an eyebrow. There's a difference?"
He slid his hands under her rump, supporting her as he moved away from the wall 
and walked toward the sofa. A big difference."
"I wouldn't have thought so."
He kicked the lever that folded down the back of the sofa and placed her on the 
worn cushions. He stretched out beside her, throwing one leg over hers and 
drawing her so close that skin pressed against skin, letting her feel every beat 
of his heat, every intake of breath. It felt good. Almost too good. But the sofa 
wasn't all that big, and there was no point in trying to retreat because there 
just wasn't room.
And if she told herself that often enough, she might even believe it.
"Different or not, it doesn't really matter any more, does it? he said.
"No. But it did, if only because one tiny part of her was still so desperate to 
hold on to the dream, even if that dream was not one he'd ever share. But that 
doesn't mean there's no need to talk about what went on between us."
As he leaned back a little and idly flicked a nipple with a gentle finger, an 
almost insolent smile touched his luscious lips. In the sharpening coldness of 
the night, it was an almost painful sensation. And yet, at the same time, very 
arousing.
"Leave it in the past, Vannah. Dragging up old wounds won't achieve anything."
His head dipped and his teeth grazed her aching nipples. She shivered, barely 
resisting the urge to arch her back and raise her breasts for his dining 
pleasure.
His teeth skimmed her areola, then caught a nipple and pulled lightly. She 
gasped, caught between pleasure and pain, and loving every unexpected minute of 
it.
"I need to move on with my life, she somehow managed to say.
He didn't answer, simply shifted and grazed his way up to her neck, her ears, 
her lips. His gaze caught hers, and again, there was an energy, an anger, 
gleaming in those navy depths that stirred something deep inside her.
She was pretty sure that what she felt was fear, because Cade had hurt her once, 
and if she wasn't very careful, he could do so again. And the anger that burned 
deep in his gaze suggested that while the moon was driving them together, it was 
a more basic need that was fueling him now.
The need to fully reclaim what was once his.
His next words confirmed her thoughts. There will be no moving on until the 
moon and I are done with you."
"The moon only gives you four more nights, she said bluntly. And if we survive 
this, I want to move on. From the past and from you."
Something dark and dangerous flashed in his eyes. He didn't answer, just claimed 
her mouth with a kiss that was fiercely possessive and so damn hot it felt as if 
she would explode into flames.
From then on, there was no talking, just touching and caressing and tasting. She 
explored his body, imprinting his scent, his salty, seductive and oh-so 
masculine taste, on every sensory level, until all she could feel, all she could 
smell, all she wanted, was him.
He returned the favor, leaving no part of her upper body untouched or 
unexplored. He nipped her, caressed her, licked her, discovering erogenous zones 
long ignored and bringing her to the edge of orgasm time and again. But he never 
let the wave crest. He backed away each time, waiting until the tremors eased 
before starting it all over again. He did this until her skin was slick with 
sweat and desire, and all she could think about, all she wanted, was to get him 
inside. To feel the rigid length of him sliding deep and hard into her.
But if he sensed her need, he was ignoring it, because his touch and his lips 
moved down.
When his tongue flicked over her clitoris, she jumped, and a whimper that was 
part frustration and part a plea for more, escaped her lips. He chuckled softly, 
his breath fiery against her moist skin. Then he suckled on her, and she came 
with such a thunderous roar that her neighbors would have surely heard her had 
they been home.
The tremors hadn't even begun to ease when he shifted over her. His flesh was as 
slick as hers, and his body trembled with his effort at control. She wrapped her 
legs around his hips, trying to force him closer, desperate to feel him inside. 
When he pressed himself against her, she whimpered, wanting the whole damn 
length of him, not just the tip.
"Vannah, he said, and in his voice there was an edge of command she could not 
ignore.
She opened her eyes and met his gaze. The depths of his eyes were filled with 
that dark danger she'd glimpsed earlier, and in that moment she knew what he was 
about to do.
"Don't, she said quickly.
He either didn't hear her, or he didn't want to hear her, because energy touched 
the air, fluttering across her skin like a thousand tiny sparks. The power of 
the moon, coming to life once again.
All he said was, You are mine, and only mine, until I say otherwise."
Oh God, oh God ... What the hell was she going to do? He was using the moon to 
bind her past the time of their first pledge, and thanks to the promise she'd so 
innocently made, there wasn't one damn thing she could do about it.
Damn the moon, she thought viciously. And damn him for taking the moon-given 
power and twisting the spirit of it to his own ends.
"I am only yours until the power of the moon ends. No longer."
"No. His voice was intense, full of unforgiving determination. The dance of 
energy became more frantic, enforcing his words, the need to agree. Say it."
Goddamn it, he was getting what he wanted, what the moon demanded, so why demand 
more?
"Bastard."
"Say it. You will be mine until I say otherwise."
"No, damn you. No. She arched her hips and captured him, driving him deep. He 
shuddered, and for a moment he moved with her. Then his breath hissed between 
his teeth and he withdrew.
He didn't say anything, just stared at her with hungry, demanding eyes as the 
energy burned brighter, wrapping her in heat and the need to obey.
"Damn it, why? she all but yelled.
"Because I have no intention of calmly sitting on the sidelines and watching you 
dance with your lover if this case should last more than four days. He raised a 
hand and caught her chin, his fingers close to bruising. Say it."
"I hate you. But she didn't, not badly enough. Not then, and not now.
"But you want me, don't you?"
"Yes. And that was the whole problem. When it came to Cade, control was 
something she'd never seemed to have enough of.
"Then that's the only thing that matters. Say the words, Savannah."
She knew that fighting the compulsion was useless, yet there was no way in hell 
she would give herself to him on a platter without a fight. So she fought, and 
the dance of energy became thick and fierce, until it felt as if her entire body 
was on fire with the compulsion to obey. Eventually, she had no choice but to 
say the words, I'm yours, and only yours, until you say otherwise."
His grin was quick and predatory, a wolf who knew he has won. Until I say, he 
repeated fiercely, and drove deep inside her, claiming her with his body as 
thoroughly as he had claimed her with his words.
And as much as she hated his actions, with the moon and her body burning so 
fiercely, she had no desire to fight him or push him off. She wrapped her legs 
tighter around him, holding him close as he began to move. She moved with him, 
savoring and enjoying the sensations flowing through her. Right now, that's all 
she really had, because his actions tonight had smashed the tiny spark of hope 
that had lingered in her heart. All he cared about, all he'd ever cared about, 
was satisfactionhis and hers. Anything else was off the radar. Always had been. 
She'd been a fool to hope for anything else.
His strokes became stronger, faster, and once again the sweet pressure began to 
build inside, until it seemed her whole body ached with the need for release.
When he came, she went with him, his roar drowning out her own strangled groan 
as his body slammed into hers so hard the whole sofa seemed to shake.
But as the power of her own release faded, and the reverberations of his roar 
grew fainter, she heard the footstep.
They were no longer alone in the lodge.


Chapter Six 
Even through the red haze of satisfaction, Cade heard the sound. He froze, 
listening, as the night air began to chill the sweat on his skin and tension 
rippled through Vannah's warm body, which was beneath him.
"You expecting anyone? he whispered, glancing down. Her green eyes glowed like 
an angry cat's in the darkness.
"No. Her soft voice was curt. And get off me."
He did. She rolled swiftly upright, clambering off the sofa and padding to the 
door. The moonlight filtering in from the windows in the next room caressed her, 
making her skin gleam like priceless porcelain.
Desire stirred anew, but he ignored it and rose to stand behind her. Another 
heavy step echoed across the silence, then another. Cade frowned. Those weren't 
the steps of someone trying to sneak up on them. Quite the opposite, in fact.
"I think"
"It's Ronan, she said, at the same time, then added, I'll go talk to him."
"Not naked, you won't."
She turned around. The fury in her eyes should have been warning enough, but he 
was too busy watching the flicker of the moon's cold light in her glorious 
golden hair to actually watch what she was doing. He barely had time to register 
the fact that she'd raised her fist when the blow crashed into his chin with 
surprising force, snapping his head back and dropping him to the floor. He hit 
with a bone-crunching grunt and, for a moment, couldn't even breathe.
"Don't you ever use the moon's magic on me like that again. She stood at his 
feet, her fists clenched, and her delicious body quivering with the force of her 
anger.
His own anger crashed through him, but desire came with it, so thick and fast it 
overrode his fury. God, she looked so beautiful standing there, with the heat of 
her rage warming the moon's porcelain glow on her skin. And though anger still 
burned, he wasn't exactly sure who he was angry ather for punching him, or him 
for being decked so easily by a snippet of a wolf. Or what? he retorted. 
You'll shoot me?"
"Shooting is too good for a bastard who abuses the moon gift. Her gaze skated 
down his body and came to rest on his cock. I think a well placed cut or two 
might be more advantageous."
"You'll never get that close with a knife, sweetheart, so drop the idea."
She bared her teeth. Who needs a knife?"
He laughed, even though he knew her threat was very real. Who'd have guessed 
the sweet wolf I'd promised myself to was such a hellion."
"Sweet? She snorted softly. I was many things, but I was never sweet. As 
you've already noted. She glanced over her shoulder briefly and said, Wait 
here."
Wait here, when she was out flaunting her worldly charms to another wolf? Not 
damn likely. He scrambled to his feet, but the sudden movement had pain shooting 
through his jaw and cheek. He winced and carefully touched the side of his face. 
Bruised for sure, and at least one loose tooth.
She sure could pack a punch. Physically and sexually. Which was why he wasn't 
about to let her go before this murder case was solved. As much as he knew it 
was stupid, as much as he understood the risk of getting involved with her again 
when a madmen hell bent on revenge was out there on the lose, he just couldn't 
help it. The moon had him in its grip, and there was no fighting it.
But that didn't exactly explain why he'd prolonged the situation by forcing her 
to agree to a longer term. Other than the fact that he wasn't about to let 
another wolf have what he wanted so badly. Not this time, when he could actually 
do something to stop it. The first time it would have endangered his mission. 
This time, there was no such restriction, and he'd be damned if he'd share her 
again.
He didn't care about the anger his demand had caused. She'd never denied her 
desire for him, and as long as that desire was still there, he was going to make 
full use of it. Besides, given the events that had unfolded after her actions 
ten years ago, his actions tonight barely scratched the surface of payback. At 
least she wouldn't come out of this bearing physical scars.
The murmur of conversation dragged him out of his thoughts and got him moving. 
He strode through the moonlit room and out into the corridor. The two of them 
were standing down the hall and far too close for his liking. They were talking 
so softly he couldn't make out what they were saying, but if body language was 
anything to go by, Ronan wasn't presenting Vannah with news she wanted to hear. 
As Cade approached the two of them, Ronan looked up, his gaze colliding with 
Cade's.
And what he saw in the other man's eyes didn't really surprise him. He'd 
expected anger and possessiveness, and they were both there, though not in the 
volumes he'd expected. What he didn't expect was what he found when he skimmed 
the ranger's thoughts. The reason for those emotions wasn't the fury of a wolf 
whose turf has been poached, but rather concern for Vannah herself. Beyond that, 
one clear and definite thought echoedand it was a warning very evident in the 
clear gray depths of Ronan's eyes.
Hurt her, and you're a dead man.
Cade halted behind Vannah and crossed his arms. What do you want, ranger?"
Ronan's gaze skimmed the bruised side of Cade's face, and amusement touched one 
corner of his mouth. Trista and Anton are looking for you. Since neither of you 
are answering your phones, I thought I'd better come up here and warn you before 
someone else thought of doing so."
"If my team wanted me, they could have easily found me. I'm tagged with a 
locator."
"Then you wouldn't have minded them finding you like this?"
Ronan's tone suggested he minded very much. Cade resisted the impulse to bite 
back a comment on who actually had rights when it came to Savannah, but he 
simply growled, What do they want?"
"How would I know? Your people play their cards very close. He snorted softly. 
Anyone would think we were in opposition, rather than on the same side in this 
investigation."
Cade ignored the barb. After all, Ripple Creek's rangers weren't exactly 
forthcoming with information, either. Given the tension emanating from the woman 
who stood so close to them both, he very much suspected the news about his team 
wasn't the only reason Ronan had come up here. How did the name collecting go 
today?"
"A total of fifty-three people have checked in during the two weeks before the 
murders began. I believe Trista intends to run checks through your system."
Cade nodded. The IIS had access to a greater range of systems without having to 
go through the annoying request for information procedures the rangers had to 
go through.
"Any likely suspects at this stage?"
"No. Ronan glanced at Vannah. I'll see you outside?"
She nodded. Give me five minutes to get dressed."
"What's going on? Cade said the minute Ronan left.
She gave him a look full of contempt. Town business. She pushed past him and 
headed for the small room.
Annoyance flared. Damn it, he had the right to know what was going onwith the 
case, and with her and Ronan. He followed her, trying to keep his thoughts away 
from the enticing sway of her hips. The erotic way silken strands of her hair 
caressed her shoulders and back.
"What sort of town business?"
"Not the sort of town business that's any of your business."
"Savannah, he warned.
She grabbed her bra and began putting it on. Oh, so now you remember my name."
"Is it anything to do with our case?"
"If it was, I'd be reporting it, like the good little foot soldier I am."
"You are not a foot soldier."
She snorted. Get real. Reservation rangers are always gophers for you guys. 
Hell, your lot seems to think we haven't the training to tie our boots 
properly."
"I have never treated"
"So why is Ronan playing guide to Trista? She hesitated, and her gaze widened. 
You bastard. You were getting him out of your way, weren't you?"
She was far too quickwhich was probably the reason she'd been made head ranger 
at such a young age. That and the fact that her daddy was the head of the 
reservation council. It's always better to have a local on those sorts of 
info-gathering missions."
"Please credit me with a little intelligence. She shook her head and grabbed 
her pants. You disappoint me, Cade."
He laughed harshly. I disappoint you? Sweetheart, disappointment is one of the 
milder emotions I felt when you ran ten years ago."
"I told you why I ran."
"Because I read your mind?"
"Because you forced yourself into my mind. She looked up at him, and something 
deep inside him stilled when he saw the sheen of tears in her green eyes. No 
telepath should do that to another. Not ever."
Part of him wanted to step forward, wanted to wrap his arms around her and 
soothe away all the hurt, all the tears. The other part, the angry hurt part, 
rejoiced.
She was right. He was a bastard. In whose world?"
"In my world. In the world of telepathic wolves."
"Well, there is no such rule in my world."
"Which is why you and I would probably have never worked out."
He snorted. We work out just fine in the only place that matters."
She stared at him, and the pain in her expression gradually faded until there 
was nothing left except an odd sort of emptiness. For some reason that made him 
think he'd made a huge mistake, but what exactly that mistake was, he didn't 
know. Yet something inside wanted to retract the words and ask for her 
forgiveness.
"There was a fire over on the east side this afternoon, she said, voice matter 
of fact. The fire department thinks it could be suspicious. Ronan and I are 
heading over there."
"Why you two? I thought Bodee was on evening call? Damn it, why was he arguing? 
What did it matter?
Or was it simply the fact she was heading off with her usual lover, when by the 
right of the moon and the night, she should be with him?
Was he jealous?
Of course he was. She was his mate, no matter how temporary or unwillingly. And 
no wolf shared what was his.
"Bodee is on call. After eight. She glanced at her watch. It's barely seven."
"What about Denny and Club Grange?"
She bent, picking up her boots and putting them on. I'll meet you there. And I 
suggest you put on a disguise yourself, because by now, half the town will know 
you're here, even if they don't know why."
With that, she brushed past him and walked out the door. He was tempted to drag 
her back into his arms and kiss her until the ice was erased from her expression 
and her body. But that wasn't practical or sensible. The moon fever would ensure 
she'd be back in his arms before long, and right now, there was work to be done.
He dressed and headed back to his room, or rather, his team's room. Anton was 
again sitting on the floor with the laptop perched in front of him, but he 
glanced up as Cade entered.
"Have you got your phone turned off, boss?"
"No, but I've had signal problems. What's up?"
Anton's expression suggested he wasn't buying the lie, but he kept his thoughts 
to himself. For which, Cade was extremely thankful. He didn't need any other 
problems right now.
"Hart faxed over the autopsy report on the second victim. Anton picked up a 
folder and tossed it across the coffee table toward Cade. MO is much the same."
"Note included? Cade picked up the folder and looked through it. There'd been a 
note there, all right.
"As was stolen from me, so shall I steal from you, Anton quoted, and met Cade's 
gaze squarely. Savannah Grant is Vannah Harvey, isn't she?"
"Yes. There was no point in denying it. Anton and Trista would have to know 
anyway, given the threats that were being left. What made you suspect?"
"The notes themselves. I mean, why leave one at the head ranger's when she was 
never at Rosehall? Unless, of course, she was there under an assumed name. He 
paused, brown eyes filled with annoyance. When were you going to tell us?"
"That's what I came back here to do. He handed over the evidence bag that had 
the tape in it. Once you listen to that, her alter-ego would have been evident, 
anyway."
"Which is why you insisted on keeping this bag rather than me bringing it back 
here with the rest of the evidence. Anton paused. That's not good legal form, 
you know."
"This killer is never going to be brought to justice, and you and I know it."
Anton raised his eyebrows. If you're telling me"
"All I'm telling you, Cade cut in, before assumptions could be made, is that 
this killer has no intention of being caught like Jontee was."
"And why would you think that?"
"Because we didn't catch him the first time. Cade walked across to the minibar 
and pulled out a beer.
"You're obviously not talking about Jontee."
"No. Cade popped the top of the beer and took a long drink. Jontee was behind 
the killings. We proved that, but I have always thought it was impossible for 
him to be working alone."
"There's nothing like that in the files."
"Because the man in charge of the investigations believed there was only one 
killerthe one we caught. He shrugged. The opinions of a raw recruit didn't 
matter."
"Sometimes the ramblings of the inexperienced hold grains of truth a more 
experienced eye has missed."
"Now you're sounding like your philosopher father."
Anton smiled. Are your notes on file somewhere?"
He nodded. In the notes attached to the main case files, but I have the 
originals with me."
"Good. Anton paused, and then he asked, Have you questioned Ranger Grant about 
Rosehall?"
"There's no need. I read her mind at the timethat's how I caught Jontee, 
remember?"
"That doesn't mean you got every scrap of information she knew."
"Believe me, I read her mind very thoroughly."
Anton frowned. But isn't she from the golden pack?"
"Yeah? So?"
"Well, the golden pack is among the strongest telepaths ever recorded. Even the 
weakest of them can generally wipe the wall with telepaths from other packs."
It was Cade's turn to frown. I caught her at a very open moment, though."
"It shouldn't have mattered. The minute she felt you invading her mind, she 
would have slammed down as many shields as she could. Anton's frown deepened. 
You might have caught information about Jontee, but I very much doubt you'd 
have caught everything she knew."
I never said I hadn't seen anything, she'd admitted to him yesterday. But you 
never asked that question, did you? Just charged right in and took.
And he'd been too busy fighting desire and trying to defend his past actions to 
even pursue the admission.
Maybe she was right. Maybe this investigation did need another leader. One with 
a clearer head and was not so intimately involved. Any word from headquarters 
regarding my possible replacement?"
Anton shook his head. Not yet."
"And Trista?"
"She's with the kid, crosschecking the names she and Ronan collected today."
Cade nodded. What time is Hart due in?"
"He's returning to Denver to grab one of the mobile forensics vans, so I 
wouldn't expect him until morning."
Cade nodded and glanced at the bagged and tagged items strewn across the table. 
Discover anything yet?"
"Nothing helpful. The partial tire tracks match those sold as standard on at 
least three different makes of four-wheel drives. The shoe tracks we found in 
the forest don't appear to match the partial print found near the tape recorder. 
I've scanned both through to the labs to see if they can come with a shoe make 
or anything else useful."
"Let's hope they find something. Cade rubbed a hand across his still-aching 
jaw. I'm going out with Ranger Grant later tonight to find and question the 
woman who paid the kid to leave the note under her wiper."
Anton raised his eyebrows. A woman? Did the kid give you a description?"
"Average height, late teens to early twenties, blonde, blue eyes and buxom."
Anton snorted. Every teenage male's wet dream."
"Exactly, which makes me suspect she was also paid to bribe the kid."
Anton nodded in agreement. You intend to question the ranger while you're at 
it?"
"Yeah. Whether he actually got any information was another matter entirely. She 
wasn't exactly happy with him at the moment. He tossed the empty beer bottle in 
the trash can. Call me if you get anything."
"I will. Just make sure you've got the phone turned on this time, or we will use 
the locator."
Cade ignored the barb, but he heeded the warning as he headed for the door.
* * * *
"I can smell him on you, you know."
Savannah glanced at Ronan as they walked towards the blackened remains of the 
old house. I'm sorry. I don't mean to continuously shove it in your face."
His smile was almost a grimace. I know. It's just a warning. I may be more 
sensitive to your aroma, but the others have worked with you for a while and 
they will catch the mingling of both your odor and his."
"They're going to know sooner or later that Cade and I were once lovers."
He nodded. But you don't want them to know the relationship has blossomed 
again, do you?"
"Blossomed is definitely the wrong word, she said dryly. As was relationship. 
And no, it's not something I want the town's general population to know."
The old gate creaked as he pushed it open, and he stood aside to allow her 
through first. At the back of the blackened wreckage of the house were two fire 
engines, their red and blue lights washing the night with eerie brightness. She 
couldn't see Manny Johnson, the head of the local fire department, but she knew 
he was here somewhere. Ripple Creek didn't get many emergency calls like this, 
and as gruesome as it sounded, she knew Manny wouldn't have missed it.
"Can I ask why? Ronan asked softly.
She frowned up at him. What?"
"Why don't you want the town to know about you and Cade?"
"Because it's against the code of conduct."
"Not really. We are, but not you and Cade."
"He's here on a case. A murder case. That makes it against the rules."
Ronan's expression suggested he didn't think it was. Are you ashamed of what 
you did with him?"
Startled, she glanced up at him. Of course not."
His gray eyes were intent, yet his expression was touched by something close to 
sadness. That made no sense, considering what they were discussing. So are you 
ashamed of what you did in Rosehall?"
"No. But, by the same token, I don't want the whole town finding out about it."
"Why not?"
"Because I am no longer that person. She died long ago."
"Did she? he mused. Or did circumstances and hurt merely force her to hide?"
She opened her mouth to deny his statement, but the acrid smell of smoke and 
death swirled around her, catching in her throat and making her cough, which was 
probably just as well. She couldn't deny something she knew deep down to be 
true, as her reaction to Cade these last few days had proven. That part of her 
hadn't died. It had merely waited for the right person to bring it back out.
It was such a goddamn shame that the right person just happened to be Cade 
again.
A big man stepped from the side of the ruined house, smiling grimly when he saw 
them.
"We'll finish this discussion later, she murmured to Ronan, and held out her 
hand to the approaching fire chief. How you been, Manny?"
"I've had better days, the older man said wearily, shaking her hand then wiping 
a sooty forearm across his brow. Old Lana Lee died in the fire."
Savannah swore softly. She'd known this was Lana's house, but she'd thought the 
widow had gone to the Bitterroot reservation to visit her daughter. She said as 
much to Manny.
"Yeah, he said. Apparently she returned yesterday."
"Damn. She'd gotten to know the old woman over the years, simply because it was 
Lana who owned the flower shop below Savannah's apartment. While they'd never 
been more than pleasantly polite, she'd liked the older woman. Liked her style. 
Has the coroner been called?"
Manny nodded. And the state fire marshal. The body has been bagged and sent to 
the medical examiner for the cause of death ruling."
"Your guess?"
"Asphyxiation."
"So the body showed no sign of trauma?"
"Not according to the coroner. Doc Carson's home, if you want to talk to him."
Savannah glanced at Ronan, who nodded and reached for his cell phone as he 
stepped away from them. And the fire? she said, looking back at the fire 
chief.
"Suspicious."
"Why?"
"It started in the bedroom. A lit candle left too close to lace curtains. The 
fire quickly moved into the roof cavity, and from there, in an old house like 
this, it was only minutes before the whole place was on fire."
"But Lana hated candles. She'd hated them since her son had died in a similar 
accident when he was five years old.
"Exactly, Manny said. So how did the candles get there, and who lit them?"
And why would they want to light them? Who'd want to kill Lana, for God's sake? 
She might have been independently wealthy, thanks to her dead husband's 
insurance policies and the regular income she got from the flower shop's lease, 
but her living style was frugal, and there was little in the way of sellable 
goods in her house. Lana hadn't even stepped into the TV age, let alone the DVD 
years. She'd preferred her music and books to all those newfangled toys, as 
she called them. Is the building safe enough for us to poke around in?"
Manny nodded and swung into step beside her as she moved towards the skeletal 
remains of the house.
"Were the front and back doors locked? she asked, stepping carefully through 
the remains of what was once the living room wall. The ceiling in this section 
of the house was gone, leaving the living room open to the elements. Burned 
rafters arched skywards like broken fingers reaching for the stars. Her gaze 
followed the burn line across the rafters to the wall, which, though it still 
stood, was skeletal, revealing the innards of the bedroom next to it. The roof 
had collapsed there, too.
"Front door was locked, Manny answered. Back door wasn't."
"Meaning Lana had let someone into her house?"
"Possibly. The old girl was meticulous when it came to locking her doors, and 
she even used that spy hole of hers to hold conversations through."
Savannah grinned. I had a ten-minute discussion like that with her last year. 
It was snowing, and she was afraid opening the door would let out too much 
heat."
"She always was a bit of a tight-ass, Manny agreed. His gaze swept around the 
room, and the amusement in his expression faded. But she was a gentle old soul 
who wouldn't have harmed a gnat. She didn't deserve this."
"No. The question was, why had her life ended like this? Where'd you find her 
body?"
He pointed towards the end of the house that still had most of its roof intact. 
In the kitchen, slumped over the table with her coffee."
"No smoke detectors installed?"
"Yeah, but the batteries were flat. Or at least, the one remaining in the 
kitchen was."
Savannah headed down the hallway. Wouldn't she have smelled the smoke? Seen 
it?"
"One of the boys was telling me that Lana's olfactory sense was pretty bad. 
Apparently she left the gas running a few times without knowing it."
"But still, the smoke would have been fairly thick, wouldn't it?"
"This old house exploded pretty damned fast. Given the fact it was dusk and none 
of the lights were on, she might not have seen the smoke until it was too late."
And she obviously hadn't if she'd been found at the table. Savannah stopped just 
inside the kitchen doorway and looked around. Most of the damage here was either 
smoke or water related. Her gaze swept the small room, and came to rest on the 
table. Soot had outlined where Lana had slumped and found death. Anger slithered 
through Savannah. Why would someone do this to a harmless old woman?
"When was the fire reported?"
"Seventeen-forty-five. By that time it had reached the roof and pretty much 
destroyed half the house."
"Who reported it?"
"Rex, the neighbor to the right, saw the smoke and gave us a call. Apparently it 
wasn't long after his call that the living room roof collapsed."
Meaning there might have been accelerants involved, as well as the candle. But 
they wouldn't know that for sure until the fire marshal got here. She walked 
over to the sink. No extra cups, no spoons, nothing to indicate that Lana had 
drunk coffee with anyone else. She walked towards the back door. Old slippers, 
summer sandals, and a worn pair of lined rubbed boots stood in a tidy line to 
one side of the doorway. In the doorway itself, mud tracks. Obviously from the 
boots of Manny and his men ... except for one. She frowned, stepped to one side, 
and squatted in front of it.
The footprint wasn't small, nor was it as fresh as the others. And it was a 
different print pattern. She pointed a finger at it as she glanced up at Manny. 
Any of your men wearing different boots today?"
He frowned and shook his head. Regulation down the line."
She picked up one of Lana's boots and flipped it over to study the heel and 
sole. There was mud caked on it, indicating Lana had gone outside earlier today, 
but the pattern was different from the muddy pattern on the floor. You want to 
keep your men away until we can get a photo of this?"
Manny nodded. Savannah rose and headed back out to the car. Ronan met her at the 
gate.
"The doc confirmed what Manny said. There doesn't appear to be any obvious signs 
of injury, beyond those related to the fire."
She nodded. Lana had a visitor before the fire started."
"Neighbors spotted them?"
She shook her head, and opened the car. No. I found a footprint that doesn't 
tie in with either Lana's boots or the boots used by Manny and his men."
Ronan reached into the car and grabbed the crime-scene kit. Doesn't mean it 
belongs to the person who set the fire."
"No, but it might. You want to go interview the neighbors while I take a few 
photos? Rex, the neighbor on the right, reported the fire."
"I'll start with him, then. Ronan hesitated and looked around, as if to see who 
was near, then added softly, There's something I need to say."
Her stomach clenched. She knew it was about Cade, about what they'd been talking 
about before, without even skimming his thoughtsnot that she ever did that with 
Ronan. Or any of the other ranger's, for that matter. Can't it wait?"
He shook his head. I know you think Cade coming back into your life is a bad 
thing, and if I'm looking at it from a purely selfish point of view, I tend to 
agree. But mostly, I don't."
She raised an eyebrow. Why on earth not?"
His gaze met hers, and once again there was a touch of sadness in those clear 
gray depths. Yet there was also determination. And on some inner level that 
frightened her. Her life was about to change, and she wasn't entirely sure she 
was ready for it.
"Because until now, he said, you've been living your life like a sleeper, just 
going through the motions, but never truly experiencing them."
She opened her mouth to deny his statement, but he raised a warning finger, 
stopping her.
"His arrival here has awakened something in you, Savannah. Don't let it go back 
to sleep, because it's truly beautiful to see."
"Ronan"
He smiled and caught her hand, then raised it to his lips and kissed it gently. 
There's no need to say anything. There never was."
He released her, handed her the kit, and turned and walked away.
And she knew it was as much a symbolic walking away as it was literal.
She took a deep, shuddering breath and tried to control the swirl of ... not 
hurt, but at the very least, regret. Yet deep in her heart she knew that what he 
was doing was right for them both.
Even when Cade finally left Ripple Creek, there would be no going back to the 
easy loving she and Ronan had once shared, if only because the wild wolf within 
her had indeed woken again. That part of her, the part she'd subdued for so 
long, had always wanted more than just a comfortable existence or relaxed 
loving. It wanted lust. It wanted the unquenchable fire of needing to be with 
someone so badly it seemed like she'd die without him. Most importantly, it 
wanted to know what it was like to be the object of one man's undying passion 
and love.
Those were things she could never find in Ronan's arms, no matter how much 
either of them might want it.
But she'd found most of it with Cadethen and now.
Fate, she thought as she brushed the heel of her hand across her eyes, had to be 
a woman, because it sure as hell was one big bitch.


Chapter Seven 
Cade combed the remainder of the temporary color through his hair, then stepped 
back to study the effect.
Bright red definitely didn't suit him. It made his skin look sallow rather than 
tanned. But when combined with the silver-gray contact lenses, it went a long 
way towards disguising his identity. Add faded denims, a black t-shirt and a 
worn black-leather jacket, and he looked nothing like his usual suit-wearing 
official self, even though he'd done nothing to disguise or hide his actual 
facial features.
But then, he didn't need to. Few people really stopped to examine facesmost 
folks just scanned surface appearances, making basic assumptions based on little 
more than clothing and skin color. That had been proven time and again in 
lineups and undercover operations the world over.
He picked up his keys, wallet and coat. As he headed for the door, anticipation 
rose in him. What sort of disguise would Vannah wear? During her time at 
Rosehall, she'd worn all sorts of costumesfrom the prim and proper librarian to 
a leather-clad whip-mistress, both of which he'd enjoyed immensely. Neither of 
those was suitable for tonight's venture, but he had no doubt that whatever she 
came up with would be equally exciting. If there was one thing Vannah could 
never be accused of, it was lacking imagination.
So why had she settled for being a ranger?
The world of police work, with all its rigid rules and regulations, was one 
occupation he would never have thought she'd be comfortable in. The Vannah he'd 
known had been a free spirit and would have chaffed under the restrictions she 
now worked with.
But then, how well had he really known her? He hadn't even known she was using a 
false name, for heavens sake. Which, when he actually thought about it, was 
pretty slack police work on his partand that of his supervisors.
Why hadn't they known?
The thought niggled at him, and instead of heading for his car, he turned and 
walked to his team's room.
"Hey, pretty sexy look you have happening there, boss man, Trista said, her 
expression amused as her gaze swept him up and down.
"Apparently, if I don't wear a disguise to this nightclub, our quarry will run."
"You sure our chief ranger isn't pulling your leg?"
"No, I'm not. And worse yet, he hadn't even thought of the possibility. He 
glanced at Anton. You had a chance to go through the files and find my notes?"
Anton shook his head and raised the pizza slice he held. Thought I'd have 
something to eat, first. Why?"
"Because I want you to uncover what identity checks were done for Vannah Harvey 
and Nelle James in the early stages of the original investigation."
Anton frowned. There must have been checks. I mean, you didn't go in blind and 
randomly select a target, did you?"
"No. But there wasn't much in the folders I was given on Vannah and Nelle, other 
than photos, names and their position in the group."
Trista reached across the table and picked up a slice of pizza. But it's 
standard procedure that all possible crosschecks are done before sending an 
agent undercover. If they came up empty, it would have raised suspicions."
"If the little amount of information caused alarm, I certainly didn't know about 
it."
Anton's frown deepened. Considering you were the one going undercover, I would 
have thought you'd be told if there were doubts about your target's identity."
"I'd have thought so, too. He rubbed a hand across his jaw, wincing when he hit 
the darkening bruise. Still, a bruise added to the cover, because people would 
focus on that more than his actual features. While you're checking the files, 
do a crosscheck on James Oliver, too."
Trista raised her eyebrows. Why? Oliver quit the IIS with a spotless record, 
didn't he?"
Cade nodded. Eight years ago. He's apparently living in Florida nowadays."
"So why run a check on him?"
"Because something about all this feels wrong. He glanced at Anton. If I was 
right all those years ago and there was a second person involved, then maybe 
Vannah wasn't the only reason it almost went to hell."
"Hang on, hang on, Trista said. I'm missing something here. How did our head 
ranger almost cause it all to go to hell?"
Cade grimaced. Nelle was Vannah's best friend, and I believe she warned Nelle 
that I was going after Jontee. Nelle then warned Jontee, who almost succeeded in 
ambushing and killing me."
"So why wasn't she charged for impeding an investigation? Why wasn't a warrant 
issued for them both?"
"Because I was under orders to let it drop. Oliver had his man, and that was all 
he cared about."
"Odd."
"Thinking about it now, yes, very odd."
"But, Trista continued, surely if Oliver had been involved with the group, it 
would have come out sometime during the trial and appeals. It would have 
tarnished the authenticity of the evidence, if nothing else."
"I'm not casting doubts on Oliver or his part of the investigationI just want 
to double check, that's all."
"Because you have an itch, Anton said.
"And in the past, Trista muttered, those itches have proven amazingly 
accurate. You realize that this will put the cat amongst the birds. Oliver has a 
lot of friends in the department."
"I'm just asking for a check, nothing more. I don't expect to find anything. He 
glanced at his watch. I'd better get going. Buzz me if anything urgent comes 
up."
"Enjoy the club, Trista said, voice dry.
He glanced at her. It's work."
"I'm sure it is, she said, and shoved the pizza in her mouth. Unfortunately, it 
didn't quite hide her grin.
"Behave, Trista. We're here to do a job."
"I'm not the one you have to remind this time, she said.
Obviously, he hadn't been as discreet about his desire for Savannah as he'd 
presumed. Knowing that saying anything else would only deepen the mireand 
Trista's amusementhe simply turned and walked out of the room.
Snow had begun falling during his brief time indoors, and it coated the road 
with a slushy mix that quickly froze under the night's chill. He hesitated, 
glancing at the car, knowing that if the weather continued like this, the roads 
would quickly become as icy as a rink and almost undrivable. At least it would 
for those who, like him, didn't have chains in their cars. Anton's four-wheel 
drive would undoubtedly cope, though driving any of their cars would blow his 
cover to anyone who happened to be watching for his appearance at the club. He 
glanced at his watch. He still had forty-five minutes before he had to be there. 
And even though the night was freezing, he felt the sudden need to run, to 
stretch his legs and feel the chill ruffling his coat as the snow drifted past 
his nose.
He glanced at the sky a final time, and then he shifted shape and loped towards 
the main street.
* * * *
The base-heavy thump of music rode the night, and the smell of sweat and lust 
mingled freely in the air, stirring Savannah's memories as much as her senses.
Rosehall had smelled like this.
Like the freedom to be yourself, to follow your desires, without having to worry 
about the consequences of your actions on others.
In her teenage years, there'd been few places where a young wolf hungry with 
moon fever could go other than the dances at the Sinclair mansion. And as much 
as she'd wanted to rebel against her father's strictness, she hadn't wanted to 
ruin his standing in the communitythough how attending a Sinclair moon dance 
would do that was something she'd never understood.
When she'd heard of Rosehall, it had seemed an ideal way to satisfy her deeper 
hungers without having to worry about her dad's repor his anger. And it had 
been a perfectly magical, wonderfully liberating experienceat least until Cade 
had come along and teased her with possibilities that could never be.
She shivered as she shifted back to human shape in the shadows leading up to the 
nightclub's front entrance. But it wasn't the chill of the night that had caused 
the shiver, but rather the direction of her thoughts. Why couldn't she stop 
thinking about the man, and all that had gone on in the past? Why did she have 
to keep flogging herself with the pain of dreams long gone by? God, he'd proven 
earlier tonight, by words and by deed, that he cared for nothing more than his 
own needs. Why couldn't she let it all go and just enjoy the moment?
Because the heart is a funny creature, Neva's voice whispered into her mind. And 
often a stubborn one. Part of you loves him still, Sav.
No, it loves the idea of love. It loves something that was little more than a 
shadow and a lie. 
Neva's doubts swam through Savannah's thoughts, but all she actually said was, 
You need to talk to him.
I know, but right now I'm a little busy trying to catch a murderer. She paused. 
You and Duncan safely ensconced in the mansion?
And a breezy goddamn hole it is in this weather, too. Duncan's had to set 
roaring fires in both the fireplaces in his rooms just to warm my toes. 
I'm surprised the randy bugger didn't drag you to bed and warm you up with some 
loving.
Oh, he did that, too. Neva's mindvoice was filled with amusement. But as good as 
we are together, sex can only last so long. Especially when the kids start 
protesting with kicks. How long am I expected to stay here?
Until we catch our killer.
And why is this killer coming after you?
Revenge for something he thinks I've done.
Rosehall? 
Savannah blinked, though she wasn't sure why she was surprised at how much her 
sister knew. After all, Neva had always been the stronger of the two of them 
when it came to telepathy. Just how much have you been reading my mind of late?
Neva's laughter swam through her mind, as warm as summer sunshine. Not much. 
Certainly not when it started getting interesting.
Just as well, or I'd have to warn the pups their mom is a perv. 
Neva's amusement deepened momentarily, and then fell away. What about Mom and 
Dad?
Savannah blew out a mental breath. I haven't warned them yet.
You've been avoiding it.
Yes. Although she wasn't ashamed of her actions at Rosehall, her dad would be. 
And as contradictory as it was, especially since she'd gone to Rosehall in 
rebellion against her dad's rules, she didn't want to lose his respect. Rosehall 
was a long time ago, and the rebellion that had driven her there had long ago 
died.
Hadn't it?
I'll talk to them later tonight, she continued, trying to ignore the thought 
that maybe the problems she'd had with her father were no deader than the 
wildness. That like the wildness, they'd merely been buried. It might be wise 
for them to get out of town for a while.
Dad's never going to do that willingly.
Whatever his faults, he loves Mom. He'll do it for her.
I hope you're taking similar precautions with your own safety.
Ronan's looking into it.
That man is such a gem. 
And one she loved, but not in the way he deserved to be loved. He was right in 
seeking an ending now. The simple truth was they were both using the other as a 
crutch, finding shelter in the safety of each other's arms rather than going out 
and facing life again. She was going to miss that particular closeness with him, 
there was no doubt about it, and yet part of her rejoiced.
Maybe, after ten long years, she was finally ready to face love again.
But was she, for all her tough words, ready to face up to Cade and everything 
he'd doneand everything she'd done? Because there was no doubt she had to do 
both of those if she wanted to move past the hurt.
But moving past him was the one stumbling point.
Could she really do it? Move past all he'd meant to her and just get on with her 
life?
She didn't know. But maybe it was time to at least try. If Cade's arrival had 
shown her one thing, it was the fact that she could no longer drift along in 
life. She was content in her working life, but she wanted the whole enchilada.
She wanted what Neva now had.
A man who loved her. A man who would go to his grave loving her. A man who she 
could share the ups and downs of life with, have children with.
But are you ready to fight for all that? Neva asked softly. Like you forced me 
to fight for it?
Savannah frowned. What do you mean?
You once loved Cadeperhaps you still do. What if the reason you haven't moved 
on is the fact that your heart doesn't want to? What if Cade is the one? 
He doesn't love me, Neva. He never did. I was just an interesting means to an 
end.
That's not what I asked.
No. She paused. And I guess the answer is, I don't know.
Then you'd better start deciding before he walks out of your life a second time.
He didn't walk out on me the first time.
You know what I mean.
Yes. And she hated it when her sister was right. Neva's amusement swam through 
her mind again, and Savannah smiled reluctantly. Gotta go do some work. I'll 
talk to you tomorrow.
After you talk to Mom and Dad.
Duncan's right. Marriage has turned you into a nag. Savannah broke the 
connection between them in the midst of her twin's laughter and strode towards 
the front steps, although, after ten years of not wearing five-inch spike heels, 
it took a lot of concentration not to fall flat on her face.
The heels tapped against the concrete as she climbed the steps, a soft tattoo of 
sound that seemed to carry easily over the thump of the music. The security 
guard near the door leisurely looked her up and down, and a wide grin split his 
lips.
"Ain't seen you here before, darling, he said, his voice as deep as his gaze 
was appreciative.
A warm flush of satisfaction swept through her. In that moment, she felt both 
extremely feminine and utterly sexual, neither of which she'd felt since leaving 
Rosehall.
And that made her angryat herself, more than anything. Damn it, she was a 
woman, a sexual, sensual woman, and she occasionally deserved to be the object 
of complete and unreserved lust. Yet that was something the ranger part of her 
never had been, not in all the long years she'd been back in Ripple Creek. And 
it was a sad indictment of how badly she'd been burned by Cade that she'd let 
such a vital part of her be buried for so long.
Still, it was better late than never. And if Kel's brother didn't recognize her 
in this outfitan outfit Nelle had once labeled the erotic bikie"no one would. 
Hell, she'd gone to school with Tane, had actually had a major crush on him 
between the years or nine and ten, and she had kissed him more than once in year 
eleven. A flirt? Oh yeah, she had been one back then, as Ronan could attest.
With a grin tugging her lips, she exaggerated the swing of her hips and sashayed 
towards Tane. The chains dangling from her skirt chimed in time with the rap of 
her stilettos, and the cool breeze caressed the parts of her bare legs and 
stomach not covered by her long leather coat. Given how little she was really 
wearing, she should have been freezing. She wasn't. The exhilaration of 
strutting her stuff in front of an appreciative audience was more than enough to 
keep her warm.
"And you may not see me again, she purred as she neared him. So enjoy the 
experience while you can."
"Oh, I am. He chuckled softly and doffed his hat to her as he opened the door. 
Enjoy your night, miss."
"Clara, she said. And thank you."
He nodded, his gaze lingering, causing a heat she could feel way down to her 
toes as she walked into the semidarkness of the nightclub. If she'd been a cat, 
she would have started purring. Even though there was only one man she wanted, 
that didn't stop her enjoying the attention ofshe stopped the thought short. 
Cade was the only man she could have right now, but he certainly wasn't the only 
man she wanted.
Because he didn't want what she wanted.
But what if he did?
She pushed the thought from her mind. Why entertain the idea when it was never 
going to happen?
She walked across to the cashier, paid her entrance fee and handed in her coat. 
Then she moved to the shadow-filled corner between the cashier and the long, 
black steel and chrome bar that dominated the left side of the big room. The air 
was thick with the aroma of desire, sending an ache of anticipation through her 
limbs. She wondered if Cade was here yet. Wondered if she'd recognize himor if 
he'd recognize her.
The heavy beat of the music was louder inside, and when combined with the 
frantic pulsing of the multicolored lighting, it had an almost hypnotic effect. 
She found herself tapping her foot despite the fact she normally hated techno.
There was a good crowd tonight. The dance floor was packed, and they were 
standing three deep at the bar. She saw several people she recognized, and a few 
teenagers who certainly didn't meet the eighteen-year-old entry requirement. 
Still, given her own experiences with the moon and desire, she wasn't going to 
make a fuss about it. Especially not tonight.
At the end of the long room were the heavy, paneled doors that led into the moon 
dance room. Two security guards were stationed there, and she knew their job was 
to check ID's and ensure no alcohol was taken into the smaller dance room. She 
also knew that the ID check wasn't as well enforced as her father would have 
wanted.
She looked upstairs, checking the balcony that ran around the room. Shadows 
moved in the darkness above, some obviously doing more than dancing to the 
techno beat. Others leaned on the railing, either catching the action in the 
shadows, or watching those on the dance floor. She couldn't see Denny upstairs, 
so maybe he was among the gyrating mass on the dance floor.
She walked down the steps and along the bar side of the room. At this level, so 
close to the moving mass of men and women, the air seemed so warm it was like 
breathing in liquid heat, and the musk of desire was so sharp that it the fueled 
the fires of her own need.
Yet she couldn't sate those needs, not even when she found Cade. They were here 
to catch the woman who'd paid Denny to leave the note, nothing more.
She found Denny at the back of the room, to the right of the entrance to the 
moon room. He was dancing with a spike-haired wolf who seemed to have more 
piercings than Savannah had toes and fingers, and who looked at least ten years 
older than Denny. Like most of the dancers, they seemed totally involved with 
the music, their bodies moving in sync with the frantic rhythm rather than each 
other. She continued on, trying to find Cade, but she didn't see anyone vaguely 
resembling him on this level. She turned around and headed for the nearby 
stairs. It would be easier to keep an eye on Denny from above, and she might be 
able to spot Cade from there, too.
The shadows closed in around her as she climbed, and the air became so cloying 
tiny beads of perspiration broke out across her skin. She grabbed a coaster off 
a nearby empty table and lightly fanned herself. Her scalp itched, and it was 
all she could do not to rip off the short, black wig. She leaned a hip against 
the balustrade and scanned the immediate shadows. Couples sat at the various 
tables or were pressed against the walls, talking and drinking and loving. None 
of the women were blonde or big breasted, and none of the men matched Cade's 
height or build.
Relief rolled through her. If she was honest, she had no more desire to share 
him with others than he had to share her, which was odd, because she'd had no 
such concerns in Rosehall. But then, he never did dance with anyone else. Only 
her. She'd been the one dancing with othersat least until they'd made the moon 
promise. Even then, she'd still danced with Jontee. Which Cade had wanted, 
because all he had wanted was Jontee. Not her.
And certainly not a declaration of love.
Hell, he couldn't even remember her saying it, though she could easily guess 
why. He'd been too busy getting ready to invade her mind.
She blew out a breath, lifting the silky black hair away from her forehead. 
Glancing down to check that Denny was still dancing, she pushed away from the 
balustrade and moved along the walkway.
A big man walked towards her, his red hair catching the flicker of the lights 
and gleaming like fire in the shadows. She let her gaze drift down, taking in 
the gleam of his silver eyes as he scanned the shadows, the oh-so-kissable 
lushness of his mouth, the way his leather jacket emphasized the width of his 
shoulders and the strength of his arms, while his faded jeans paid homage to the 
long, lean strength of his legs. He moved with such effortless grace that he 
could have been walking on air...
She blinked.
He walked like Cade.
Her gaze shot upwards. Aside from the gray eyes, it was Cade's face. The bruise 
darkening his chin was evidence of that, if nothing else.
A smile tugged at her lips. Would he recognize her? There was only one way to 
find out. She strolled towards him, accentuating the swing of her hips, watching 
his expression, waiting for the moment of awareness. His gaze briefly scanned 
her and moved on. Then he did a double take, and a grin split his lips.
"Well, well, he said, stopping so close the heat of his body ran over her in a 
wave, leaving her sweating and wet with desire. He wrapped a hand around her 
waist and drew her closer still. Don't you look luscious."
"So do you, she purred, running her hands down his leather-clad arms and 
enjoying the press of his hard body against hers. And I do like the contacts. 
Always did fancy a man with silver eyes. Not to mention leather. Too bad he was 
wearing jeans. As much as he looked good in them, just the thought of leather 
pants got her pulse running. There was something very sensual about running a 
hand over a leather-clad butt.
The muscles under her fingertips tightened so suddenly that it felt as if she 
were caressing steel. She glanced up in time to see the amusement fade from his 
expression.
"You found Denny yet?"
His voice was clipped with annoyance, and she frowned, wondering what his 
problem was. He's downstairs, dancing with a spike-haired wolf. She hesitated, 
then added, Why the attitude?"
"We'd better find someplace to watch him from."
She nodded toward the balustrade. We can do it from there."
His hand slid from her waist to her arm, and his grip was a little too tight as 
he propelled her forward. Let's get over there and watch, then."
She ripped her arm from his grip and stopped. I asked you a question. Answer it 
first."
He continued on to the balustrade. How many wolves do you know with silver 
eyes?"
She stared at his back, more than a little perplexed. What?"
"So you weren't thinking about Ronan when you made that comment? he threw back 
at her.
She laughed. She couldn't help it. He was jealous. Had to be. Why else would he 
make a comment like that? Ronan was the last wolf on my mind, believe me."
He gave her a withering look. We're here to work. Let's concentrate on that."
"I'd much rather talk about your reaction."
A grunt was her only reply, and that made her more than a touch annoyed. How was 
she supposed to interpret something like that? God, for a man who was so damn 
willing to throw opinions around, he was mighty close-mouthed when it came to 
anything remotely personal.
She leaned on the railing beside him, close enough that the heat of his body 
caressed her skin, yet not close enough that they touched, which was a totally 
inadequate situation. They might not be able to make love, but that didn't 
prevent all contact. Hell, there was more to making love than just the physical 
act ... She grimaced. Hadn't she wanted it to be just about the physical act?
Despite her earlier resolution, despite the doubts she'd expressed to her sister 
only moments before, she really wasn't sure what she wanted anymore. Even when 
she wasn't with Cade, he filled her thoughts. But wasn't that a natural 
consequence of the way they'd ended their relationship and what still lay 
unresolved between them?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Like Neva had noted, maybe she still cared for him more than she wanted to 
admit. But was she willing to risk the hurt, the complete and utter devastation, 
of realizing he didn't love her a second time? Especially since his actions so 
far certainly indicated he was enamored with nothing more than the power of 
their lovemaking.
I don't know, she thought. I just don't know.
But one thing she was sure ofthey couldn't stand here like dummies, and if they 
weren't going to make out, they might as well discuss the past. And better here 
where her emotions had to be restrained than alone.
Frowning at her own cowardice, she glanced down to check Denny was still where 
she'd left him, and said, We need to talk."
"About what?"
Cade wasn't looking at her, but scanning the crowd below. His stance was casual, 
yet tension touched the corners of his eyes and rode his shoulders. Residual 
anger over her comment, she thought, rather than any real concern about what she 
wanted to say.
She took a deep breath, gathering courage. About Rosehall. About what happened 
between us."
He glanced at her briefly, his expression closed, giving no hint as to what he 
might be thinking or feeling. What's there to talk about? We both know what 
happened."
"Maybe. But we've never talked about how it affected us."
He snorted softly. It was a long time ago. Why drag it up now?"
"Because, one way or another, that past is still affecting the both of us."
"The only affect it's having on me is the fact that you're mine, and only mine, 
until I say otherwise. He gave her a grin that was all wild wolf, all 
territorial. And you had better believe that this time, I will defend that 
right."
She raised her eyebrows at the anger so evident in his soft words. Did you hate 
sharing me with Jontee that much?"
"Yes."
"But wasn't that why I was targeted? Because I was sharing Jontee's bed?"
He looked away. Yes."
His answer came out clipped, as if she were tearing the words from his lips 
forcefully. Then your anger makes no sense."
"We shared a moon promise."
"A moon promise that had Jontee as the exception."
"Yes, he all but growled.
She stared at him for a moment and said, If I didn't know you better, I'd say 
that you were jealous of Jontee."
He gave her a brief look that could only be described as dark. Don't be 
ridiculous."
Amusement, and perhaps just a touch of elation, ran through her. Maybe the 
emotional side of their relationship wasn't as one-sided as she'd thought. She 
turned to face him, propping her hip against the railing. You were jealous. 
Then and now.
"I was there to do a job. Sharing you was part of that job."
"That doesn't answer the question of jealousy."
"But it is the only answer that matters."
"Not to me."
His gaze searched hers. Why?"
Because I loved you. Because I need to know if you even really liked me. She 
shrugged, feigning a casualness she suddenly didn't feel. Because jealousy 
suggests I was more than just a means to an end."
He didn't move, didn't seem to react in any way. Yet the air between them 
suddenly crackled with tension. And why does it matter to you?"
She stared at him for a moment, wondering how any man could be so obtuse. Did he 
really not know how she'd felt? Had he never really heard any of the things 
she'd said to him? Because you were more than just another dancer to me."
His sudden and all too brief smile was edged with a wistfulness that made her 
soul ache. He reached out and brushed her cheek. His touch was a fire that 
seemed to burn deep into her flesh, and his eyes filled with an intentness that 
made her legs feel weaker than water.
"Do you know how you were chosen as my target? he said softly, moving his hand 
down her neck and across her shoulder.
"No. Her voice came out breathless. She could barely even breathe, let alone 
talk, because every inch of her thrummed with desire. She needed him, and it 
wasn't the heady atmosphere of the club or the demands of the moon. It had never 
been the moon, not for her. Not then, and if she were honest, not now. It was 
the man.
"My boss handed me twelve folders. Inside were photos and information about each 
of Jontee's harem. He slid his hand around her waist and tugged her towards 
him, crushing her close. Heat pooled where his fingers pressed, where their 
bodies met.
"So you could have chosen anyone? She briefly closed her eyes, enjoying the 
warmth of the night, and the way the air conditioning brushed her skin with 
fleeting moments of coolness. Enjoying the caress of his fingers across her 
spine and the way his body seemed a perfect match for hers, touching all the 
right places with heated hardness.
"Twelve beautiful women and I had to choose only one. His lips were so close 
that his breath whispered across her lips, making them tingle, ache, for the 
touch of his. But for me, there was only one choice."
Her gaze rose to his again. Why?"
With his free hand, he caught several strands of the wig's short black hair, 
tugging on it lightly. Amusement ran fleetingly across his luscious lips. 
Because I loved the look of your hair. And because there was something in your 
eyes that spoke to the wildness in me."
"It was just a photo."
He nodded. A luscious photo of a nymph on a balcony."
"So it was lust at first sight?"
He hesitated. What else could there be?"
What else indeed, she thought. And even though she'd known what his answer would 
be when she'd asked the question, his words still scraped old hurts. Then why 
agree to the moon ceremony?"
He shrugged. I wanted you to be mine, and only mine. At least as much as 
possible without endangering my mission there."
"And there was nothing more than desire and an alpha's need to possess behind 
your decision?"
"There was no time for anything else."
They'd had two weeks togetherwhich was more than enough time if everything felt 
right. It had for her. And if we'd had the time?"
He shrugged again. Who knows?"
"Then you would have continued seeing me, if things hadn't happened the way 
they'd happened?"
"If you hadn't disappeared off the face of the Earth, you mean?"
"I mean, if you hadn't abused my trust the way you did."
He snorted softly. I only read your mind. Hardly an abuse of trust."
She pulled out of his arms. The night felt cooler without his touch. As cool as 
his expression. You really have no idea, do you?"
He reached for her again, but she slapped his hand away. He sighed, a sound 
filled with annoyance. An idea of what?"
"Are your parents or pack telepathic?"
"I cannot believe we keep coming back to this. He crossed his arms. And no, 
none of my immediate family is telepathic. What has that got to do with 
anything?"
"Nothing, other than the fact no one has taught you common courtesy."
"I'm an IIS officer. Part of my job is carefully entering the minds of others to 
read them. I've done it lots of time, and believe me, even when I've read other 
telepaths, they've been none the wiser."
She raised a skeptical eyebrow. Those other telepaths being the people who've 
trained you?"
"Yes. And what difference does that make?"
"They were ready for you, Cade. Had to be, because believe me, when a telepath 
raids another telepath's mind, it's never pretty and it's never easy."
"Unless you have the training."
"Training? She gave a short, sharp laugh. I was raised in one of the strongest 
telepathic wolf packs there is, for Christ's sake. Even my low-end shields are 
stronger than the average telepath's. What you did was nothing short of 
brutality."
"Quit being so melodramatic. I didn't force my way in, and I didn't rip through 
your shields because there weren't any."
"Really? Are you willing to bet on that?"
His eyes narrowed at the challenge. Yes."
"Right here, right now?"
"Yes. He uncrossed his arms and flexed his fingers.
She imagined he was doing the same mentally. Not that it would do him much good. 
She might not have Neva's mental strength, but she was still a product of her 
father, and her father was the head of their pack simply because he was the 
strongest.
"And what price would you be willing to pay? Her sudden grin undoubtedly had a 
nasty edge, because right at that moment she was feeling particularly nasty. 
How about if I'm right, you revoke your little addition to the moon promise?"
"No. His answer was immediate and obviously instinctive.
She felt like baring her teeth and growling in frustration. Why did this man 
always take, without ever being willing to give, even just this once? Afraid 
you'll lose?"
"You're mine, Vannah, and you will remain mine until I say otherwise."
"If you were so damn sure I belonged to you, you'd be letting me make the 
choice. But you aren't sure, are you? She snorted softly. I never took you for 
a coward"
She stopped, glancing down as movement near the door caught her eye. A 
big-busted blonde had entered the club. Dressed in a short skirt, a white tube 
top that flared brightly under the strobe lights, and what looked to be six-inch 
stilettos, the blonde definitely fit the wet-dream image Denny had given them.
She mentally cursed the woman's timing, but she looked back at Cade and said, I 
think our quarry just entered."
He made a low rumble that sounded as ominous as thunder, but he glanced 
downstairs. She fits the description."
She nodded, briefly watching the woman as she teetered on the edge of the steps. 
How do you want to play this?"
The dark look he cast her way suggested that this was the last game he wanted to 
play right now. We wait until she makes contact with Denny."
She nodded and leaned on the railing, her arms crossed as she watched the woman 
totter around the bar side of the dance floor. Stilettos aren't that woman's 
natural footwear."
"What makes you say that?"
"The fact that she looks ready to topple over at any minute."
"Well, it can't be easy walking with breasts that bountiful, he commented, his 
voice flat yet somehow hinting at amusement. And given her tight buns, the 
front to back weight ratio is way out of kilter."
Savannah looked at him. Laugh lines crinkled the corners of his eyes, lending 
his profile a sudden warmth. Though still angry with him, she couldn't help 
smiling. You're a breast man?"
"Any man is a breast man, and don't let them tell you otherwise. His gaze slid 
from her face down to her chest. Her nipples puckered under his scrutiny, and 
warmth flushed across her skin. However, I have always been of the opinion that 
a nice, plump handful is all that a man really needs."
"Just as well, seeing that a plump handful is all you're going to get when it 
comes to me."
He raised an eyebrow. Have I ever complained?"
"No. She frowned as the blonde stopped and reached into the small bag slung 
over her shoulder. But you've never complimented, either."
"Remiss of me."
"Very."
He glanced downstairs, then back at her. What if I say you have the most 
luscious breasts I've ever seen?"
"I'd say you were full of shit."
His sudden grin was unexpected and made her heart do an old, familiar dance.
"Is that the cop speaking or the woman? he asked, voice so low it seemed little 
more than a warm vibration across her skin.
"Both. The blonde had gotten out her phone and was searching the upper 
balconies as she talked. Looking for Denny, or someone else? Savannah frowned as 
the woman's gaze seemed to hesitate on her and Cade, lingering for too many 
seconds before moving on. We've been made."
"What? He looked down. How?"
The blonde was still talking on the phone, and though her gaze seemed to be on 
the dancers in front of her, the sudden tension in the way she stood suggested 
she was ready to flee given the slightest reason. And that reason would 
undoubtedly be a movement from Cade or Savannah. I don't know, but she's seen 
us. Or me, at least."
"Odd that she answered the phone before she apparently made us. He glanced at 
Savannah. It suggests an accomplice."
"Or that the person behind the threats is in this room. Yet if Tane didn't 
recognize her, why would anyone else here, especially dressed up as she was? 
Shall we wait or move?"
Before Cade could answer, the woman made the decision for them, slipping her 
phone into her bag as she turned around and headed toward the door. You go 
left; I'll go right, he said, thrusting away from the railing.
She nodded and headed left. Her stilettos clattered against the metal stairs as 
she ran down them, making enough noise that the dancers closest to her glanced 
up. Though Denny was one of them, there was no recognition in his eyes. At least 
that meant he'd probably still be here if she and Cade missed their quarry.
Ahead, the blonde was climbing the stairs and walking towards the door. She 
didn't seem to be in a hurry, meaning they either had the wrong woman, or she 
knew she had plenty of time to escape. Savannah was betting on the latter. If 
this woman was involved in the murders, then there would have been provisions 
for something to go wrong. The fiend behind the recent murders was too well 
organized to leave anything to chance.
Savannah ran along the edge of the dance floor, dodging the occasional 
overenthusiastic dancer or alcohol-affected patron. By the time she got to the 
steps, the blonde had already left the building. Cade was two steps behind her 
as she pushed the door open and ran out.
"There, he said, pointing left towards the flare of reversing lights.
They ran towards the truck as it reversed out of the parking spot. Savannah 
glanced at the plates, noting the number and the fact they were from Arizona. 
Before they could get any closer, the truck sped off, leaving them coughing in a 
cloud of burnt rubber and exhaust fumes.
Cade swore and thrust a hand through his hair. Our first solid connection to 
the murders, and we let her get away."
"I wouldn't call her a solid connection as yet, she said, her words wheezy as 
she tried to catch her breath. And at least we can track down the truck via the 
plate number."
"Not when it was wearing false plates."
She raised her eyebrows. How do you know that?"
"Because the second plate wasn't stuck on too well. Saw the corner of the real 
plate sticking out on the right edge."
She grimaced. At least we still have the truck. Even if that make and color 
was one of the more popular ones in Ripple Creek. She tugged off her wig and 
scratched irritably at her scalp. Of course, the question is whator whotipped 
her off?"
Cade glanced at her. Did anyone see you coming over here?"
"I was in wolf form, so it wouldn't have mattered."
"Maybe they were watching your apartment."
She frowned. They could just as easily have been watching your rooms. It'd be 
no state secret now that the IIS is in town, even if no one really knows why."
"I would have noticed a shadow."
Irritation swept through her. Meaning I wouldn't have? Her voice rose several 
notches without her meaning to.
The guard glanced their way. Keep it down, Cade said, as he waved a reassuring 
hand toward the guard. When he looked back at her, Cade's expression was a mix 
of annoyance and frustration. Meaning, you've had less experience in being 
tailed than me."
"Less experience doesn't mean no experience, she bit back. And I wasn't 
followed."
"Then how the hell did that womanwho I've never met and I presume you 
haven'tmake us?"
"I don't know."
"Someone must have followed one of us."
No one had followed her. She was sure of it. So what had given them away? She 
frowned, remembering the way the blonde's gaze had lingered on themor, more 
particularly, her. It suggested that she'd been the one recognized, rather than 
Cade. But how? With the wig and the costume, she looked nothing like herself. 
Someone from Rosehall might have recognized the shoes, but the darkness of the 
club precluded that.
Rosehall...
Oh, shit. She'd never worn this costume at Rosehall, but she had gotten it 
there.
"Someone recognized what I was wearing, she said, her voice void of the anger 
boiling within. Anger aimed at herself, at her own thoughtlessness. Yet, how 
could she have known, realistically, that there was any chance of the costume 
being recognized?
"What?"
"This outfit, she said, lightly flicking the chains wrapping the skirt. The 
resulting chimes sawed at her nerves and deepened her anger. It was given to me 
at Rosehall."
"By who? Jontee?"
If only. No. Besides, Jontee's dead and hardly in a position to recognize 
anything."
"Then who?"
She took a deep breath and released it slowly. Nelle James."


Chapter Eight 
Cade studied her for a long moment and then said slowly, Nelle James gave you 
that outfit?"
"Isn't that what I just said?"
Her voice held a mix of anger and defiance, and he smiled grimly. There was no 
need to reprimand her for her stupidity, because she was kicking herself hard 
enough. Meaning she's here in town?"
"I would have told you if she was, she snapped back, her green eyes flashing 
like a cat's in the darkness that surrounded them.
"Would you? I'm not so sure. After all, how well did he actually know her 
beyond the realm of the bedroom? The report Oliver had given him had contained 
very little information, and she'd pretty much kept mum about personal details 
in the brief time they'd been together at Rosehall. The only thing he knew about 
her was the fact that she and Nelle had been very close friends. And close 
friends didn't rat on each other, did they?
"I'm a ranger, she said, voice deceptively calm given how white her knuckles 
suddenly were. Don't you ever accuse me of not doing my job properly."
"I didn't"
"Then what the hell do you think making an accusation like that was?"
"I was trying to elicit an honest response, which I got."
"Bastard."
"I'm an IIS officer. That's what we do. He reached into his jacket pocket for 
his cell phone. Why don't you go talk to Denny while I see if I can get that 
truck tracked down?"
She stared at him for a second or two, her finger's flexing, as if she was 
debating whether to hit him or salute him. In the end she did neither, simply 
shoved the wig back on before walking away. He called Anton, but as he waited, 
his gaze was drawn to the enticing sway of her hips as she stalked toward the 
club. There was, he noted with amusement, something very alluring about the way 
a woman walked when she was angry.
"Hey, boss, Anton said, by way of hello. What's up?"
"I want you to head up to Main Street and cruise around for a dark blue truck 
being driven by a blonde in a sheer black dress. She'd be in her early to 
mid-twenties."
"Not exactly an unpleasant task. He paused, and Cade heard the sound of keys 
jingling and the quick murmur of conversation before a door slammed. Why are we 
looking for the blonde?"
"She was the woman who apparently asked the kid to leave the note on Ranger 
Grant's windshield."
"And she spotted you? Dressed as you were?"
"Either that or we were followed."
"You didn't have a tail. Trista checked after you left."
"Savannah swears no one followed her."
"Boss, no offense, but she's a ranger. She doesn't have the experience to spot 
someone as crafty as our boy appears to be."
So he'd tried to tell her, and he had earned a withering look and sharp words 
for his efforts. What's Trista doing?"
"Going back through the files, like you asked."
"Good. Give me a call if you spot the blonde in the truck, but don't pull her 
over. Just tail her."
"Will do."
Cade hung up and called Trista, asking her to come down to the club's parking 
lot with the crime scene kit. Given the extreme smell of burned rubber when the 
truck had taken off, there'd surely be skid marks evident. Even if they couldn't 
pick up the tread pattern, they'd at least get an idea of tire width, which, in 
turn, might give them some idea if the tracks left in the forest were a possible 
match. As he hung up from Trista, Savannah walked out of the club. Just watching 
her had him hard.
It was, he thought, a totally inconvenient situation. Yet one he 
couldn'twouldn'trelinquish. Not this damn time.
So, was it jealousy, like she'd claimed?
He didn't know. How could he, when he'd never experienced anything remotely 
resembling this emotion before he'd met her? But if jealousy could be classified 
as wanting to be the only one holding Vannah, the only one caressing her, loving 
her, then her accusation was probably right on the money. He'd never been good 
at sharing, that was for sure. As many of his brothers would undoubtedly 
testify.
She stopped well beyond his reach, but the cold night seemed to amplify her 
exotic scent. It touched his senses, warming him as quickly as any caress. Lord, 
it was just as well they'd taken the edge off the fever earlier; otherwise he'd 
be tearing off her clothes like some frenzied teenager new to the sport of 
loving.
"I've asked Ike to come down and tail Denny. Her voice was cool, professional, 
totally devoid of the heat he could see in her eyes.
Cade nodded. Could be he'll lead us to the blonde."
"I wasn't worried about him leading us to her. I was worried about his safety."
"I doubt he'd"
"You're willing to risk his life on a doubt? she cut in, the heat in her eyes 
now anger rather than desire.
"No. He paused. If that's the case, why use Ike to tail him? The kid's a 
little inexperienced, isn't he?"
"Maybe, but he's also closer to Denny's age than any of the rest of us. He won't 
look so out of place at some of Denny's haunts."
"People are going to recognize him, especially with that hair of his."
"He'll wear a beanie pulled down over it. Quite the fashion amongst teenagers at 
the momentor so he tells me."
Cade wasn't convinced but he kept his doubts to himself. After all, she knew her 
people better than he did. Did Denny have anything else to give us?"
"He did say that I looked hot. Amusement touched her lush lips, but it quickly 
faded. And he didn't meet her at the club, but rather the burger joint on 
Galena Street. Said she'd worked the night shift there, off and on, for the last 
couple of weeks. Thought I'd head over there now and check it out."
His gaze drifted down her leather-clad body, and his erection became positively 
painful as it pressed against the studs of his fly. Shifting his stance didn't 
help. If you go dressed like that, they're never going to look at you the same 
way again."
"And that could be a good thing, she muttered, blowing out a breath that lifted 
the silky black strands from her forehead. I'll change, naturally."
"Good. He didn't want anyone else ogling her any more than he wanted anyone 
else making love to her.
Was that a wolf's natural predatory instincts, or something else entirely? He 
didn't know.
Didn't want to know.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously. Just because the moon is on your side, don't 
think you can control all my actions."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
She snorted softly. Yeah, right."
He glanced at his watch and saw it was barely eleventhankfully, there was a lot 
of night left to sate his desire with her. Shall we meet back at your lodge by 
two? That gives us a few hours before dawn."
She opened her mouth as if to say something, then obviously thought the better 
of it and simply nodded. She walked away, calling to the wolf within even as she 
did so. He watched the fluid beauty of the change, as attracted to the golden 
wolf as he was the woman.
When her form was finally claimed by the shadows, he walked over to where the 
woman's truck had been parked. Moisture gleamed wetly on the road surface. He 
squatted, and dipped a finger into the fluid. Oil. From the size of the puddle, 
the truck had a sizable leak. He scanned the rest of the immediate area, but 
couldn't see anything else of use.
As he rose, lights swept into the parking lot, highlighting him in brightness. 
He threw up a hand to protect his eyes and tried to see if it was Trista or 
someone else.
The vehicle cruised slowly towards him, as if intent on keeping him pinned in 
the light. He frowned, an odd sense of unease creeping up his spine. He took a 
step back. As he did so, the engine gunned, and with a squeal of tires, the 
truck came hurtling towards him. He waited until it was clear that the truck 
wasn't going to swerve, then threw himself sideways. His shoulder crashed into 
the side of a nearby car, sending a shockwave of pain down his left arm. The 
truck clipped the car, metal screeched and then the car was skidding in his 
direction, jarring his arm a second time. Pain swirled through him, but he 
ignored it and backed away quickly from the two vehicles. The truck swung away, 
and the high beam of the lights no longer pinned him. He caught a glimpse of 
wild brown hair, dark glasses and a small pinched mouth before his gaze focused 
on something elsethe small crossbow hanging out the window. A crossbow armed 
with what looked like a wooden arrow.
He swore, spun around, and ran for the back of the car. Almost immediately he 
heard the soft twang as the arrow was released, then the hiss of air as the 
deadly weapon hurtled towards him. He wasn't going to make it to the end of the 
vehicle, even though it was less than a pace away. He threw himself to the 
ground in the hope the woman had aimed high rather than low, and the arrow would 
simply go over his head.
She hadn't aimed high.
The arrow hit his flesh just below the back of his knee, cutting through skin 
and muscle even as he crashed onto the asphalt. Pain rose like a tidal wave, 
swamping him in agony. White ash. The thought cut through the pain as quickly as 
the arrow had cut through his body, and with it came the taste of fear. White 
ash was particularly deadly to werewolves and shapeshifters. With the arrow in 
his flesh, he couldn't move in human form, couldn't shift to his wolf form. He 
couldn't do anything but grit his teeth against the urge to scream at the fiery 
agony swamping his system.
Yet, despite the pain, his senses were still working, because sound assaulted 
him. The deep rumble of the truck, which was still too close. Shouts coming from 
the direction of the club. Laughter, high and wild and oddly familiar. The growl 
of a wolf in attack mode.
He forced his eyes open. Saw a golden wolf in mid-flight, high off the ground, 
arrowing towards the truck. Hallucinating, he thought, blinking to clear the 
image. It didn't. The wolf crashed into the driver's door and teeth flashed, 
shining white in the black night. Blood spurted, a warm rich scent his nose 
caught swiftly on the breeze. There was a yelp of pain then the engine gunned 
and the wolf dropped back to the ground as the truck disappeared.
He closed his eyes and let his head fall back to the asphalt. Quick steps 
approached, but the pain was all consuming and he couldn't find the energy to 
force his eyes open a second time.
Cool hands touched his forehead, and the smell of exotic flowers swamped him. It 
did nothing to ease the pain, but by God, he was glad she was here.
Not that he could ever tell her that.
"Tane's gone to fetch the medikit and to call an ambulance, she said, her warm, 
sweet voice distant yet filled with concern.
Tell him to hurry, he thought, then her words impacted on his drifting 
consciousness. Who the hell was Tane? No one he knew, that was for sure. White 
ash, he hissed, shaking his head a little to clear the sweat from his forehead 
and try to keep himself from sliding into unconsciousness.
"I'm glad I managed to sink my teeth into the bitch, she muttered. At least 
the arrow missed everything vital."
There was no such thing as missing something vital, and they both knew it. With 
the white ash in his flesh he was as helpless as a day-old pup, and if the wood 
remained in his skin too long, it would poison him as surely and as swiftly as 
arsenic.
"Take it out, he ground out between clenched teeth. God, why was she even 
hesitating?
The chill of her touch had moved down to his leg. As much as he welcomed it, it 
was also excruciating. Even the gentle caress of her fingers against his jeans 
seemed to move the arrow deeper.
"The arrow's barbed, she said, her voice seeming to come from farther and 
farther away. I can't take it out. I can only push it through."
"Do it. It had to be better than the burning touch of the wood.
"You'll be maimed for days."
"And I'll be worse than maimed if you don't goddamn remove it."
"Cade, if one of the barbs breaks off"
I know, he interrupted, his words little more than a gasp of air, his flesh 
running with sweat and feeling like a furnace. Just do it."
She took a deep, shuddering breath and said. Tane, give me that knife you 
always keep down your boots."
Tane again. He sure as hell was going to find out who this person was. 
Considering she'd supposedly never come here before, she seemed awfully familiar 
with the man.
So, you are jealous, a voice whispered inside his mind.
A female voice, familiar and yet not.
No, he replied.
Then why claim her as you have? Why react so protectively when she talks to 
another male? 
She is mine.
She will never be yours unless she gives herself freely. And you are too afraid 
to allow it. 
Anger swept through him. Who the hell is this?
Someone who will whip your ass if you hurt my sister again.
You're Vannah's twin?
Yes.
How the hell did you get into my mind? He had shields. Good shields. Even those 
at the academy could never touch his thoughts unless he lowered some of his 
protection.
A distinctly unfeminine snort ran through his mind. Your shields are little more 
than what a pup would have in the golden pack.
But Savannah
Trusted you, which is why her shields were so low. And you abused that trust. 
For that pain alone I should whip you. 
Obviously, this woman had a thing about whipping. And does Vannah know you're in 
my head now?
A chuckle ran through his mind, then another voice, as cool as the hands that 
were now on his flesh, joined the first.
Goddamn it, Neva, you promised to behave. 
Vannah? Never, in all his time at training, had anyone told him it was possible 
to hold a three-way telepathic conversation.
Yes. Now shut up and brace yourself. Ready Neva? 
Yes. 
Alarm ran through him. Hang on, ready for wha
The rest of the sentence cut off as a force swept through him, capturing his 
mind, his control, wrapping him in a net as gentle as silk, yet one through 
which there was no thought, no pain, just endless floating.
Go, the gentle steel that was Neva's presence said.
The fire that was the white ash sliced through his flesh. It should have left 
him a screaming mess. It didn't. Though he felt the arrow's tearing path, it was 
a distant thing. The cocoon around his mind shielded him from all hurt, all 
agony, all sensation.
Vannah swore, but it was a far off sound that had no meaning. As were the words 
that followed. Cade, you have to shift shape to stem the blood.
Shift shape? Why should he? He was content floating
He's out of it, Neva said. I've shielded him from the pain, but the shock is 
still there. You want me ... ?
No. It had better be me. Vannah's voice held a grimness that sent a distant 
shiver of warning down his spine. He hates me anyway, so it won't matter.
He doesn't hate you, Sis.
Lust isn't like. It's quite possible to hate someone and still want them 
sexually, you know.
Ladies, he wanted to scream, I am here. I can still hear you. But the words in 
that part of his mind that was still his never touched the void, never reached 
the two women.
Do it, Neva said. It's getting harder to hold his mind.
Do what? he wondered.
Then suddenly, he knew. Because Vannah was in his mind, in his body, in his 
soul, invading his very essence as she called forth the wolf within. He wanted 
to rage against the intrusion, but his thoughts were still held in the cocoon of 
silky steel, and he could only scream in silent frustration as his body obeyed 
the call. Muscles and bone became fluid as his flesh shaped and reshaped itself. 
He'd barely even reached wolf form and Vannah was back, calling to the magic in 
his soul once again, bringing back the man.
Sleep, she whispered, somehow making it an order he had no choice but to obey. 
Sleep for now. We'll talk later.
You bet we will, he thought, and then sleep overtook him and he knew no more.
* * * *
Savannah took a deep, shuddering breath and sat back on her heels. Forcing him 
to change shape had a number of good affectsit had proven there were no white 
ash barbs in his flesh, and it had stopped the blood pouring from the wound. And 
the hole in his leg, while still bad, had at least partially knitted. Another 
change or two and he'd be able to put some weight on it. But for now, it was 
enough to get him to the hospital and have further tests done. She wouldn't put 
it past the bitch who'd fired the weapon to have tipped it in poison, just for 
the fun of it. Hell, what better way was there to make him suffer than to double 
the action?
She brushed the sweaty strands of hair from her forehead and mentally reached 
for her sister. Thanks for the help.
Anytime. But he's going to be angry.
Nothing new in that. 
Neva's sharp snort made Savannah wince. She hadn't gone that deep into someone's 
mind in ages, and it had taken a toll. Her head was booming, she felt kitten 
weak, and sweat still dribbled down her forehead. All she wanted to do was go 
home and rest, and she couldn't see that happening for a while yet.
Take care, Neva said. And remember to have full shields up when he wakes.
I've had full shields up since he arrived.
Good. Neva faded from Savannah's mind. She glanced at the still-slightly-shocked 
Tane. Thanks for helping."
"I didn't do much, except hold his leg steady. Tane's gaze skated down her body 
then leapt away again. Heat flushed across his cheeks. Damn, Savannah, you 
should dress like that more often."
"Hardly practical for a ranger, is it now? she said, gently reminding him of 
who she was. She reached for the coat he'd retrieved for her only minutes ago. 
And since my reason for being here is official, I'll have to ask you to keep my 
presence here to yourself."
He glanced past her for a moment. We've drawn a crowd. Someone will figure out 
who you are. He smiled slightly. Especially given the way you yelled at them 
all to shut up and just get back."
She smiled. Since I'm dressed like a nasty biker chick, maybe not."
He grinned. You may be right. Want me to do anything else?"
"Yeah, call the goddamn ambulance and ask them what's taking so long. And tell 
the crowd the action is over and to get back to dancing before the sheriff gets 
here and decides to arrest them all."
He raised an eyebrow. Would she do that?"
"If she's pissed off enough."
His grin widened. Tell me again why we fooled around a little but never 
officially went out?"
"Because you decided you preferred Genny with the legs that didn't seem to end."
"More the fool me, then."
He trotted off before she could reply, which was probably just as well. Glancing 
down, she brushed the sweaty hair from Cade's forehead, smiling a little when 
she saw the streaks of red staining his skin. The hair dye was coming out 
already, which was good, because she really did prefer his regular brown. On 
him, it was totally sexy. She let her fingers trail down his still heated cheek. 
Even in his sleep, he looked angry. Didn't the man ever relax?
Her fingers dropped to his lips, her smile growing as she remembered the way 
he'd kissed her, devoured her, only hours before. What was it between them that 
made sex so far beyond just good that it was almost off the Richter scale? Hell, 
she'd always enjoyed sex, there was no doubting that, but with Cade there was 
something else. Something special.
Lights swept into the parking lot, and she looked up. Relief ran through her 
when she saw it was the ambulance. A second car followed the emergency vehicle 
in, and her relief was replaced by annoyance as she recognized the gray Ford. 
Trista. That woman was not someone she wanted to see right now. According to 
Kelthe office's unofficial gossip collectorthe relationship between Cade and 
his second was more than just the friendliness of constantly working together. 
If that were trueand Savannah wasn't sure that it washow would Trista react 
seeing Cade bleeding and out of it?
Cade's assistant climbed out of the car. Savannah rose, getting out of the 
ambulance crew's way as they tended to Cade.
"Could you tape off the area? she asked, before Trista could say anything. A 
square up to that blue car should do it."
Trista's eyebrows rose. What that meant, exactly, Savannah wasn't sure.
"He called me here to check out a crime scene. Didn't sound like he was a part 
of it at the time."
"At the time, he wasn't."
"Our killer shot him?"
Savannah nodded. With white ash."
Trista's gaze flickered to where the bloodied arrow still lay on the ground, 
right next to the gleaming pool of Cade's blood. He or she means business."
"It was a she. And she didn't mean to kill him, just maim. She pointed to the 
crossbow and specks of blood still gleaming wetly on the roadside not far up the 
road. I tore that from her grasp as she sped off. The blood is hers."
Trista glanced at the weapon. When her cold, golden gaze returned, it was tinged 
by a hint of surprise. You attacked a moving car in wolf form?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because the wolf is faster than the human. A fact Trista undoubtedly knew.
"Then you weren't in the immediate area?"
"No. Savannah bit back her impatience as her gaze followed the stretcher 
bearing Cade toward the ambulance. I was heading back toward town."
"Then how did you know he was in trouble?"
She hesitated. How had she known? She shouldn't have, not with her shields on 
full. Yet she'd felt his desperation, his fear, had almost fallen in pain the 
moment the arrow had rent his flesh. Only anger and her own fear had kept her 
going, had kept her attacking. And the worst of it was she would have killed 
that woman if she'd had the chance. Would have ripped out her throat as easily 
as she'd torn through the woman's arm. A wolf defended its mate at any cost, and 
she'd been more than ready to do just that.
Except Cade wasn't her mate. Not in that sense, anyway.
She shrugged with a casualness she didn't really feel. Look, I just did. Do you 
want to go with your boss to the hospital while I seal off this area?"
"You go. I'll start proceedings here. Trista reached down into the bag she was 
carrying and pulled out the crime scene tape.
Her matter-of-fact tone and actions released the tension that had been 
imperceptibly tightening Savannah's muscles. She smiled wryly as she climbed 
into the back of the ambulance. Okay, so maybe Trista wasn't bedding her boss, 
despite the rumors. But her reaction to the mere thought that Trista might be 
one of Cade's lovers, on top of her instinctive attack on the woman in the 
truck, proved one thing. She wasn't anywhere near ready to get over the man.
So the question was, as Neva had asked, what was she going to do about it?
Fight for him, the wild part of her said. Fight to keep him, and don't let go. 
Not this time.
But the part of her that had offered him her heart, only to have him abuse it, 
trembled in fear. Was she really ready to do that to herself again?
I don't know. 
Was that the truth, or was she just lying to herself?
She braced herself as the ambulance took off, wincing a little as the siren's 
howl seemed to echo through her aching head. But it couldn't stop the questions 
tumbling endlessly through her mind.
Was she lying to herself?
Maybe.
Was she ready to face hurt again?
No, not really.
But if she didn't open herself up to the possibility of hurt, how could she open 
herself to love? She'd spent the last ten years cocooned in the safety of 
Ronan's arms, but the time had come for her to step free and take a risk again.
And maybe the simple truth was she had to take that risk with the one man she'd 
never really been able to forget. While Cade might not feel anything more than 
simple lust, she owed it to herself to at least find out. No matter how much the 
end result might hurt.
Because she still loved him. She could lie to her sister. She could even try 
lying to herself. But her instinctive reactions here tonight showed the truth.
Despite the ten years that had passed between them, despite her anger at his 
actionsthen and nowher heart still lay in his unfeeling hands.
Fate was a bitch; there was no doubt about it.
But the cards had been dealt, and it was far too late in the game to change 
them. All she could do was figure out a way to win the hand.
And maybe even the man.
* * * *
Awareness returned slowly. Pain hit firstnot sharp pain, just a muted, constant 
ache that thumped in time with the throbbing in his head. But gradually, sounds 
overtook his focus on the aches and he stirred. Somewhere to his left came the 
soft ticking of a clock, and from directly ahead, the squeak of a trolley being 
wheeled along and the murmur of distant voices. Close to his right came the slow 
inhale and exhale of someone sleeping.
It was a sound Cade would have recognized anywhere. He'd once spent his nights 
just lying beside Vannah, listening to her sleep. Wondering when the job that 
had become something of a dream come true would all come crashing down.
Which it had, all too soon.
Because of the lies that had stood between them. Because of who he was and what 
he had been there to do.
He opened his eyes. She was curled up in the chair next to him, wrapped in a 
blanket that covered her from neck to toe. She'd taken off the black wig, and 
her golden hair fell around her face, a silken shower that made his fingers itch 
with the need to just run through it.
Even though ten years had passed, in sleep she was still that innocent looking 
woman he'd met so long ago. And she was just as beautiful, even with the scar. 
Only when she was awake could you see the real change. Once, her green eyes had 
been filled with life and laughter. Now the only thing to be seen there was 
wariness and distance. And that made him sad. He might have been at Rosehall to 
do a job, but he'd tried to shield her as much as he could, even if she thought 
otherwise.
Part of him wished they could just start over againwished the history between 
them could be just swept away so that all that was left was intense attraction. 
It would have been fun to explore just where that attraction might have led. But 
he was who he was, and she was who she was, and the way they now interacted with 
each other was never going to change. He was too hotheaded, too possessive in 
nature, and she was too free spirited. It wouldn't have worked back then. It 
probably wouldn't work now.
He forced his gaze from her and looked around. White walls, white-sheeted beds, 
and white coated men and women walking past the door of his room. He was 
obviously in a hospital.
So why was he here? Memory hit even as the question went through his mind. He 
realized what had happened. What she'd done.
Anger surged through him, and his gaze jumped back to her. As if sensing his 
fury, her cool green eyes opened and she stared back at him. The defiance so 
evident in her gaze only fueled the fires of his anger to greater heights.
"You had no right to do what you did. Though he tried to keep his voice 
carefully neutral, anger crept through. Raiding his mind was one thinghe could 
hardly rail against the intrusion when he did it for a living himselfbut 
raiding his psyche, his very soul, was another matter entirely.
"I did it to save your life. Her voice was as cool as her eyes, yet he sensed 
an anger in her that was equal to his own.
As if she had anything to be angry about this time.
"You accuse me of mind rape, yet all I did was read your mind. What you and your 
sister did last night was a far worse kind of intrusion."
"You didn't just read my mind, Cade; you broke through several shields to do 
it."
"And you didn't?"
"We didn't break through. We parted."
"There's a difference?"
"There most certainly is."
He snorted. You sure you're not trying to justify your own actions?"
"No. And I can show you the damn difference if you want."
"I hardly think you could take my mind now that I'm awake and fully aware."
"Cade, you know jack when it comes to telepathy. The golden pack has had 
centuries of training behind them. We've forgotten more than your goddamn 
teachers at the academy will ever learn."
The academy had some of the best telepaths in the States as trainers. Granted, 
none were from the golden packs, but that didn't mean they were any less 
capable. You have no idea what you're talking about, woman."
Her eyebrows rose. Meaning you're willing to partake in a little 
demonstration?"
"Anytime, babe."
She snorted softly. If you weren't still recovering, I'd give you a goddamn 
lesson right here."
"Oh, don't worry. I'm feeling fit enough not only to repel an intruder, but give 
her a lesson in real psychic strength."
Her gaze narrowed, her beautiful eyes becoming little more than green slits of 
anger. You are such an arrogant sod. Maybe I should have let you bleed to 
death."
"So why didn't you? he snapped back. At least then you'd be free of the moon 
promises."
She flung the blanket away and stood up. He caught a brief flash of long golden 
legs before the black leather coat she was wearing fell into place around them.
"You know, you're right. I'm a fool for not even thinking of that."
"I'm surprised it wasn't your first consideration."
She stopped near the window and crossed her arms. The rising light of day warmed 
her skin and made her hair shine like a beacon. My first consideration was 
actually marking the bitch who'd shot you."
"And did you? Hopefully, something good had come out of this mess.
"Of course. The brief look she threw his way was almost caustic. I tore her 
arm and retrieved the crossbow. Trista is running a check on the prints she 
pulled off it."
"Has anyone presented to the emergency room with wolf bites?"
"No. Ronan's contacted the local doc and asked him to advise us if anyone comes 
to him."
"Good. We have a line on either of the trucks or drivers yet?"
"Not from my people. Your people are hardly likely to inform me if they have, 
are they?"
"We are a team on this"
"No, you and your people are the team. My staff and I are just the convenient 
footmen. And it's working against us, Cade. We need to pool resources and work 
together to catch these people."
"The IIS has more than enough experience"
"This isn't your normal murder scenario. This is about you and me and making us 
pay for the supposed sin of bringing Rosehall down. These people know us"
"Of course they know us, he broke in, arguing the point even though he knew she 
was right. Nelle James is behind the attacks. She was your best friend, the one 
you confided inincluding the reason I was there."
"It wasn't Nelle James in that truck."
"You sure of that? Or are you still trying to protect her?"
Heat warmed her cheeks. Anger, he sensed, not embarrassment. Unless Nelle has 
had a face lift that has taken more than twenty years off her appearance, then 
yes, I'm sure."
He frowned. What do you mean?"
"Nelle was twenty years older than me, which means she'd be close to fifty right 
now. The woman in the truck had to be in her twenties. She was also blonde 
underneath the wig she was wearing."
His eyebrows rose. We have two blondes?"
"Apparently so. She crossed her arms. I gave a description to Trista when she 
was in here earlier. I presume she'll inform you if she finds a match. In the 
meantime, I have a burger joint to check out."
He flung off the blankets. I'll come with you."
"I don't think so."
"You are not wandering out there alone."
"I won't be alone. Ronan will be with me."
"No, he won't. He forced himself into an upright position. Even such a small 
amount of movement had him puffing like he'd run a marathon and as dizzy as 
hell.
"You lost a lot of blood last night. You need rest, not exertion."
"I need to find out who this killer is. Needed to be with her as much as 
possible, while the moon was on his side.
She walked across to the bed, her steps a tattoo of sound that seemed to echo 
through his head. Stop the macho act and just be sensible. She pressed a hand 
against his shoulder and pushed him back. The ease with which she did it spoke 
of his weakness. If you rest, you can be out of here tonight."
He caught her hand and raised it to her lips, kissing her fingers. Desire 
stirred the airhis and hers. I intend to be. We have a night to make up for."
She raised an eyebrow, a teasing light in her eyes. You've been shot, we have 
no idea who the killers are, and you're worried about sex? She shook her head. 
You're incredible."
He grinned wolfishly and tugged her towards him. She resisted for a fleeting 
second, and then she allowed herself to be pulled onto the bed. Her body pressed 
heat into his side, and even the muted aches gave way to the quick burn of need 
for her.
"Oh, I intend to be incredible, he said softly, the rich scent of summer 
flowers filling his nostrils as his lips brushed hers.
She raised her free hand and ran her fingers down his cheek, her touch as tender 
as her expression. You always were."
"Then why did you keep going to Jontee? Even as the words left his mouth he 
realized his stupidity. Yet it was a question he needed the answer to.
She pulled away, her tender expression fading as quickly as it had appeared. 
Because I made a promise."
"You made a promise to me, too."
"Yes, but my promise to Jontee predated the one to you."
He shifted position, trying to get comfortable, trying to control the 
instinctive anger running through him. If he let that anger loose, he'd never 
get an answer to the one question that had haunted him through the years.
"If what we shared was so good, why did you even need to fulfill your promise to 
Jontee?"
"Because I don't believe in breaking promises."
"Even at the risk of losing something that could have been special?"
She studied him for a moment, her expression giving little away. Yet he could 
feel the tension in her, the indecision. Was it special? she said eventually. 
For you, I mean."
"It was good, he said. Good enough that I didn't want to share it, or you, 
with anyone else. Yet you made me. His gaze caught and held hers, demanding 
that she answer and put to rest the one question he'd silently asked every night 
for the last ten years. I just need to know why."
She crossed her arms. I was at Rosehall for six months before I became one of 
Jontee's true believers. Part of the ceremony was a promise to share his bed for 
a year."
"Was it a magical bond?"
"No. But Jontee was very powerful. Very ... hypnotic. You wanted to please him, 
wanted to do as he asked."
"So why make a moon promise with me?"
She didn't answer for several minutes, just stared at him, as if debating 
within. Then she blinked and looked away. You have to understand, she said 
softly. I wanted to be with just you, but I was also very afraid."
"Of what? Me? He couldn't help the incredulity in his voice. While you and I 
might never agree as to whether my reading your mind that night had been a form 
of rape, you surely had to know I'd never actually hurt you. Not physically. And 
not even mentallynot intentionally, anyway."
And he would have killed any man who did.
Her gaze returned to him. I wasn't so much afraid of you, but what I was 
feeling. What I was doing. I was eighteen, for Gods sake, and just beginning to 
explore my sexuality. What I found with youthe sheer power of what was going on 
between usscared me. So I guess I hedged my bets and kept seeing you both."
"And yet you claimed to love me. That's a strange sort of love, Savannah."
Something flickered in her eyes, something he couldn't identify. I thought you 
didn't hear me say that."
"I heard it. I just didn't believe it."
Her eyes widened a little. Why not?"
"Because how can you say you love one man when you continue to fuck another?"
It was a harsh thing to say, yet he didn't regret it, even when he saw the flash 
of hurt in her lovely eyes. Because it was the truth. Love wasn't just words, it 
was actions, and her actions simply hadn't matched what she'd said. If he ever 
said he loved a woman, it would be because he was utterly and totally sure. It 
would be forever.
"That's unfair, she said softly, the hurt he'd seen in her eyes lightly 
touching her voice. You're six years older than me. You'd already had your 
chance to explore when you came to Rosehall. You cannot expect the same sort of 
maturity from someone who has only just begun to experiment."
"Love doesn't change its boundaries according to age, Vannah. It just is."
"So I was just supposed to give my heart, my soul and my body to a man who was 
only there to catch a killer, even though he never once admitted to any feeling 
other than desire? She shook her head. I may have been young, and I may have 
been emotionally immature, but I wasn't a total fool."
"So why did you say you loved me when you weren't even sure?"
"Maybe I was just caught up in the moment. She glanced at her watch and screwed 
up her nose. As much as I'd love to continue this discussion, I have to go meet 
Ronan and interview the diner's owner. She hesitated, then added, Steve's on 
guard duty outside your door. He'll keep all but your team and the assigned 
nurse and doctor out."
"And me in?"
"Most definitely, she said, and we will continue this conversation, Cade, 
because I really believe it's important for us both."
She walked out before he could reply. He blew out a breath, and wondered why he 
felt more drained after that conversation than he ever had after chasing 
criminals.
"Geez, I wouldn't mind a bit of that action, Anton said, walking through the 
doorway but looking over his shoulder. Cade had no doubt as to who he was 
looking at.
"Don't even try it, he warned softly.
Anton's grin flashed. Looks like Trista's won the bet."
Cade bit down on his annoyance. What bet?"
"I said our ranger wasn't your type. Trista said it was obvious the two of you 
were at it like wolves in moon heat. Looks like she was right."
And here he'd thought he'd been discreet. I do not appreciate my love life 
being the topic of conversation when we have a murderer to chase down."
"Hey, if you play on work time, then it's fair game. Your rules, not mine."
Damned by his own words, though he'd never actually thought they'd ever apply to 
him. For ten years he'd managed to keep his sex life and his work life separate. 
Until now. Until he'd again met the one woman who'd always blurred the lines 
between what he had to do and what he wanted to do.
"What's happened while I've been out of it?"
"Tests came back from the arrow. Anton's voice was deceptively mild. Meaning, 
Cade knew from past experience, he was highly amused. But then, Anton had a 
warped sense of humor. You'll be pleased to know the tip wasn't poisoned."
Considering he was still here and not dead, that was pretty obvious. What 
else?"
"We got no prints from the arrow, but we did pull several from the crossbow. And 
we found a match in the data system. Anton held out a file.
Cade accepted it and opened it up. This blonde wasn't the one who'd walked into 
the nightclub, though there were certainly similarities. Her name was Lonny 
Jackson and she was a member of the cream pack from the Merron reservation over 
in Wyoming. Later addresses included Laramie, Wyoming and Colorado Springs, and 
each of those cities have outstanding warrants against her for failing to pay 
minor fines. He glanced up at Anton. The rangers seen this yet?
"Just downloaded it, so no."
"Show them. They can do the footwork again. Ranger Grant is checking the diner 
where the other blonde was apparently working."
Anton's eyebrows rose. So we do have two? I'd thought Trista might have heard 
our ranger wrong."
"She didn't. And the woman who bribed the kid to leave the note looks enough 
like Lonny Jackson to be her sister."
"According to that file, Lonny Jackson doesn't have a sister."
"Dig deeper, because I'm sure there's a connection between the two. It's just 
too much of a coincidence, otherwise. And while you're digging, do a background 
check on Lonny Jackson's mother. Get me picture, if you can."
Anton grinned. Got another itch, huh?"
"Just a suspicion. In truth, the only thing he was positive of was the fact 
that Nelle James was involved somewhere in all this. She might not have been 
spotted yet, but he could feel her close. It was like an itch he couldn't quite 
scratch. There'd always been something malevolent about the womansomething not 
quite right. Whether she was the force behind the original murders and the 
current ones was open to conjecture, but regardless, he still believed there was 
more to Nelle James than the motherly front she'd presented to the world at 
large.
"Did you find the truck last night?"
"Half this town drives blue trucks. None of the ones I found was being driven by 
a near naked blonde, unfortunately."
"It was worth a shot. He glanced down at the file again and frowned. He picked 
up the photo, shifting it a little closer to the light. You know, Jontee 
McGuire also came from the Merron cream pack."
"His mom did. Jontee left when he was quite young, though."
"Fifteen isn't that young. Not when it came to someone like Jontee, who was 
once described as old man crazy, simply because he was far more mature 
mentally than his years. Of course, much of that was due to his upbringing. It 
seemed the cream pack weren't all that tolerant of half breeds, even if the 
wolf in question was the result of force rather than choice. Jontee had no 
choice but to grow up fast, and according to the psych guys, didn't really know 
the true meaning of realitythough that fact hadn't saved him in court. Nor had 
the innate charm that Savannah had talked about. Maybe it's my imagination, but 
there was something in the woman's cheekbones and chin structure that reminds me 
of Jontee."
"Jontee never had kids, as far as we know."
"There were none at Rosehall, that's for sure. Rosehall had been all about 
dreams and freedom, and children represented a reality most there didn't want to 
know about. But that doesn't mean Jontee couldn't have had kids earlier. He was 
close to forty by the time we caught him, so he was certainly old enough."
And revenge for perceived wrongdoings to a father was certainly a good motive 
for murder.
"If he did have kids, why weren't they listed as next of kin in his files?"
"Who knows? Maybe he didn't want his crimes wrecking his kid's lives."
Anton's expression suggested he wasn't buying that. I'll contact the ranger in 
Merron and see if he can add anything to what we have."
Cade nodded. Any word from Hart yet?"
"He's due to arrive in a couple of hours."
"Get him to set up the van at the Ranger's station. It'll be more secure there."
"You don't think this pair will go as far as attempting to destroy evidence?"
"Who knows, but I'm not taking any chances. I want everyone to pair upwith the 
rangers if you have towhenever you're on the street."
Anton nodded. You realize that'll mean letting them in on the investigation 
more than we usually allow."
"This case is somewhat different than normal. Actually, call a general meeting 
of both teams for eight tonight. It's time we started fully cooperating."
"I can hear the IIS management having apoplexies at the mere thought."
Cade smiled. Have you done the crosscheck on Oliver?"
"Yes. Nothing out of the ordinary so far. I'm digging deeper."
"See if you can get into his bank accounts and check the statements. I want to 
know if there was any unusual banking activity around the Rosehall time."
Anton raised his eyebrows. You really do think he's involved, don't you?"
He shrugged. It's just the lack of information that's bugging me. If it wasn't 
Oliver, then someone else was trying to screw the investigation."
"They didn't do a good job, then, because Jontee was caught."
"Presuming Jontee was the sole murderer. I don't think he was."
"A statement, I gather, that is in the file notes we can't find."
"Conveniently."
"But you read his mind, didn't you?"
"Yes. And I have no doubt he did murder those people. But he didn't do it 
alone."
"What makes you so sure?"
"His own memories. He was always handing the drained blood to someone else to 
drink. He never drank it himselfhated the taste of it."
"As most wolves do. Anton paused. You never saw this other person?"
"Never."
"So were his memories faulty, or erased?"
"Knowing what I know now, I'd say deliberately smudged. Erasing them totally 
would have been too obvious."
"So who else do you think was involved?"
"The one woman we could never track down. He took out the photo of the woman 
and handed Anton the rest of the file. Nelle James."
"The great unknown. Anton tucked the folder under his arm. Have you talked to 
Ranger Grant yet?"
"I intend to, once I get out of here."
"Good. Because I think she might be able to give us some clues."
So did he. The trick was going to be resisting the moon fever long enough for 
her to answer his questions. He swung his legs off the bed, waited until the 
quick bout of dizziness eased, then stood and walkedor rather limped, and 
badlyover to the small wardrobe to retrieve his clothes.
"Boss, I don't think you getting up is a good idea."
"Me lying in bed while a killer runs around creating mayhem isn't, either."
"Ranger Grant has left orders"
"Ranger Grant's orders cannot override mine. He glanced at Anton. I need your 
truck."
Anton studied him for a moment then handed over the keys. Ranger Grant is not 
going to be happy."
"Right now, her happiness is not my first priority. Finding this killer and 
ensuring we both survive is."
The time to worry about happiness could come later. Until then, he wasn't even 
going to consider the possibility.
* * * *
Savannah pushed the diner's door open to the sound of a distant chime, and she 
was immediately assaulted by the mouthwatering aroma of frying onion. She 
breathed the scent in deeply as her stomach rumbled a noisy reminder that she 
hadn't eaten in a while.
"Now, there's a smell that always makes me hungry, Ronan said as he followed 
her inside. How about we prop here for break? My treat."
Savannah grinned. If I'm seen eating here, word will get back to my old man. 
And you know the trouble that will cause."
"What are people going to think, he said, imitating her dad's gravely tone to a 
tee, when they spot you eating at the opposition? It's just not good enough, 
Savannah."
She chuckled softly. It's never good enough, apparently."
"His trouble is that he runs his family the way the runs this towninflexibly."
Her amusement died. True. But he means well."
Ronan propped his butt on one of the counter stools and gave her a deadpan look. 
Meaning well almost caused Neva to lose Duncan. Meaning well drove you from 
town when you were seventeen."
She shrugged. That's different."
"It's not, you know. He picked up a toothpick from the small container on the 
counter and fiddled idly with it. Are you ever going to confront him about his 
actions?"
"I have."
"I mean for you, not for Neva."
She grimaced. It really doesn't matter anymore."
"It does when it stops you from fully jumping into a relationship you 
desperately want."
She glanced at him sharply. That's not true. I'm planning for Cade to hang 
around long after this investigation is over."
"Good girl."
She poked her tongue out at him, and he grinned.
"But, he continued, that doesn't answer the question. Do you intend to tell 
your old man about Rosehall and Cade?"
"Definitely Cade."
"But not Rosehall? He caught her hand and squeezed it gently. You never were a 
coward, Savannah. Don't start being one now."
"I've always been a coward, she refuted softly. I ran from Cade ten years ago 
rather than face up to what we'd both done. I came straight home and hid the 
wilder part of me, afraid of what others might think. And I'm still afraid of 
telling my old man about Rosehall and my time there."
"You did nothing wrong."
"He won't see it that way."
"Maybe he needs to. Maybe if he realizes it was his rigid rules that drove you 
from town in the first place, it might make him rethink his current views."
She laughed. My dad? I don't think so. She glanced past him as a short woman 
with graying hair came through a doorway wiping her hands on a tea towel.
The woman smiled brightly. What can I do for you two loves?"
"We wouldn't mind a couple of burgers with those onions you're frying up, 
Savannah said, And we'd like to speak to the owner or manager, if that's 
possible."
"Two burgs with the lot, Frank, the woman yelled, and then she rested her 
fleshy hands on the counter as she studied them. And I'm both. What can I do 
for you?"
"Rangers Grant and Harris, she replied, showing the woman her badge even though 
the ranger uniform made it obvious who they were. We believe you've had a young 
blonde woman working the night shift here for the last few weeks."
The woman snorted. Working is a term I'd use loosely when it comes to that 
young tart, but yeah, she was here. Why? What has she done?"
"We believe she might be able to help us with a current investigation. Savannah 
hesitated. Can you tell us a bit about her?"
"She said her name was Candy Jackson. What mother in her right mind names their 
kid Candy these days, I ask you? No wonder the woman was a flake."
Savannah resisted the urge to smile. Flake in what way?"
"Always chatting up the customers, always asking stupid questions, never 
actually doing half the things she was supposed to do."
She shared a glance with Ronan. Maybe they'd just got their first really good 
lead.
"What type of questions? he asked.
The woman shrugged. About the different packs, who ran them, and who was on the 
council. She hesitated and frowned. You know, I heard her asking people about 
you and your family, Ranger Grant. Seemed awfully interested in where you all 
lived and what you all did. Not that it's hard information to find out, like. 
All anyone with half a brain had to do was pick up a phone book or check out the 
town's website. You and your dad are prominent."
True, but whoever committed the recent murders obviously wasn't overburdened 
with a logical mind. Have you seen her recently?"
The woman shook her head. She was supposed to report in last night, but she 
didn't. She's out the door if she actually does show her face. Help may be hard 
to find, but I'm not that desperate."
"Don't suppose you can give us her address?"
The woman considered them for a moment and nodded. I don't suppose I owe her 
any loyalty, that's for sure. Hang on a sec, and I'll get her records."
She was back within a few minutes, carrying two bagged burgers but no paperwork. 
Someone's been through my files, she said, her expression annoyed. Everything 
I had on her is gone."
Savannah blew out a frustrated breath. They were always one damn step behind. 
Don't suppose you can remember her address?"
The woman frowned, then leaned back and bellowed, Frank, where did Blondie live 
again?"
"Summit Street, a rough voice replied.
She exchanged another glance with Ronan. Summit Street just happened to be where 
Lana Lee had died as her house burned down around her. Coincidence? Instinct 
said no.
"Don't suppose she mentioned anything about her personal life? Friends? Family?"
The woman screwed up her nose. Not really. I think she was from Merron, one of 
them cream wolves they have over there, but she never mentioned kin or anything. 
Though when she wasn't out here chatting, she did seem to spend an awful lot of 
time on the phone."
Meaning they had better try to get hold of the phone records. How come you 
didn't sack her if she was so bad?"
The woman sniffed. Bad help is sometimes better than no help. And she did bring 
the men in. Customers are customers. She glanced pointedly at the burgers.
Savannah grinned as Ronan took the hint and shelled out some money. Thanks for 
your help."
"Anytime, rangers. Anytime."
They grabbed the food and headed out the door. Savannah stopped near a bus stop 
seat and began unwrapping the burger. Mmm, she said, as she took a bite and 
all the rich juices flowed into her mouth. The mysterious Frank can cook."
"That he can, Ronan agreed around a mouthful of food. What next? We cruise 
over to Summit Street and hope to get lucky?"
"Candy was driving a blue truck last night. If we don't find that, we knock on 
doors. She paused to take another bite. And perhaps we should revisit Rex and 
see if he ever saw a blonde visiting Lana."
"You think there's a connection between the two?"
"I think there is. She screwed up her nose. But there's no logical reason for 
thinking so at the moment."
"We've all learned to trust your illogical jumps. Well, all of us except Ike, 
but he's still green."
His words sent a chill running through her. For a moment it felt as if death 
herself had reached out and caressed her soul. Her appetite fled, and it was all 
she could do to force down the food she had in her mouth.
"Has Ike reported in yet? She tossed the remainder of the burger into the 
nearby bin.
Ronan shook his head. Not that I know of. He hesitated, eyeing her, his 
expression suddenly concerned. You want me to call the station?"
She nodded. If he hasn't reported in, get Bodee to do a drive around and see if 
he can spot him. I'll call his mom."
She grabbed her cell phone from her pocket and quickly dialed Ike's home number. 
Maureen, she said, when his mom answered. Is Ike home?"
"No, she said, her concern coming down the line loud and clear. He didn't come 
home at all last night."
Oh fuck ... She closed her eyes and tried not to panic. Ike, for all his faults, 
for all his eagerness, was sensible. And he could protect himself. He was 
working late last night. He's probably fallen asleep somewhere. Tell him to call 
me as soon as he gets home."
"Will do, Savannah."
She hung up and swung around. And saw two things.
Cade was across the road and limping towards them.
And a big blue truck was hurtling down the street.
Not at Cade.
Not at her.
At Ronan.


Chapter Nine 
"Ronan! she screamed desperately. Watch out."
He swung around at her warning, and in one of those snapshot moments where 
everything seemed to stop, she realized he'd never get out of the way in time. 
The truck was too close and going far too fast.
Her best friend was going to die if she didn't do something to stop it.
"No, she screamed, to the driver, to fate herself. She dropped her phone, the 
plastic casing smashing on the pavement, the tiny shards glittering like tears 
as the sun caught them. She picked up the nearby metal trash can, and with a 
grunt of effort, she hauled it over her head and threw it at the approaching 
truck.
The trash can turned end over rim, spewing rubbish everywhere as it flew through 
the air, seeming to go fast as everything else slowed down around her. Like a 
dreamer caught in the middle of a nightmare, she saw the brown-haired driver's 
mouth drop and her fingers clench and haul at the wheel. Watched the trash can 
smash into the windshield, sending hundreds of spider-like cracks webbing across 
the glass. Heard the squeal of tires as the truck turned sharply. Saw the fender 
hit Ronan. Heard his grunt of pain. Watched him fly backwards like a broken 
sack.
Then everything reeled to full speed. The truck was gone, people were screaming, 
and all she could see was Ronan lying on the pavement.
Not moving.
No, no, no. God, no. He can't be dead. He can't 
Hands were on her, shaking her. She blinked and looked up. Cade, white-faced and 
fear in his eyes.
But she couldn't allow herself to think about that yet. Not until she knew.
"I'm fine. I'm fine." But Ronan wasn't. She knocked away Cade's grip, ducked 
under his arms and ran to Ronan. Dropping to her knees beside him, she touched 
his neck, feeling for a pulse. It was thereracing, but strong.
Relief ran through her, washing the strength from her and leaving her feeling 
momentarily weak. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. That didn't do 
much to ease the sick churning in her stomach as she said, Someone get an 
ambulance."
Her voice sounded so calm, so official. Odd when she felt so fragmented.
A hand touched her shoulder and squeezed gently. She knew who it was without 
looking. The heat of him, the scent of him, filled her senses, even as strength 
seemed to flow from his fingertips.
She looked up and smiled. His expression was as stony as his navy eyes. It only 
took her a moment to realize why. Her reaction had reinforced his believe that 
she loved Ronan.
Which she did, but not in the way he believed.
Before she could say anything to Cade, Ronan groaned and opened his eyes.
"Forget the ambulance. I'm fine. He rolled onto his back, his breath hissing 
through clenched teeth. Well, fine except for the fact that it feels like a 
hundred elephants have been racing up and down my body."
"You're lucky, Cade said, moving around to squat on the opposite side of Ronan. 
If Savannah hadn't thrown that trash can, you probably wouldn't be alive right 
now to complain about the elephants."
Ronan's gaze met hers and he smiled. That's one I owe you, then."
"Anytime, my friend. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently, more to 
reassure herself than him. But you are, however, going to the hospital to be 
checked out, and then Steve is going to escort you home and watch over you while 
you rest."
"Steve? God, he smells worse than a distillery these days."
"He doesn't drink on the job, she said mildly. And it's either Steve or you 
get out of town."
"I'll take Steve."
She figured as much. Ronan wasn't one to leave a job half done. Or her 
unprotected.
"But, he continued, you'd better follow up our lead."
"I will. She glanced up at Cade. The blonde who bribed Denny went by the name 
of Candy Jackson, and she apparently lives over on Summit Street."
He raised an eyebrow. Interesting. Seems the other blonde goes by the name of 
Lonny Jackson."
"Sisters?"
"Could be. He glanced past her as the wail of approaching sirens came to a 
sudden halt and doors slammed. Except according to records, Lonny doesn't have 
a sister."
"Merron doesn't always register half-breeds, or even their get, Ronan said. So 
if she's not full wolf, maybe that explains why there's no record of a sister."
"What? Savannah and Cade said together.
"That's illegal, she added. All wolf births have to be registered. The 
reservation's fined by the government otherwise."
"Law or not, it happens. Merron's a big reservation and the Government's head 
counters never see half the people living there. He paused to cough and winced 
in pain. When he continued on, his voice was a little hoarser. But he squeezed 
her hand reassuringly. The head of the council is crazier than your old man, 
Sav, and he has a bee in his bonnet about half breeds. If you're not pure, 
you're not a wolf, so he doesn't believe they should be registered."
"But even human births have to be registered."
"He doesn't consider them human, either, but rather an abomination."
"Oh God, you're not saying he condones infanticide?"
"Let's just say that those who keep their half-breed are not supported by the 
council in any way."
"How do you know this? Cade asked. It's certainly not something I've heard, 
and we've handled several investigations at Merron."
Ronan's gaze went to Cade. Friend of mine grew up there. He looked back at 
Savannah. Mikel. Might be worth talking to him."
"I will. She looked around as the EMTs approached, then squeezed Ronan's hand 
and released him.
"Meeting like this is getting to be a habit, the first of the two men said 
cheerfully as he bent to tend to Ronan.
"One I hope to break. Her voice was dry as she stepped back to give him more 
room.
Cade rose and stood beside her. His arm brushed hers, only lightly, yet little 
shocks of electricity seemed to run up her arm and tingle down to her 
fingertips.
"Steve needs his ass kicked for letting you out, she said, without looking at 
him.
His grin was something she felt deep inside. A warmth that spread like wildfire 
through every nerve ending and made her hunger. I threatened to haul his ass to 
court and charge him with obstruction of justice if he didn't move."
"Not even the IIS can make a charge like that stick."
"So he said. I asked him if he wanted to risk it. He apparently didn't."
She looked at him. You don't play nice."
His expression was hard. I'm not paid to play nice."
"And do you not play nice on all your missions? Or are there some that tempt you 
to do more than you should? Want more than you should? She raised her eyebrows, 
silently challenging him to answer honestly.
He studied her long enough to make her think he wasn't going to answer. Then he 
smiled with regret, and said, There was one that became more than a job."
"How much more?"
He shrugged and looked away. It doesn't really matter."
"It does to me."
"Ronan's loaded into the ambulance. We'd better get moving. He walked away from 
her, heading away from the truck. She grabbed his arm and tugged him in the 
right direction. I'm driving. Why won't you answer the question?"
"Why did you run from Rosehall?"
"I've already told you. I was afraid. She unlocked the truck and opened the 
door for him. He climbed in awkwardly, wincing a little and grabbing at his 
injured leg.
"If that starts bleeding, she added, you're going straight back to hospital."
"Not before we catch this killer. As she climbed into the driver's side and 
started the engine, he added, If you did really love me, you would have 
stayed."
She swung into the traffic and headed towards Summit Street. Let's try a little 
reverse psychology. Let's say you were eighteen and just beginning to explore 
the boundaries of your sexuality. You fall for a much older woman"
"Six years is not that much older."
"When you're eighteen, twenty-four is almost a quarter of a century and that's 
old. She grinned, but it faded quickly. You thought you loved that woman, but 
then she turned around and did something your upbringing tells you is abhorrent. 
You're left thinking there's no way she could have done that if she'd felt even 
the tiniest bit of caring. She glanced at him. Would you have stayed, or would 
you have run?"
His gaze raked her, but his expression gave little away. She was tempted, so 
very tempted, to just ease into his mind and uncover his thoughts, but that was 
something she'd sworn never to do, not without good cause, anyway. And no matter 
how badly she might want to know what he was thinking, he had the right to his 
privacy.
Something those at that academy of his never thought to mention.
"If I have to answer honestly, then I don't know. I'm not you, Vannah. I will 
never react to a situation the same way you would."
"So you've never been in love?"
"No. And I don't believe you were, either. I read your thoughts, remember. Or 
raided them, as you keep insisting."
"You read some of my thoughts, she refuted softly. The shields of a wolf from 
the golden pack work in interwoven layers rather than the straight levels of 
power that you have. It works better, simply because it is harder to break 
through. She glanced at him. You have only three levels. I have nearly eight."
Incredulity briefly touched his eyes. Why would any telepath need so many?"
"You try living in a pack that's totally telepathic. It's a requirement, believe 
me."
"I thought your pack didn't believe in raiding another's mind."
"We don't. But that doesn't mean it doesn't happen. She hesitated, and then 
said, Was Rosehall the job that became more?"
"You know it is."
"If I knew, I wouldn't be asking. You gave me nothing, Cade. Well, nothing 
except great sex."
"I gave you three days."
She frowned. What do you mean?"
He blew out a breath. I had a job to do and a time in which to do it. I missed 
that deadline by three days, simply because I was afraid of the consequences. 
And because of that, another person died."
As the lights ahead changed from green to red, she slowed and shot him a glance. 
You can't be held responsible for that."
"If I'd done what I was there to do, when I was supposed to do it, that person 
might not have died."
"And you might not have caught Jontee if you'd gone after him earlier."
He shrugged. She frowned at him and asked, What other consequences were you 
talking about?"
"Jeopardizing the first piece of happiness I'd found in a long, long time. His 
gaze held hers, seeming to burn right through her, until it felt as if he were 
reaching into her very soul. You were more than a job to me, Savannah."
She licked her lips, her throat dry and her heart pounding unsteadily. Not from 
fear, not from excitement, but rather, an uneven mix of the two. Because what he 
was admitting wasn't a guarantee of a future, nor was it an admission that he 
cared now. But he had cared, even if only a little, and for now, that was a very 
good place for hope to start.
"And yet you still invaded my mind."
He nodded, his gaze still intent, still burning deep, as if he were trying to 
make her see past his words, and make her believe. Believe what was the 
question. And one she wasn't sure she should ask. Not yet. Not until they'd 
cleared the air.
"Thirteen people had already died. In the end, duty had to take precedence over 
my own desires. He hesitated. I never meant to hurt younot emotionally, and 
not psychicallyand I'm sorry if I did."
Something inside her melted. So why didn't you just ask?"
A car beeped behind them, and she glanced ahead to see the red light had changed 
to green. She drove on.
"Because of Nelle, he said. And your relationship with her."
"Nelle was my friend."
"Your friend probably gave you away last night at the club."
She shook her head. It doesn't make any sense. If Nelle was in town, she'd 
contact me."
"Not if she thinks you were partially responsible for Rosehall's downfall."
She shot another glance his way. Nelle is not behind the murders."
"Which murders are we talking about? Rosehall's or these?"
"Both. Besides, she hated the taste of blood."
"And you know this because she told you?"
She hesitated. No. I witnessed it. She cut herself once and wouldn't suck the 
wound to clean it. Said it was unclean."
"Unclean?"
She shrugged. That's what she said. Of course, there was a fair bit of dirt in 
the wound."
He was silent for a moment. So why did you warn her about the task force raid 
later that night?"
"Why do you think I warned her?"
He snorted softly. You were the only other person besides me who knew about 
that raid. Why else would she have run?"
"If you were so afraid of my relationship with Nelle, why tell me in the first 
place?"
He hesitated. Because I didn't want you caught in the net. I owed you that, if 
nothing else."
Something inside her did a little happy dance. He'd gone against all the rules 
to let her walk away. That one action spoke far louder than words. If only she'd 
had the sense to realize it at the time, her life might have turned out a whole 
lot differently.
"Why did you warn Nelle? he repeated softly
She took a deep breath and released it slowly. Nelle came into my room not long 
after you'd left. She hesitated, her thoughts drifting back. I was packing to 
leave, and I was so hurt, so angry. She asked me what was wrong and I told her. 
It just all came pouring out."
"So you both decided to leave?"
"I left. I wasn't really sure at the time what Nelle planned to do. She did say 
she had things to finish."
He flashed her a frown. What things? She was just another of Jontee's women, 
wasn't she?"
She shook her head. She never slept with him. She was more a mother figure, and 
she handled the day-to-day running of the place. Jontee was never in the real 
world long enough to manage that."
"And yet you were quite happy sharing a dance with this fruit loop? he asked, 
voice edgy.
She looked at him. Though his expression was flat, his navy eyes seemed to burn 
with a deep down fire.
"He was an amazing man, she said, a gentle man, a man who wasn't always there 
mentally, but still a very good lover."
"He was a murderer."
"Yes, but I didn't know that at the time. Only later. And those murders were 
the only reason Cade was at Rosehall, the reason they'd met. Whatever else 
happened between them, she couldn't be sorry about that, even if it had taken 
her entirely too long to remember it.
"But you loved him."
"I've already said I didn't."
"Yet, you did love me?"
His disbelieving tone made her look at him again. Look, I'm not denying my 
actions at the time gave lie to my words. Or that they were right. But at least 
try to understand where I was coming from at the timeI was eighteen, and I had 
left a very strict upbringing to find myself and explore my sexuality. I didn't 
want, or expect, to find love, and it scared the hell out of me."
He scrubbed a hand across his eyes. If you love someone, you're faithful to 
them. It's as simple as that."
"Love is never simple. It's different for every single person who lives on this 
planet. And you've no right to judge my actions until you've actually felt love 
yourself."
He didn't answer, and that made her even angrier. She turned onto Summit Street 
and slowed. In the driveway of the house four doors down from the burned wreck 
of Lana Lee's old house, was a blue truck.
"Well, well, she said softly. Look what we've found."
"No proof it's the same truck. Pull over."
She pulled in behind an old ford wagon and stopped. The curtains covering the 
windows in the house moved slightly. We've been made."
"She'll run."
"Maybe not. After all, she must have been pretty sure that she wouldn't get 
recognized if she tried to run Ronan over in broad daylight. She glanced at 
him. Did you get the plate number?"
"Same false plate as last night."
"Which she'll have no doubt removed by now."
"Undoubtedly."
She leaned her forearms on the steering wheel as she studied the house. How do 
you want to play this?"
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic covered photo. Go to a few 
houses and ask if they know this woman. Then go ask her. But before you show it 
to her, take it out of the plastic."
"I doubt whether she'd be dumb enough to touch it. She glanced at the picture. 
It could have been Candy's sisterthe only difference was smaller, meaner eyes. 
And in the meantime, you'll be doing what, precisely?"
"Coming in from behind."
"On one leg? I don't think that's wise."
"A wolf has four legs, which gives me three to walk on. He raised a hand, and 
gently cupped her cheek. That woman just tried to kill Ronan. You're not going 
to go anywhere near her alone."
"You sound as if you care."
"Maybe I do."
She raised an eyebrow and said teasingly, You sure it's not the moon promise?"
His dark gaze rested on hers, and something inside her simply wanted to sigh. 
But all he said was, It might be."
It wasn't the declaration she'd been half hoping forthough why she hoped, she 
had no idea. He obviously wasn't a man who verbalized emotion, except when it 
came to anger. But it wasn't an outright denial, either, and right now, she was 
happy with that. She kissed his palm, then opened the door and got out. A cool 
wind stirred her hair and sent a chill racing down her spine. She glanced at the 
sky. Dark clouds were racing towards them, and part of her hoped it wasn't an 
omen of things to come. Thrusting the thought away, she zipped up her jacket and 
walked over to the nearest house. It just happened to be Rex's house.
"Morning, Ranger, he said, his eagle-like gaze flicking past her briefly. 
Looks like there's a hell of a storm coming. What can I do for you?"
She held out the photo. Have you seen this woman?"
"Candy Jackson? Sure, she lives down the street, in seven He paused. That's 
not Candy."
"No, it's not. So, you haven't seen this woman around?"
"Well, hard to say, because this woman and Candy sure look alike. Be hard to 
pick them from a distance."
Or if you'd had bad sight, like Lana did. Goose bumps ran over her skin, and in 
that moment she knew who had set the fires that had killed Lana. But knowing it 
was one thing. Proving it another.
"Did Candy ever visit Lana?"
"Yeah, twice a week. She used to clean up for the old girldo her housework and 
the like. Lana said it was easier to pay someone than to do it herself."
"I'd heard the old girl was a bit tightfisted."
"Oh, she was, but over odd things. She liked a clean house, so when she couldn't 
do it herself, she paid someone. He handed her back the photo. Candy was there 
the day of the fire, cleaning up."
Savannah raised her eyebrows. What time?"
He shrugged. Wasn't really looking at the clock. But it was after lunch."
Interesting. She wondered what Manny and the fire marshal had made of this 
informationand if they'd interviewed Candy. How long has she been living 
here?"
He frowned. It'd have to be three or four months, at least."
"Don't suppose she said where she came from?"
"Why? Is she in trouble?"
Savannah shook her head. No. Just curious."
He shrugged. She never really said, but then, we don't really talk all that 
much. If you want to know more about her, why not ask Anni Jenkins?"
"Anni? The lady who runs the florist shop over on Main Street?"
He nodded. Seen her visit Candy a few times. She delivers flowers, like, but 
always seems to stay for a chat."
Savannah smiled. While Anni delivering the flowers herself was a little unusual, 
her stopping to chat certainly wasn't. And if there was any dirt to dig up on 
Candy Jackson, Anni would have uncovered it by now. Thanks for your help."
He nodded and glanced skyward again. Be sure you're inside by four, ranger. 
This storm is going to be a doozy."
He closed the door, and she glanced up as she walked away. The clouds seemed to 
be getting darker by the minute, and the swirling wind was bitterly cold as it 
tugged at her ponytail and caressed her skin. But the shiver that ran down her 
spine wasn't caused by either. Something bad was going to happen. Maybe not now, 
not here, but soon.
She glanced across to her car, but Cade had already gone. She scanned the 
streets, but she couldn't see a limping brown wolf anywhere. But the curtains in 
Candy Jackson's house were still hitched slightly aside, meaning someone was 
still watching.
She pulled out her cell phone as she walked across the road to interview Candy's 
immediate neighbor.
"Kel, she said, the minute the woman answered, Has Ike reported in yet?"
"No."
Damn. Worry began to gnaw at her insides again. If he hasn't done so within the 
next hour, could you let me know? We'll have to start a search."
"Will do."
She hung up and called the fire chief.
"Manny, she said, when he finally answered. Has the Marshall finished his 
investigations yet?"
"Not yet, Manny replied, sounding like someone who was barely awake. Why?"
"Just wondered what you both made of Rex's statement that Candy Jackson visited 
Lana the afternoon of the fire."
Manny yawned. Rex needs his eyes checked. Ms. Jackson was sharing coffee and 
cake with three friends at your dad's diner all afternoon."
Another chill ran through her. Candy was at the diner? That wasn't good. She 
really did have to talk to her parents, and as quickly as possible.
"Did you know she cleaned Lana's house twice a week?"
"Yeah. But she said she'd changed that day's appointment so she could meet her 
friends."
"Then you're not putting much stock in Rex's report?"
"Not when so many people saw her at the diner."
"What if I told you there's a woman in town who could pass as Candy's twin?"
"Then I'd have to say the Marshall wouldn't mind talking to her. You're going to 
question her?"
"If we can find her."
"If you do, let me know."
"Will do."
She hung up and rapped on the front door. Candy's neighbor turned out to be a 
woman in her early thirties who had three screaming kids hanging off her apron 
and who didn't seem to realize the woman in the photo resembled Candy. Savannah 
tried several other houses, more for effect than any real desire to ask 
questions. Then she finally moved towards Candy's house.
The curtains closed as she opened the front gate. Music played softly inside the 
houseclassical rather than modern. The melody sounded vaguely familiar, though 
she couldn't quite place where she'd heard it before.
She walked up the front steps, scanning the front windows and the glass panels 
beside the wooden front door. No movement could be seen through any of them, but 
someone was home. The delicious scent of baking bread filled the air.
There was no doorbell, so she rapped on the screen door. The sound seemed to 
echo, as if the house was empty. There was no immediate response, but just as 
she was about to knock again, footsteps approached. She slipped the plastic 
cover from the photo, holding it carefully by one edge as she shoved the cover 
into her pocket, out of sight.
The door opened, and Denny's wet-dream appearedcomplete with micro skirt and 
barely-there red top. There was, Savannah noticed, no bandage on her left arm, 
so it definitely wasn't Candy who she'd attacked last night. But it was easy to 
see why the teenager had been willing to do anything this woman asked. He must 
have thought all his Christmases had come at once.
"Candy Jackson? She flared her nostrils, taking in the scents flowing from the 
doorway. Aside from the rich aroma of baking, the air itself smelled musty and 
damp, like an old cellar that had been closed up for a very long time. There was 
also a hint of ginger, but it didn't seem to belong to the house but rather to 
someone in the house. Odd, given Candy smelled of a mix of citrus and cigarette 
smoke.
"What can I do for you, Ranger? The blonde caught a small rose-shaped pendant 
between two fingers and began running it back and forth across what looked to be 
a silver chain, which was an odd choice of jewelry. For a wolf, silver was as 
dangerous as a stake supposedly was to vampires. Not that she'd ever met a 
vampire or tested the theory out.
"Wondering if you knew this woman. She held out the photo, but she held no real 
hope of getting Cade a fingerprint. Candy obviously had no intention of opening 
the screen door, let alone touching the photo.
Candy's gaze dropped briefly. She looks like me."
"Yes, she does."
"It's not me, you know."
"No. Her name is Lonny Jackson. Is she your sister by any chance?"
With the grubby screen door between them, it was a little hard to judge the 
woman's reactions. Yet, Savannah was certain she caught the flicker of amusement 
in the woman's cold, blue eyes.
But her voice was as flat as ever, giving little away as she said, If she is, 
then she's one I don't know about."
"So she could be a half sister?"
Candy shrugged. Possibly. My dad didn't mind spreading it around. Of course, 
he's been dead for quite a few years, so you can't really ask him. What do you 
want her for?"
"To question her about an incident at Club Grange last night."
"I was at the movies last night with several friends, so I'm afraid I can't help 
you."
Won't, not can't, Savannah suspected. And for someone who had just been 
presented with a mirror image of herself, she was acting a little too calmly.
"Can I ask the names of those friends?"
Amusement briefly touched Candy's pink painted lips. You don't trust me, 
Ranger?"
Not as far as I can throw you. She forced an apologetic smile. A double check 
is just routine. After all, this woman does look like you."
"Ah. Candy paused. Arianne Marshall and Lisette Gordan."
Another chill ran down Savannah's spine. Candy had made friends with Ari, and 
Ari was the one person in town, besides Ronan, who knew just about all there was 
to know about her family.
"Weren't you supposed to work last night?"
"Yeah, but the job sucks. I'm not going back. The old cow and her touchy-feely 
hubby can go to hell. She hesitated. Did she give you my address?
"No. Apparently your employment details have gone missing from her files."
"More likely the old bat's misplaced them. Couldn't organize herself out of a 
snowstorm, that one."
Candy didn't look as if she could, either, but Savannah suspected that this was 
one case where looks where very deceiving. Thanks for your help."
Candy nodded and closed the door. Savannah shoved the photo back into the 
plastic cover and retreated down the stairs. As she passed the truck, she ran 
her hand over the hood. It was still warm. And the fender was dented.
But the windshield wasn't smashed.
It wasn't the same car, even if she was sure it was the same driver. So, where 
had Candy dumped the other truck, and how had she gotten this truck?
Savannah took note of the plate number, and then headed across the road to 
interview a few more neighbors. Again, more for effect than anything else. Then 
she headed back to her truck. Cade was already inside, waiting. His face looked 
a little pinched, like that of a man who was in pain but refusing to admit it.
She resisted the urge to lecture him, knowing he'd only bite back, and slammed 
the door shut. Anything?"
"Several interesting possibilities. He shifted slightly and absently rubbed his 
leg. The garage is a drive-through, and there's a small alley at the back of 
the property that's been well used."
She started the engine and did a U-turn. Nothing unusual in that."
"It is when the inside of the front garage door has been chained shut."
She frowned. Why have a drive-through garage if you're going to chain it shut 
at one end?"
"Exactly. Thing is, while that lock is rusted, the garage itself is still being 
used. There was a huge puddle of fresh motor oil on the floor."
"There was a puddle left at the parking lot last night, too. She paused. But 
none on the concrete at the front of the house."
"Meaning she either uses the alley to get in and out most days, or there are two 
cars."
"Two blondes, two cars. Makes sense."
"And both living in that house."
She glanced at him. That's a bit of a leap, isn't it? I mean, surely the 
neighbors would have noticed."
Though given the people she'd just interviewed, maybe not. Rex seemed to be the 
only one interested in neighborly goings-on.
"There were cigarette butts on the back porchtwo different brands. He reached 
into his pocket and drew out several plastic bags containing cigarette butts. 
What do you want to bet we find different DNA on the butts?"
"Sucker bet, but that doesn't mean there's a second person sharing the house."
"There are two bedrooms, both of them being used."
She gave him a look. I thought you were there to protect my back?"
"I decided you could protect yourself. And Candy didn't have a weapon on her."
"There was nowhere to put it, for a start."
Cade chuckled. There certainly wasn't."
Amusement ran through her. And here I thought you were busy peering through 
bedroom windows."
"Not just them. One of the living room windows gave me a really good view of 
both you and the woman. Once I knew she wasn't armed, I moved on."
"Why? Hot blondes not your type? she teased
"No. I'm into a richer color. He reached out and lightly tugged her hair. Why 
did you cut it?"
"Probably for the same reason you cut yours. Impractical for my line of work."
"That's not the reason I cut it."
She raised an eyebrow. It wasn't?"
He shook his head. There's no dress code when it comes to hair length. 
Apparently when the IIS was first created, long hair was the norm for wolves."
She stopped at a set of lights and looked at him. It wasn't here in Ripple 
Creek."
"It was more in your dad's time than yours."
"I've seen photos. My dad never had long hair."
"No surprise there."
No, she guessed it wasn't. Straightlaced didn't even begin to describe her dad. 
So why did you cut it?"
"Because I was angry."
"Angry? she said, surprised. At who?"
"You."
"You cut your hair because you were angry at me? She shook her head. And they 
say women are strange."
The sweet half-smile that twisted his lips just about melted her heart. Men can 
be just as illogical, believe me."
Oh, she believed him. Especially since some of his dealing with her weren't 
exactly high on the sanity list. But then, he'd been reacting in much the same 
manner as she hadwith anger and in bitterness over the past. For her, that had 
finally begun to dissipate now that they were actually beginning to talk about 
it. Maybe it was for him, too. So why were you angry?"
"Because you left Rosehall and I couldn't find you."
"But you wanted me to run, didn't you?"
"Yes. But not hide."
"So you cut your hair when I didn't reappear. A totally understandable 
reaction. Not.
He tugged gently on her hair. The light's green again. You'd better drive 
before the people behind us get hostile."
She glanced ahead and saw that he was right. She lifted her foot off the brake 
and cruised on. Stop avoiding answering me."
"I'm not. His fingers moved from her hair to her neck, his fingertips grazing 
her skin oh-so-softly. Yet even that slightest of caresses had little shocks of 
excitement trembling across her body. I'm just trying to decide the best way to 
phrase it."
"Just give me an honest answer, however crazy sounding, and I'll be happy. And 
she'd be even happier if he just took her in his arms and ravished the rest of 
her. Impractical, given the situation, but then, desire didn't always strike at 
convenient times.
"I cut my hair because you loved it, and I wanted to rid myself of everything 
that reminded me of you."
"A very female reaction, I must say."
"I got drunk first. Then I smashed up my house."
"Ah. Well, that makes all the difference. She glanced at him. You know, you 
could have saved us both a lot of heartache if you'd only mentioned the fact 
that you liked memaybe even cared for mesometime during our time together at 
Rosehall."
"Not on a job. Not until I know there's going to be a decent outcome. He 
glanced at her. That hasn't changed, you know."
"So, you're willing to admit that you cared for me then, but you're not willing 
to admit you care for me now, because the outcome of the current mission is 
unclear?"
"Basically, yes."
She grinned. Which is essentially an admission anyway."
His gaze met hers. Yes."
"I do so love a man who expresses his emotions."
He smiled. It's far too early in the game for expression, Savannah."
"Be still my hearthe remembered my name."
"Has anyone ever suggested that you have bitchy tendencies?"
"Many times. Her grin widened as she pulled into a parking space a few doors 
down from the diner. Her dad's car wasn't there yet, and she frowned, glancing 
at her watch. It was barely eight, and while the diner did open later on a 
Friday, her dad was usually here, puttering around and getting things ready. She 
was just about to contact Neva when she vaguely remembered him saying something 
about getting the brakes checked early because Mom had a crack-of-dawn 
hairdresser appointment.
Cade pulled his hand away from her neck. Why are we stopping here?"
"My dad's diner is just ahead and I need to talk to him."
"It's closed."
"Yeah. But he'll be here soon, and in the meantime, we can help ourselves to 
coffee and breakfast. She glanced at the apartment above the diner, just to 
make sure no one was home. The lights definitely weren't on, which meant her mom 
had gone out. She couldn't be sad about that. The last thing she needed right 
now was a motherly third degree about Cade, especially when Cade was present.
"I like the sound of breakfast and coffee, he murmured. But the wicked gleam in 
his dark eyes suggested he had something other than breakfast in mind.
Excitement trembled through her, and for an instant she felt like that giddy 
teenager again, unable to wait for the touch of a newfound love. But it wasn't 
practical. Not here, anyway. There's no fooling around in this diner."
"Vannah, you're nearly thirty. I think your dad knows you're not"
"My dad is Levon Grant, remember. She climbed out of the car and headed towards 
the diner.
"Ah, yes. He slammed his door closed and hobbled along behind her. The man 
behind the ridiculous no-sex-before-marriage push."
"He thinks it'll make us all better people."
"The only thing it'll make us is frustrated. The moon's effects on us werewolves 
will never go away, no matter how much he might will it."
She flashed him a grin, but it faded when she saw how badly he was limping. Her 
gaze skated down his leg. Blood was beginning to spot his jeans. You've opened 
the wound up again."
"Yeah. He shrugged. It's nothing much."
"I have a feeling you could be bleeding buckets and you'd say the same thing. 
Exasperation filled her voice as she found the key and opened the diner's door. 
Why don't you go park at a table while I get the medical kit? And no 
arguments, she added, the minute he opened his mouth.
"I think the word bossy should have been added to the bitch comment before."
"I haven't even begun to get bossy yet, she warned, a grin teasing her lips. 
So just sit down before I do."
She headed across the room and pushed through the swinging doors into the 
kitchen. The diner, even with the blinds half pulled down, was filled with murky 
light that made seeing easy, but the kitchen itself was darker than hell. Even a 
wolf with the best night sight couldn't see squat in here. And the medical kit 
was across the far side of the kitchen, through a maze of counters, stoves and 
sinks. She fumbled for the light switch.
"Don't, Cade said from directly behind her.
She jumped and spun around. What the hell are you doing here?"
The doors swung shut behind him, cutting off the little bit of light filtering 
in from the kitchen and dropping them in total darkness. Disobeying orders and 
following an enticing bit of tail."
"You should be resting that leg of yours. She placed a hand on his chest to 
stop him moving closer. She might as well have tried to stop the moon from 
rising.
He caught her hand and pulled her against him. It's only blood."
All that was visible in the sea of blackness was the devilish gleam in his eyes 
and the white flash of his teeth as he grinned. But she could feel him. Feel the 
warm hardness of his body pressed so intimately against hers. The race of his 
heart, as wild as her own.
At Rosehall, she couldn't have given a damn where they made love or who was 
watching, as long as they were together. That recklessness was inside her and 
rising fast.
He brushed a kiss across her lips, leaving them tingling as he added, And the 
blood isn't fresh, if you take a closer look. The bleeding stopped when I 
shifted shape."
"I can hardly look when it's ink black and you're so close your belt buckle is 
digging into my belly."
He kept pressing her backward until her back hit something solid. One of the 
counters, she realized, as the chill of the metal pressed into her spine.
His grin was decidedly wicked as he released her hand then placed his on either 
side of her, neatly corralling her. You sure it's a belt buckle?"
She was sure it wasn't. You need that leg tended to."
"I have lots of needs that require tending. Some more urgent than others."
As if to emphasize his point, his mouth claimed hers. It wasn't the 
urgency-filled kiss she'd expected, but rather a slow and tender exploration 
that left breathless. Dizzy.
Or maybe that was a side effect caused by the spicy mix of his scent filling 
every ragged breath as he pulled away. She couldn't say for sure, and she didn't 
really care. Not when sweat formed where they touched, and the air was so thick 
with the heat of their desire that it seemed to burn like flames across her 
skin.
He kissed her chin, her neck, the caress of his breath against her skin almost 
cool compared to the heat melting her insides.
"I want you, he said softly, his gaze somehow capturing hers in the darkness. 
Or maybe it was just the gleam of need, a need that was as fierce as the flames 
burning inside her. Here, now."
It wasn't safe, she wanted to say. Wasn't sound. Her dad could walk in at any 
moment, and that would be nothing short of awkward. But the words not here 
wouldn't form on her lips. How could they, when every nerve ending was trembling 
for his touch, and the recklessness she'd buried so long had risen with a 
vengeance and would not be quieted? She wanted him, regardless of the situation 
or the consequences.
And it wasn't the moon or the fever. It was simply the man, and what he did to 
her. What he'd always done to her.
"Yes, she said, her voice little more than a pant of air.
"Thank God."
"He had nothing to do with my decision."
He laughed softly and skimmed his hands down her sides. Then thank you, Ms. 
Grant. I shall endeavor to make the experience a worthwhile one."
She kissed his nose as he tugged her shirt free of her pants. But as he moved to 
undo her buttons, she placed her hands on top of his, stopping him. It occurs 
to me that since you're injured, I should be doing all the hard work."
He shook off her grip and continued undoing her shirt. I don't believe in 
letting a woman do all the work."
She ran her hand down the muscular planes of his chest and stomach, enjoying the 
contrast of the silky material under her fingertips and the hardness just behind 
it. The contrasting coldness of his belt buckle as she leisurely undid it. What 
if I promise to make it worthwhile?"
His fingers slipped under her bra and he cupped her breasts in his big hands. A 
tremor ran through her and for a moment, she arched against him, pressing into 
his touch, savoring it.
"I just might be tempted."
She placed a hand against his cheek, ran a thumb across his warm lips. So why 
don't you step back and take off those jeans?"
Though she couldn't see his smile, she felt it, deep inside. You have something 
in mind?"
She kissed him, softly, sweetly, and then said, I certainly have. You take off 
those jeans and I'll go lock the door and find us a chair."
"Now, that sounds like something I might enjoy. His fingers touched her cheek, 
ran fleetingly over her lips. Don't be long."
She wasn't. Once she'd found him in the gloom again, she put the chair behind 
him and lightly pressed a hand against his chest.
"Now park that sexy butt. When he had, she straddled him, her thighs pressing 
against the outsides of his. And undo my pants."
"I'm tempted to say yes ma'am at this moment, he said, his voice a heated mix 
of amusement and desire.
"I don't care what you say as long as you do as you're told."
"A woman after my own heart. He kissed her belly, sending a ripple of longing 
lapping across her skin, then undid her zipper. Just remember, I control events 
next time."
"Maybe."
"Definitely."
Smiling at the hunger so evident in his husky tone, she stepped back, kicked off 
her pants, but not her panties, and straddled him again, this time sitting. As 
the hard length of him rested against her, she sighed. Lord, he felt so good, 
even like this. She rocked her hips back and forth, gently rubbing the silk of 
her panties across the hard length him, teasing them both. He jerked, then 
groaned.
"Oh God, that feels good. His hands were on her hips, pressing her down, but 
not restricting her movements. But it would feel a whole lot better if you were 
completely naked."
She leaned forward, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck and taking a nip 
of his ear lobe. So you're not enjoying the sensation of silk against skin?"
"Oh, I'm enjoying it. His breath was hot and quick against her neck, his 
fingers warm as he slid one hand from her hip to her stomach. But skin to skin 
is better."
"But leaving panties on means I can get dressed faster if the need arises."
"Sensible, one supposes."
"I'm nothing if not sensible these"
The rest of her words were lost to a gasp as his fingers slid past elastic and 
into warm wetness.
She shuddered, arching her back, momentarily losing herself to the pleasure of 
that firm stroke. Combined with the heat of him throbbing beneath hera heat she 
so desperately needed to feel deep insideand she was just about in heaven.
But she didn't want to get there so fast. She wanted to play a bit longer.
She shifted, pulling away from his touch. Did I give you permission to do 
that?"
"No. And I don't care."
She smiled. Do I have to tie you up?"
"It's an option that has interesting possibilities."
"Then maybe it's something we should explore when we have more time."
"Only if you remember that what you do to me I will do to you."
"Another idea that has interesting possibilities."
She settled on top of him again and began rocking, this time a little harder. He 
quivered beneath her, the heat of him seeming to sear her flesh.
"I am not going to last long if you keep doing that, he groaned.
"You'll last as long as I want you to."
"No amount of words is going to stem the tide if you push too far, woman."
Grinning, she stopped rocking and a dropped a kiss on his neck, then worked her 
way down his chest. She circled his nipples several times with her tongue, and 
then she captured one with her teeth, biting it lightly.
He shuddered, and she felt perspiration break out across his skin. She tasted 
the tiny droplets, savoring them as she ran her tongue over his flesh again. He 
tasted of salt, of desire, and of everything she'd ever longed for in her life, 
everything she'd thought she'd lost.
"Vannah, he warned softly.
She trailed kisses up his neck then captured his mouth, kissing him with growing 
urgency. Both of them were trembling by the time she pulled away, their bodies 
hot and slick where flesh met flesh, and even wetter where flesh met silk.
But she didn't give him what he wantedwhat she wantedjust continued to rock.
He groaned again, and this time it was a sound of deep frustration.
"I want be inside you, he ground out. I want to feel your hot, wet heat 
wrapped around me."
"Not yet, she murmured. But soon."
She ached for himached so fiercely it hurt. He pulsed against her, a promise of 
satisfaction that was so close and yet so far away. Yet his hard flesh touched 
all the right places as she rocked back and forth, back and forth.
Then the deep-down quivering began, spreading like wildfire across her skin. She 
rocked harder, and he gaspeda short sharp sound of desperation. Desire. The 
trembling in his body grew stronger and she knew he was battling for control.
But the ache in hers was growing, flooding across her senses, until it became a 
kaleidoscope of sensations that washed through every fiber of her being. Then 
the shuddering took hold and she gasped, grabbing his shoulders, trying to hold 
on until he was inside. She reached between them and thrust her panties to one 
side. Then she captured him, driving him deep, until it felt as if her very soul 
was being invading by the thick heat of his body. His groan was a sound of 
ecstatic relief. It was a sound she echoed as she held still, despite the 
demands of her body, wanting to enjoy this simple moment of oneness. Then he 
moved, and she could do nothing more than move with him, gently at first and 
then with growing urgency, until she was almost consumed by the sensations and 
need flowing through her. Then they did consume her, and she came, even as his 
body went rigid against hers and the hot rush of his seed spilled into her.
Almost immediately she collapsed against him, resting her cheek against his 
sweaty chest as she battled to catch her breath. He wrapped his arms around her, 
holding her close as he pressed his cheek against the top of her head.
"That beats coffee and breakfast any day."
She chuckled softly, but she didn't move, enjoying the moment of closeness while 
she could. You wouldn't be thinking that if my dad chose this moment to walk 
in."
"Your dad doesn't scare me."
"You haven't met him yet."
He tucked a finger under her chin and raised it. He kissed her, and it was a 
kiss unlike anything she'd ever felt from him. Sweet but possessive, heated and 
yet oddly filled with intent.
"You're mine, Savannah, and I won't share you with anyone. Not even your 
father."
Annoyance flickered through her. So they were back to that. Don't be 
ridiculous. Besides, the moon magic doesn't make me yours. It just holds me to a 
promise."
She rose from him and shuffled around in the darkness until she found their 
clothes. She tossed his to him and got dressed herself.
"I meant what I said. His voice was little more than a rumble of annoyance 
coming out of the darkness to her left.
"So did I. She zipped her pants and buttoned her shirt. And you had better be 
aware that my sister is very much a part of my life, and that will never change. 
Not for anyone."
"I didn't mean that."
"I don't care what you meant. Truth is I won't ever be yours until I freely make 
that choice. And the fact that she had made that choice wasn't something he 
needed to know right now. Not when he was still choosing to hide behind the 
safety of the moon magic and his work.
She strode across the room, guided by the glimmer of light seeping through the 
edges of the swinging doors, and brushed a hand across the wall, feeling for the 
light switch. She flicked all of them on, but nothing happened.
"Damn."
"What? he said, instantly alert.
"Nothing. Just a blown fuse."
"The kitchen has more than one light. Try the others."
"Gee, why didn't I think of that, she said sarcastically.
Footsteps echoed, coming towards her. You mean they're not working, either?"
"Nope."
"Where is the circuit board?"
"Near the store room at the back She hesitated as she caught the flash of a 
light under one of the benches. Red light, like something had been left on.
Nothing unusual in that, as her dad had a habit of not turning off the 
appliances he used regularlylike the toaster. But why hadn't she noticed it 
before?
"What? Cade said, his hand touching hers briefly.
"Something's been left on, I think. She took a few steps closer and bent to get 
a clearer look.
Something inside her froze. It wasn't a warning that an appliance had been left 
on, but rather numbers, counting down.
Fifteen...
Fourteen...
Thirteen...
Realization clicked in. It was a bomb, primed and ready to go off.
"Oh, fuck, Cade said. He grabbed her hand, pulling her out the kitchen door and 
towards the front door. The locked front door.
She thrust a hand into her packet, fumbling for her keys and dragging them out. 
But she wasn't fast enough. They weren't fast enough.
Even as she reached for the door, there was a rumble of sound that became a 
blinding flash and suddenly there was nothing but heat, terrible, terrible heat, 
as the world went red around her.


Chapter Ten 
Cade grabbed Savannah and thrust her under one of the booths, knowing the 
three-sided protection provided by the table and the seats might be their only 
chance of survival. He dove in on top of her, covering her body with his as the 
roar and the heat and the sheer wind force of the explosion hit. It was 
accompanied by debris and thick, unbreathable dust that was jettisoned through 
the air by the power of the blast. Bricks, glass, and God only knew what else, 
become deadly missiles. The table above them shuddered and cracked as it was hit 
time and time again with debris and metal and remnants of furniture. He cocooned 
Vannah against him, her body shuddering against his, her heart racing as 
fiercely as his own. Yet she didn't make a sound, keeping the fear he could 
almost taste tightly leashed. Several large chunks of glass speared into their 
small space, one so close to his arm it sliced his shirt and skin. Another cut 
past her cheek, drawing blood before embedding itself into the cushioned vinyl 
seat.
Then silence fell. Only it wasn't really silence, because it was filled with the 
crackle of fire. For a long moment, he didn't move, wanting to be certain the 
main explosion was over, that it was safe.
Savannah was struggling and coughing beneath him. It's okay, he said, 
smoothing her dust-covered hair. We're okay."
She shook her head, her body wracked by coughs. The gas, she said hoarsely, 
twisting around. Her eyes were filled with fear as she pushed bloodied hair from 
her face. The explosion might have ruptured the lines. We have to get to the 
cutoff valve."
Fuck. He hadn't even thought of that. Kneeling, he scrambled out from under the 
table and held out a hand to help her. Where is the valve?"
The fingers she placed in his were bloody and trembling. Yet there was nothing 
resembling fear in her voice as she said, Out the back, near the generator."
He looked that way. Half of the inner wall had come down in the explosion. 
They'd be scrambling over it to get to the valve. He rose and helped her to her 
feet. Lead the way, before that fire gets any worse."
She nodded, her green eyes shocked as her gaze skated around the restaurant. Oh 
God"
"Savannah. he prompted softly.
She glanced at him, nodded and half ran, half scrambled, over the bricks and 
rubbish, through the twisted remains of tables and chairs.
Yet despite all the damage, they'd been lucky. This section of the diner 
remained relatively untouched, even if all the windows had blown out. Most of 
the booths, while covered in debris, still stood, and even several tables near 
them were relatively unscathed. It was the booths, tables, and the counter on 
the kitchen side that had taken the force of the blast and, therefore, had the 
most damage.
He turned his gaze to the devastation that had once been the kitchen. The bomb 
had been powerful enough to destroy the immediate area and blow off that section 
of the roof, revealing the rooms above. Yet it wasn't strong enough to bring 
down the main walls and totally demolish the dining area.
But if they'd been in the kitchen, or had turned on the lights earlier, when he 
was more interested in making love to Vannah than eating breakfast, they would 
be dead.
That bomb had been aimed at her father, not her. Not them.
The back door still hung on its hinges, but only barely. Vannah grabbed his arm, 
balancing herself as she kicked at the door. It gave way on her third blow.
"Over here, she said, and then started coughing so violently she was almost 
bending over with the force of them. He touched her back, wanting to comfort 
her, yet knowing there had to be priorities. And right now, no matter what 
instinct might be saying, she wasn't it.
He found the gas valve and turned it off. Then he got out his cell phone and 
checked to make sure it was still working. It was, thankfully. He dialed Anton's 
number and grabbed Savannah's hand, pulling her away from the smoke and the dust 
into fresh air.
"Anton, he said, the minute the phone was answered. I need you to get over to 
the diner near the corner of First and Main. Someone just tried to blow us up."
"Helleveryone okay?"
"Yeah. Just get here fast."
"Will do."
He hung up. The wail of sirens split the air, approaching fast. He and Vannah 
should head around to the front and clear the curious that always gathered after 
a major drama, like gulls drawn to a tasty morsel. But right now, he didn't give 
a damn about the curious or any remaining danger. Not when Savannah was still 
coughing her heart out.
He glanced around until he found a tap. Luckily, it had a hose attached. You 
want a drink?"
She nodded and leaned against the rickety back fence, scrubbing a hand across 
her face and smearing blood everywhere. That bomb wasn't aimed at us."
He turned on the tap and bought the hose over to her. No."
She washed her hands under the dribbling water, then grabbed the hose and took a 
long drink. Thanks, she said, handing it back.
"Your face is cut. He reached up with a free hand and thumbed the blood away. 
Not that it helped much. The cut was relatively deep and bleeding fairly 
heavily. I think you'll need to shift shape to stop the flow."
"It's only blood, she said, repeating his earlier words with a smile teasing 
her lips.
"Cheeky wench. With his hand still cupping her cheek, he leaned forward and 
kissed her. And while passion was evident, there was none of the urgency that 
had so filled their kisses only a few minutes ago, just a vibrant mix of 
tenderness and relief. She was okay; he was okay. Everything else really didn't 
matter.
When the approaching sirens stopped, he pulled back and dropped his hand. We'd 
better get around to the front."
She half nodded, took several steps forward, then stopped and groaned. Dad's 
around the front."
"How do you know that? Smell?"
She tapped a finger to her head. He's seen my truck and is impolitely knocking. 
We'd better get around there."
He followed her as she walked off. How does one impolitely knock 
telepathically?"
She glanced at him, merriment dancing in her green eyes. You really want to 
know?"
"I've a notion I should say no, but I'm feeling reckless."
She arched an eyebrow, the glint in her eyes deepening. He threw up his 
strongest mind-shield as a precaution, but he would have been better off 
figuring out a way to use internal ear muffs instead. The noise hit like a 
hammer and made him feel like he was standing inside a ringing church bell. A 
church bell that oddly sounded like someone screaming his name. His whole body 
vibrated with the ungodly noise, but thankfully, it cut off as abruptly as it 
started.
"That, she said sublimely, is what I meant."
And she'd done it when his shields were on full. If she could do that so easily, 
then she could probably do everything else she'd threatened. Maybe he did have a 
lot to learn when it came to telepathy.
"And you have to put up with intrusions like that all the time?"
"No. Most people just ask. She paused, and her voice, whisper soft, said, Like 
this, in his thoughts. It was a quick caress of sunshine that had him hungering 
for more. God, conversing with his teachers had never felt so good ... so 
intimate.
Though considering his teachers had been male, it would have been a bit of a 
worry if it had.
And can you stop thoughts if you choose to do so? 
Usually don't have to, as it's considered impolite to use private telepathy in 
groups and families, and including too many people in a mind-conversation can 
lead to a major league headache for the one coordinating. She paused. The only 
person I can't actually keep out is my twin.
He hesitated, but he couldn't stop himself from asking, And Ronan?
She glanced at him, her expression unreadable. Yet amusement seemed to run 
around him, a gentle wave of delight that somehow made him feel foolish. Though 
why, he had no idea. After all, what was so damn wrong with the question?
"What is it about Ronan that you dislike so much?"
He's had you for ten more years than me, he thought. He knows you better than 
perhaps I ever will. None of which made sense to say. Yet. I don't dislike him. 
It's just a territory thing."
"That's implying I'm a territory that can be won, and when did you decide to 
make it a contest?"
She raised an eyebrow, silently challenging him. It wasn't a question he could 
answernot until he'd actually had time to think about it himself. To think 
about what he actually wanted, beyond as much time with her as he could get.
"And why is it, she continued, that when male wolves hit a question they don't 
want to answer, they resort to the old it's a territory thing excuse?"
"Because we're one dimensional and can't think of other excuses, he said dryly.
"So true. Her gaze left his at the sound of voicesone in particular, loud and 
gruff. She shook her head and added, Dad's organizing the troops again. Heaven 
forbid that they actually be allowed to do their jobs without his input."
"I'll take care of him if you like."
She gave him a wry look. I don't really need your protection. Never have."
No, he thought. And it was that independence that had hooked him when they'd 
first met. She didn't need himand yet, she'd wanted to be with him, wanted to 
share all the delights of her life with him, whether they be large and small. 
And he couldn't even share something as simple as the truth. He was a bastard. 
There was no doubt about it.
But he was a bastard who was going to keep her alive, no matter what.
"If these people are going after your family, you'd better get your parents out 
of here."
"Yeah. She walked on. I'd been meaning to talk to Dad. It was stupid of me to 
delay it, but I didn't really think they'd go after them so fast."
"The person or persons behind these events are playing by rules we don't 
understand. Better to account for all possible outcomes than be sorry 
afterwards."
She looked at him, her expression unreadable, and nodded. You're right. I kept 
my sister safe, but I didn't do the same for my parents. Stupid, as I said."
Maybe, but then, she'd probably been working on the same assumption he'd 
beenthat the killer would come straight after them now that they were both in 
town. Obviously, her game plan was bigger than that.
As they walked around the corner onto Main Street, a big man with thinning 
blonde hair and angry-looking green eyes was coming towards them.
"Sav, he all but barked. Are you all right? What the hell happened here?"
He stopped several feet in front of them, giving them both a glare. Cade felt 
invisible hackles rising. It was that, more than the sudden tension tightening 
Savannah's shoulders, that told him this aging, leathery wolf was her father, 
Levon Grant.
"I'm fine, she said, voice cool. But the diner was bombed."
"Why the hell would someone bomb the diner?"
"It was meant to kill you, but Cade and I got there first."
Green eyes fastened on Cade. And who the hell might Cade be?"
She stepped to one side, and waved a hand his way. Cade Jones, from the 
Interspecies Investigation Squad."
"Really?"
The old man looked him up and down, and then he offered his hand. But his 
expression, when it met with Cade's, was shrewd, giving very little away. Even 
the anger had disappeared, which was to be expected. He wouldn't be the pack 
alpha and town leader if he wasn't strong and a damn good politician.
"What are you here for, Agent Jones?"
Cade shook the offered hand, noting the power in the older man's grip and 
returning it in kind. I'm investigating two murders on the reservation."
"Indeed. The old man's gaze returned to Savannah, and the air fairly crackled 
with hostility. Why wasn't I informed?"
Again, those invisible hackles rose. Cade wasn't sure if it was a natural 
reaction to the man's antagonistic body language, or simply an instinctive need 
to protect what the moon deemed his. But either way, he was going to have to 
watch it. Levon Grant was not someone he wanted against him. Not if he wanted to 
remain in his chosen career. I asked Ranger Grant not to tell you."
Those sharp green eyes came back to him. And why wouldn't you want to tell a 
reservation's council that a murdering bomber was running around their town?"
"We had no idea they'd go to the extent of bombing the diner, Savannah snapped, 
then grabbed her father's arm. You and I need to talk. Now, she added, when 
the old man didn't move.
Cade watched her drag him away. As he saw the tension so evident between the 
two, one thing became obvioushis earlier assumption that Vannah had won the 
head ranger's position because her dad was head of the council was totally out 
of line. If what he'd just witnessed was any demonstration, Levon Grant didn't 
support his daughter in any way.
Odd for a man who was supposedly so gung-ho about family values.
A gray truck pulled to a halt beside the fire trucks, and Anton climbed out. 
Cade walked over to him.
"Hell of a mess, Anton commented. If you and the ranger were in there, you 
were extremely lucky to get out."
"Very, Cade agreed, his gaze on a green ranger's truck coming down the street 
fast. The bomb was set in the kitchen, and I suspect wired to the light. When 
the structure's declared secure, I want you to go in there and see what you can 
uncover."
Anton nodded. Wiring to the lights suggests electrical skills that our pretty 
blonde suspect apparently doesn't have."
The truck stopped and two rangers climbed outone Steve, the other a dark haired 
man in his mid-forties. Not Ronan, as he'd half expected. There are two pretty 
blondes, and we have no idea what skills Nelle James has."
"Or if she's even involved, Anton said.
Cade met Anton's gaze. She's involved."
"If she was here in town, surely Ranger Grant would know. After all, they were 
good friends."
So he would have thought. But then, ten years had passed since Rosehall. When 
combined with a twenty year age gap, the Nelle he and Vannah remembered might 
not even remotely resemble the Nelle of today, particularly if those ten years 
had been harsh ones.
He frowned. How is the crosscheck going on recent arrivals?"
"Everyone has checked out."
Damn. What about the check on Lonny Jackson's mother?"
"Her name is Frankie Jackson. Married one Kenneth Jackson some eighteen years 
ago."
"So he's not Lonny's natural father? Or the sister's, if indeed Candy was 
Lonny's sister.
Anton shook his head. The father is listed as unknown on her birth 
certificate."
Interesting. Jontee's true believers were all fatherless, tooall except for 
Vannah, who simply had a father she hadn't wanted to acknowledge. Any other 
information on the mother?"
"Yeah, she and her husband died in a car crash ten years ago."
Cade scrubbed a hand through his dirt-encrusted hair. This case was getting more 
and more frustrating. Every damn time they seemed to find a lead, it was whisked 
away. But they were on the right track, he was sure of it. And what happened to 
Lonny after their deaths?"
"That we're still trying to find out. We found a picture of Frankie. It's in the 
car, along with all the other information we've collected, if you still want to 
look at it."
It couldn't hurt. Given the way this case was going, he'd probably spot the dead 
Frankie walking around Ripple Creek. The second blonde's name is Candy 
Jackson, he told Anton. Ronan said that Merron doesn't always register 
half-breeds, so maybe that explains why she looks like Lonny, and yet isn't 
listed as a sister."
"Trista's calling the Merron ranger this morning. Anton paused and added dryly, 
They did get on extremely well."
Cade snorted softly. It would have been more accurate to say that Trista and the 
Merron ranger had been bonking like rabbits. Still, if they could use that past 
relationship to get more information out of the man than they might have 
normally, then he was all for it. I'll talk to her."
He glanced across to where Vannah and her father were still arguing, noting that 
she seemed to be giving as good as she got. Part of him ached to go over there 
and defend her, but he had no rights beyond those he'd snatched with the moon 
magic. Besides, as she'd said, she was more than capable of looking after 
herself.
But it was interesting that she was doing so against her father. While most wolf 
packs were modern in terms of women's rights, they were also very much a 
patriarchal society. An alpha male always ruled, never an alpha female, except 
in his family, of course. Since his father had died when he was young, his mom 
had ruled the house. But she'd still obeyed the edicts of the pack's alpha.
So maybe the real reason Vannah and her father didn't get on was because they 
were very much alike, and she refused to acknowledge his right of rule over her.
"She's going to need round-the-clock protection, Anton said softly. You both 
are."
"We haven't the staff to run protection and keep up with the investigation. The 
best we can do is rotate where we stayand don't advertise it."
"You could leave town."
"No. These bitches are mine."
"If indeed they are bitches and not bastards."
He didn't bother answering. He was pretty sure his rookie guess about there 
being more than one killer at Rosehall had been right, and he was damn sure they 
were right now. All he had to do was find the proof.
"If you don't run, hiding isn't going to do much good, Anton continued. Gossip 
has a way of getting around in a town like this. Especially if the two of you 
shack up together."
"I have no choice, Anton. He forced his gaze from Vannah as Steve and the 
second ranger began talking to the fire chief. He frowned, suddenly wondering 
who was protecting Ronan. I'm afraid the chief ranger and I have unfinished 
moon business."
"Ah. I thought there was something more going on between you two. Anton paused. 
You'd better be careful that it doesn't distract you."
"That's one warning I don't need. Let me know as soon as Hart arrives in town."
Anton nodded. Cade headed for Anton's truck. By the time he got there, his leg 
ached fiercely, and the dried spots of blood on his leg had been flooded with a 
brighter, fresher red. He shifted shape, knowing it would stop the immediate 
flow, but it wasn't going to help long term. Not if he didn't stop moving around 
on it.
There was no way in hell he was going back into the hospital, but he could rest 
for a while. He grabbed the folder from the back seat and limped over to 
Vannah's debris-covered truck to wait for her.
* * * *
Savannah thrust a hand through her blood-stiffened hair and tried to ignore the 
urge to scream at her father. He was frustrating at the best of times, but when 
it came to taking orders he refused to see the sense in, she might as well bash 
her head against a brick wall.
Which, to be honest, was half the reason she'd delayed talking to him. She just 
had to thank God that her mom hadn't been home and paid the price for her 
reluctance to confront her old man.
"Look, she said, barely managing to keep the exasperation out of her voice. 
I'm not arguing any more about this. I'm assigning Bodee to keep you company 
while you collect Mom from the hairdresser's, and then he will escort you both 
out of town."
Her father's green eyes flashed with anger. I won't be forced out of my own 
damn town."
"Have you actually looked at the diner? Half the top floor is gone. If Mom had 
been home as usual, you'd be down at the morgue right now identifying her bits. 
She stopped to take a deep breath, trying to calm the anger and guilt that had 
her voice rising. Look, I know you don't want to leave, but I can't do my job 
and find these people if I'm constantly worried about your safety. And I simply 
haven't the manpower to put you under a full-time guard."
"You said that these people are after you, not me."
"But they'll try to get to me through you and Mom. I sent Neva to the mansion 
for her own safety. Either you go there too, or you get out of town."
"I refuse to go anywhere near that den of depravity."
"Then leave town. She glanced over to where Bodee was standing, and she noted 
for the first time that Steve was with him. Damn it, why wasn't he guarding 
Ronan? Bodee, Steve, can I see you both, please?"
The two men walked over. Steve held up his hands as soon as he neared her and 
said, Don't yell at me. Ronan refused to have me anywhere near him. Said he 
didn't need a baby sitteronly he wasn't quite that polite."
Stubborn damn manmen, she corrected, glancing back at her father.
"What's wrong with Ronan? he asked, voice sharp.
Not that he actually cared about Ronan's safety, she thought sourly. It was more 
a case of his wishes possibly being thwarted. Ever since the Sinclair murder 
case, he'd been maneuvering to get Ronan instated as head ranger. Not that Ronan 
particularly wanted the positionhe hadn't even been asked about it, in factbut 
that was beside the point. Her father wanted her out, having always believed it 
wasn't a job suitable for a womana belief that had been confirmed by her near 
death at the hands of the moon dance killer. Once she'd actually recovered and 
returned to the job, his machinations had begun. They hadn't been successful 
yet, but Savannah knew she'd only have to drop the ball once and she'd be out.
And yet, perversely, she knew he was proud of her work and the way she handled 
herself. Knew because he'd told her more than onceusually right before he and 
Mom launched into their whole it's time you settle down and have babies 
routine.
And Neva's marital bliss and resulting pregnancy had only increased their fervor 
to see her palmed off onto some poor, unsuspecting man.
"The people behind the bombing tried to run Ronan down this afternoon, she 
explained, then glanced at Bodee. I've ordered my mom and dad to leave town 
immediately. I want you to play chauffeur and take them to wherever they want to 
go. She returned her gaze to her dad's. But nowhere known. Go somewhere you've 
never been, somewhere people wouldn't expect you to be."
"This is damnably inconvenient."
"Being dead would be doubly so. Just do it, and let me get on with my job."
He grunted. Get that cut seen to, will you? It's bleeding everywhere."
As yeses went, it was begrudging, but it was better than nothing. She smiled, 
then leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Be careful."
"You too, cub. You, too. He squeezed her arm, then spun around and followed 
Bodee to the car. She heaved a silent sigh of relief and looked at Steve. Any 
word on Ike yet?"
"No one's seen him."
"Damn. She bit her lip for a moment, trying to quell the fear knotting her 
stomach as she watched Anton and several fire fighters enter the diner's 
carcass. Call Honor Jackson and see if Denny made it home, and then contact 
search and rescue. Once they've been advised, head on over to Ronan's. I want 
him watched for the next twenty-four hours, even if all of you have to sit 
outside his house in your trucks."
Steve raised an eyebrow. Why only twenty-four hours?"
"Because I have a feeling this is all going to be over sooner rather than 
later."
"For good, not for bad, I hope."
"So do I, she muttered. Trouble was her instincts didn't seem interested in 
seeing that far ahead.
"A twenty-four hour watch is going to be hard to manage, he continued. We 
don't have enough staff to man the station and do a watch."
Savannah scrubbed a hand across her forehead. She had a major league headache 
blooming, and she wasn't sure if it was a result of the bomb blast or simply an 
overflow of stress. I know. But he won't leave town, so we'll just have to 
manage the best we can."
Steve coughed, then sniffed and said in a scratchy voice, So are the rest of us 
in danger?"
"I honestly don't know. But it's well known that Ronan and I are good friends, 
and I suspect that's the only reason they had a go at him."
Steve nodded. It might be better for everyone if you got out of town."
"It'd only delay the inevitable confrontation. These people are after me and 
Agent Cade, and we're better off trying to end it here, where at least we have 
the advantage of home field."
"Seems to me that the killers have the very same advantage. They know you, boss. 
They know what you do and who you associate with. That indicates they've been 
watching you for a while."
It did, but she mixed with so many people in the course of her job that it could 
be anyone. She rubbed her forehead again. I'm going home to change, and then 
I'm heading over to Ari's to talk to her. I want everyone to report in to Kel 
every half hour."
"You know Alf Reeson's parked himself at the station, don't you? He says Agent 
Jones promised him an exclusive."
She had no idea if he had or hadn't, and right now, Reeson was the last of her 
worries. As long as he's not causing problems, ignore him."
Steve nodded as he squinted towards the diner. I'd start looking closer to home 
for suspects."
"I intend to. Just be careful. She squeezed his arm and headed for her truck.
As she climbed into the driver's seat, Cade glanced up from a folder he was 
reading. You okay?"
"I feel like shit, and I'm going home for a nice, hot shower. Then I'm going to 
talk to Ari, one of the waitresses who works in the diner and who has apparently 
befriended Candy. What's that? she pointed to the folder as she started the 
engine.
"Information on Lonny's mother, Frankie Jackson. He reached into the folder and 
pulled out a photo. Have you seen her?"
The woman in the black and white photo looked about forty, with pale wavy hair 
and dark eyes. Her mouth was as thin as her face, and had a downward tilt that 
gave her a sour look. This a license photo?"
He smiled. Yeah. They're always bad."
"They are. Her gaze went to the woman's eyes. There was something vaguely 
familiar about thema certain warmth that was also oddly calculating. I haven't 
seen her around, but there's something about her that seems familiar. She 
paused, and then it hit. Anni Jenkins, the woman who runs the flower shop below 
my apartment. Frankie has the same sort of eyes as her."
"Eyes? Not facial features?"
"No. Anni's plumper, with thick gray curls, and she's a lot older than this 
woman appears to be."
"This photo was taken over ten years ago."
"Even so, this woman is still younger than Anni. She shrugged and handed back 
the photo. You know, Anni is apparently friendly with Candy, which gives us a 
reason to talk to her. Might be worth showing her this photo to see what sort of 
reaction we get."
"You think we'll get a reaction?"
"Anni's the town gossip. If anyone's seen this woman, it would be her. She did 
a U-turn and headed towards the other end of town. It's odd that she was 
personally delivering flowers to Candy, though. She hires a teenager to do most 
of the flower runs."
Cade shifted in the seat, until he was almost facing her. What do you know 
about this Anni?"
"She's a busybody who took over the florist shop about six months ago. The 
previous manager had a car accident and had to quit work."
"So neither woman owns the shop?"
"No. It was owned by Lana Lee. She briefly met Cade's gaze. She died in that 
burned out house we saw on Candy's street."
"An accidental death?"
"We don't think so."
"Connected to our case?"
"There's no evidence so far to suggest that."
"And yet you believe they are?"
"Yes, I do."
His sudden smile was warm. You would have made a good cop."
"I am a good cop."
"I meant a real cop, not a play one."
Irritation swept through her. My dreams may not be as lofty as yours, but that 
doesn't give you the right to mock them. Rangers are cops, reservation cops, 
regardless of what you think of us. We go through training, and we have to obey 
the same rules."
He shifted again, and touched his leg absently. It was obviously aching, and he 
was just as obviously not going to do anything about it. Men.
Still, was she any better? She hadn't done much about the cut on her cheek, 
either.
"And here I thought you were against rules, he said. Wasn't that what Rosehall 
was all about?"
"Yeah, but it was my father's rules I was trying to escape, not society's."
"And ten years later, you're still trying to escape them."
She shot him a glance. You try being the daughter of a man who doesn't believe 
in sex before marriage and see how well you cope."
"I intend to achieve lots of things in my life, but being a daughter is never 
going to be one of them. Humor touched his rich voice. So why come back here 
at all? Why not go to one of the other reservations and train there?"
"Because Neva was here."
"And Neva was the only reason you returned?"
She glanced at him, knowing what he was asking, what he was thinking. The bitchy 
part of her wanted to keep him on the hook and wriggling, because he certainly 
deserved it after coming into her town and giving her nothing but attitude. But 
that wasn't fair, especially since she hadn't exactly been angelic in the 
attitude department herself. Besides, if she wanted to know if the love she felt 
was returned, and whether it had the possibility of long-term strength, then she 
had better start being honest. Even if he wasn't.
"Ronan had nothing to do with it. He and I were casual lovers and very good 
friends. Nothing more, nothing less. She glanced at him. He's not a threat."
"It wouldn't matter if he was. His dark gaze seemed to lock hers, and for an 
instant it seemed like she was drowning in that sea of deep blue. And it felt 
glorious. He wouldn't have a snowflake's chance in hell if I decided to pursue 
you for real."
"But you haven't decided, she said, somehow managing to pull her gaze away and 
concentrate on the road.
"Because I don't need to. You're mine until I decide otherwise."
Once again with the moon promise. Why couldn't he see he was using it as an 
excusea crutch to emotionally hide behind? I will never be wholly yours until 
you can trust me enough to make my own decision about who I want to be with."
He didn't say anything, just looked away. Frustration ran through her, but she 
resisted the urge to thump the wheelor better yet, him. Because as much as it 
would be satisfying to smack some sense into his thick skullto make him see 
that what was happening between them was more than moon magicshe also had to 
accept the possibility that maybe he never would.
The simple fact was, maybe he didn't want anything more that sex from her. He'd 
placed his work before her at Rosehall, despite admitting that he'd cared for 
her. Maybe that would happen again here in Ripple Creek. Maybe she was destined 
to love a man who was never going to commit to anything more than his work.
Maybe.
But until that happened, she was going to keep on pushing and hoping. Because 
she had to believe that what lay between them was meant to be, and that sooner 
or later, he would realize it. As the song went, no man was an island. Not even 
one as stubbornly determined to ignore the obvious as Cade.
* * * *
Cade climbed out of the truck and studied the old, two story brick building. He 
hadn't really taken much note of her home the last time he'd been here, being 
more interested in making sure she was okay. The building was smaller than he'd 
expected, and from the outside it looked barely wide enough to swing a cat. The 
two bottom-floor windows were barred, and the building itself looked to have a 
decent security system installed.
He glanced up. No bars on the top two windows and the fire escape looked in good 
order. But since they wouldn't actually be staying here, it didn't really matter 
how easy the fire escape or her windows were to get to.
He followed her to the security door, trying not to let his gaze settle on the 
enticing sway of her hips but not entirely succeeding.
"Small place, he said, more to quell the urge to take her into his arms and 
kiss her senseless than any actual need to break the silence that had stretched 
between them since her comment about his lack of trust.
Which, he supposed, was a true enough statement. But given their past history, 
how could she really expect otherwise? Damn it, he didn't want to share her, 
pure and simple, and at least the moon magic gave him that security.
But did he want more than security? More than something short-term?
Maybe. But he was here to find a killer, not contemplate the direction of his 
life. Until that killer was found, he couldn't let himself truly concentrate on 
anything else. Just being with Vannah was distraction enough. He didn't need to 
be thinking about the future when the present might destroy any future hopes.
So why did he feel guilty? Why did he have this insane urge to say the words 
that would break the moon bond and leave her free to do as she pleased?
He didn't want a repeat of Rosehall. The attraction between them might still be 
insanely strong, but he was pretty much an old fashioned guy, and she still 
seemed to be the free spirit who refused to be pinned down to one man. As much 
as he might want to give her the freedom to choose, he just couldn't share her 
again. Nor did he wish a repeat of the emotional turmoil that had happened after 
she'd disappeared from Rosehall. She might have thought he was joking when he'd 
made the comment about getting drunk and smashing up his place, but he hadn't 
been.
She was the only woman who'd ever pushed him that far. The only woman he'd cared 
that much about.
He had no desire to go through it all a second time, but the more time he spent 
with her, the better the chance that would happen. They might know each other 
well sexually, but they knew squat outside the bedroom. At least the moon magic 
gave them a chance to be together, a chance to get to know each other better. A 
chance to discover whether or not there was the possibility of a long-term 
relationship without interference from other challengers.
He needed that time. They needed that time.
She opened the keypad's cover and pressed in her code, her fingers too quick for 
him to catch all the numbers. He swept his gaze over the door, looking for wires 
or any sign of tampering. Why buy the old lodge if you're happy living here?"
"That's an investment in the future. I can't be a ranger forever."
"Why not? He caught her fingers as she went to push the door open, and added, 
Let me check first."
She raised an eyebrow. Both this door and mine are security coded. No one can 
get into the building."
"You sure of that?"
"Yes. Anni has the code for this floor, but not mine. Not even Lana had both."
"Who has the code for your apartment, then?"
"No one besides Neva."
He kissed her warm fingers, and then released them. Not even Ronan?"
"Not even."
"Good."
She rolled her eyes. Just check the door so I can get upstairs and take my 
shower."
Enticing images of her warm, wet body rose in his mind, making his pulse race 
and his cock hard. Even though they'd made love less than hour ago, he was more 
than ready to go again. And it wasn't the moon magic. It was herthe way she 
moved, the way she sometimes looked at him, her exotic scent, and, oddly, her 
tender touches. He took a deep breath in an effort to quell the need surging 
through his veins, and said, Yes, ma'am."
She stepped to one side. He carefully cracked the door open and ran his fingers 
around the frame. Nothing beyond years of dust and the occasional dead bug. He 
opened the door a little further, checking the immediate hall area as well as 
behind the door. Nothing seemed out of place.
"The florist shop is closed, he said, noting the sign on the glass door to his 
right. That usual for this time of day?"
"No, it isn't. She crowded close, the heat of her breasts and body seeping into 
his spine as she peered past him. Most of Anni's clientele comes from the 
afterwork crowd, but she likes to open early to catch what she terms the 
later-than-they-should-be-and-in-the-doghouse husbands and boyfriends."
"Have you got a key to the shop?"
"Why would the killers bother snatching her?"
"Who knows? he answered. But at this stage, I wouldn't be surprised at 
anything."
"But it makes no sense. I mean, Anni and I aren't anything more than neighbors."
"We are not dealing with sane-thinking people here."
"True. She paused. And yeah, I have a key upstairs. Lana gave it to me a few 
years ago, just in case I needed to get in."
"So no one knows you have it?"
"The fire chief suggested it, but otherwise no. Her gaze met his, her green 
eyes bright in the semidarkness of the hall. Why?"
He shrugged as he led the way to the stairs. The fire chief didn't suggest she 
hold your key?"
"As I said before, I haven't got a key, and no one but my sister knows my code. 
So if they've snatched Anni thinking they'll get an easy way into my home, 
they're out of luck."
He climbed the stairs, and after she'd keyed open the door, repeated the 
checking process. Again, nothing. He stepped inside and closed the door behind 
him as he looked around.
Her apartment wasn't what he'd expected. Basically, it was one big room that 
encompassed the kitchen, dining and living room. The color scheme was warm, with 
sandstone ceilings and walls, floorboards that were stained a rich claret, and a 
mishmash of autumn-toned furniture and rugs. The room had been divided near the 
front of the building with doors leading off into what he presumed would be the 
bathroom and a small laundry room. Her big wrought-iron bed sat between the two 
back windows and was covered by a patchwork quilt that looked both luxurious and 
handmade.
Her room at Rosehall had been all airy and New Age, but this was comfortable. 
Relaxing.
"Nice."
She flashed him a smile over her shoulder as she walked to the kitchen area. 
Thanks. She pulled a pink-tagged key from a hook. Here's the key, if you want 
to check downstairs."
He caught it one-handed. Your security code?"
She didn't hesitate, just gave it to him, which was a little surprising given 
her earlier vehemence that he'd never get into her home.
"I'll be back in ten. Enjoy your shower."
"If you make it back in five, you can share it with me."
Her voice was low, seductive, and had his blood boiling in an instant. But if he 
started making love to her now, he had a feeling he wouldn't want to stop. Not 
today, not tomorrow, not ever. And while it was a delicious thought, it wasn't 
particularly a safe one. Not that making love to her tonight would be any safer, 
but at least they'd be a little harder for their murderous friends to find.
"As much as I'd love to, I don't think that's a wise course right now."
Her smile tore at his resolve. Well, if you change your mind, you know where to 
find me."
"See you in ten."
He left the room before desire overrode common sense. Soft laughter followed him 
out.
Tease, he thought.
Coward, she replied.
He grinned and headed down the stairs. The florist shop was still wrapped in 
darkness and as silent as a grave. He unlocked the door and felt around the 
frame, looking for wire before he opened it fully. While he doubted there would 
be anything more than cobwebs and dust, he didn't intend to take a chance. Not 
with this case.
The scents of lavender, roses, freesias and God knows what else, assaulted him 
the minute he fully opened the door. The rich aromas tickled his nose and made 
him sneeze. He'd never enjoyed flowery scentsnot until Vannah had come along, 
anyway. But then, her scent was far more exotic than the cloying smells that 
hung in the air here.
He scanned the dark room, looking for anything that appeared out of place. 
Nothing did, and there were no security cameras, either. A small counter stood 
near the back end of the room, and behind that, a closed door. He wove his way 
through the bucketed masses of color, wrinkling his nose to stave off another 
sneeze and half wondering how any wolf could stand to be in this place for too 
long. But maybe the old bird didn't have much of a nosethough it was usually 
sight that went first in a wolf, not the sense of smell.
There was nothing behind the counter beyond curled, brown rose petals and torn 
bits of ribbons. He tried opening the door, but it was locked. The main door key 
didn't fit it, either, which was a little odd. What could be so important to a 
florist that she kept it behind a separately locked door? Especially when most 
of the stock was sitting in the main room?
He didn't know, and he couldn't find out without breaking in. And he wouldn't do 
that until he had a reason tootherwise, he might only succeed in warning a 
potential suspect that she was under suspicion.
He turned back to the desk and began opening drawers. In the third one, he found 
a book containing delivery orders. He scanned through the pages, looking for 
Candy or Lonny. Neither of them were there. So why was Anni delivering flowers 
to Candy, and why weren't they being recorded? He closed the book and returned 
it. Then he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and called Trista.
"Hey, boss, she said. I just finished talking to Bryton, the ranger over in 
Merron."
He opened the last drawer and began looking through it. And?"
"He was very helpful."
Undoubtedly hoping for a repeat of last summer, Cade thought wryly. So he knew 
Lonny Jackson?"
"Oh yeah. Apparently, the mother was off with the fairies most of the time, and 
her daughters both ran wild."
He pulled out some notebooks and quickly flicked through them. Nothing more than 
old delivery addresses. The rest of the drawer was full of loose papers. He 
grabbed a handful, and started looking through them. The other sister wouldn't 
happen to be called Candy, would she?"
"She certainly would. Apparently Candy was the result of a drunken one-night 
stand with a human, and Frankie never bothered registering her birth."
"Nice of her."
"Yeah. But the really interesting bit of gossip as far as we're concerned is the 
one about Lonny's father."
A letter in spidery writing caught his eye. It was from Lana Lee and addressed 
to Anni Hawkins rather than Anni Jenkins. Instinct prickled. Was Anni connected 
to Frankie's mother in some way and, therefore, Jontee?
Pay up the owed rental, the note said, or I shall report you to the police. It 
was not so much the threat, as the way it was worded that struck him as odd. Why 
the police rather than the rangers? Why even go to the police for a rental 
dispute? There were certainly other avenues to try first. He put the letter to 
one side, and continued on.
"So who is Lonny's father?"
"Jontee McGuire."
Elation ran through him. Finally, they had a connection. Maybe not to the 
current murders, but at least to Jontee and Rosehall, and that was what these 
murders were about. You sure?"
"Bryton is. Apparently, knocking Frankie up is the reason Jontee left Merron in 
the first place. Frankie's father was furious that a half-breed had done his 
daughter and beat both of them to an inch of their lives. Jontee did a runner, 
and Frankie was apparently never the same mentally."
From what Vannah had said, Jontee hadn't been, either. Though he'd seemed pretty 
damn sane when they'd caught and convicted him. How old were they?"
"Fifteen. Jontee apparently lived next door to the Doherty household."
"The time frames are right. He paused, studying a snip of paper with an 
out-of-town phone number on it. Probably nothing, but worth checking. So what 
happened to Candy and Lonny when Frankie and her husband died?"
"They apparently went to a nominated guardian."
"Who was?"
Trista paused, and the sound of flicking paper came down the phone line. Jina 
Hawkins. Hawkins was Frankie's mother's maiden name."
He frowned. The name rang a distant bell. He'd heard it before, not so much 
connected to Rosehall but to Jontee himself. So she was Frankie's half sister?"
"Apparently, though she never lived with her mom and Frankie's dad."
"Bryton tell you much about Jina?"
"Not really. Apparently she was thirteen years older than Frankie, and her 
mother would never tell anyone who her father was. Whether Jina knew is anyone's 
guess. She left the place when she graduated, and she hasn't been seen at the 
reservation since."
"So how did they find her to relocate the kids?"
"Bryton didn't know, but he's going to ask around."
"Good. Do a check through the system and see if you can find anything our end. 
And while you're there, do a check on Anni Jenkins, Anni Hawkins and a Lana 
Lee. He gave her all the spellings.
"Anni Hawkins any relation to Jina Hawkins?"
"That's one of the things I need to find out."
"Who are the others? she asked.
"Maybe more pieces of the puzzle. He shoved the papers and notebooks back into 
the drawer and closed it. Don't suppose you or Anton have had a chance to look 
into James Oliver?"
"There's nothing out of the ordinary yet."
"What about banking records?"
"Again, there's nothing unusual so far. She paused. It would be quicker to do 
it through official channels."
"And maybe stir up a hornet's nest for no reason? No thanks. Besides, maybe 
there was nothing to find. His intuition might not be wrong often, but that 
didn't mean it couldn't be this time. Oh, and check this number for me. He 
grabbed the scrap of paper and read out the phone number. Let me know who or 
what that belongs to."
"Will do."
She hung up, and he shoved the phone back into his pocket. He scanned the area 
to ensure everything was back in place, then picked up the two bits of paper and 
retreated. Vannah was dressed and brushing her hair in the kitchen by the time 
he got back up to her apartment.
"Anni's not downstairs. His boot heels echoed against the wooden floorboards as 
he made his way across the room. And there doesn't seem to be anything out of 
place in the shop."
"I figured as much. She picked up the coffee pot with her free hand. Coffee?"
"Yes, thanks. He grabbed the brush from her and began to run it through the wet 
silk of her hair. Her sigh was filled with contentment. He wished there was a 
mirror close so he could see her face, see the sweet half-smile that always 
curved her lips whenever he'd done this at Rosehall. What do you know about 
Anni Jenkins?"
She shrugged. Not a great deal. We do the inane chat thing whenever we see each 
other, but it never goes beyond that."
"Do you have any idea why Lana Lee would send a note to Anni Jenkins but address 
it as Anni Hawkins?"
"No. But Lana had to be at least one-fifty. Always possible her memory was 
going. She paused. What did the note say?"
"It was a demand for rent or she'd report Anni to the police."
"Odd for her to say police rather than rangers."
"Exactly what I was thinking. Maybe the old girl knew something about Anni that 
we don't. Maybe that's the reason Lana died in your suspicious fire."
"What date was the letter?"
"Seventeenth."
"Two days before the fire. She took a sip of her coffee and then added, Can I 
look at the letter?"
He took it from his pocket and handed it to her. As she read it, he continued 
running the brush through her glorious hair, enjoying the soft feel of it as it 
slid past his fingertips, the way the silky strands gleamed like liquid gold as 
the overhead light caressed them. Was there anything more erotic than brushing a 
woman's hair? Other than caressing skin to skin? It had always gotten him fired 
up. But then, when it came to Vannah, just one look could push him over the 
edge.
"It definitely looks like Lana's writing, she said. The old girl was always 
writing us about the hoodlums taking over her street and demanding we do 
something about it."
"But she never mentioned Anni Jenkins?"
"No. She hesitated. You know, Anni's talked about a lot of things over the 
last six months, but I can't actually recall her ever mentioning where she came 
from. Odd, really."
"I've asked Trista to do a search to see if she can come up with anything."
"Good. She handed him the note, turned around and snagged her brush from his 
hand. In the meantime, we'd better go question Ari."
He wrapped his arms around her supple body and pulled her close. Then he tried 
to ignore how good it felt, how swiftly his body responded to the warm press of 
hers. But it wasn't so easy to ignore the sudden longing to be able to do this 
any time he pleased, for the rest of his life. Before we go anywhere, you need 
to answer that question."
She frowned. What question?"
"Why can't you be a ranger forever?"
"Oh, that. She screwed up her nose. Because I want to have kids one day."
"Kids and working are not mutually exclusive."
"I know that, but I don't want to be a working mom. I want to be able to stay 
home and watch their every little milestone. At least until they're old enough 
to go to school."
Surprise ran through him. Somehow, I can't imagine the free-spirited woman I 
knew at Rosehall becoming a stay-at-home mom."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his nose. The brief touch sent 
desire shooting through every inch of his body, and it was all he could do not 
to press her back against the counter and give in to it.
"As I keep reminding you, she said softly, her lips so close they were teasing 
his with possibilities, the me you knew at Rosehall was discovering and 
exploring my sexuality, and I'd certainly never planned on committing to just 
one man."
Which she hadn't. And it still hurt, still angered him, even if the sensible 
part of him was willing to accept her reasons now that he'd heard her side of 
it. He might not understand them, but he was willing to believe them.
"What about you? she continued softly, her green eyes twinkling with what 
suspiciously looked like amusement.
"Never imagined myself as a stay-at-home mom, he answered dryly. But if my 
wife wants to be the bread winner, I'm more than willing to look after the 
kids."
"So you're a modern-thinking man?"
"I'm a lazy man who only works because he needs to support himself."
"Raising kids ain't easy, you know."
He grinned. Don't I know it. I helped raise my brothers after my dad died and 
Mom was forced to work."
She raised her eyebrows. How many brothers?"
He slid one hand down to her butt and pressed her even closer, until the heat of 
her mound was pressed firmly against his erection. Gently, he rubbed back and 
forth against her, enjoying the sensation even if it was also the ultimate form 
of torture since he had no intention of taking it any further. Four."
Her pupils dilated as desire overran the amusement in her eyes. I would have 
thought that having four brothers would turn you off to having kids of your 
own."
"Well, it did make me damn careful about getting the fertility control injection 
every six months, just to make sure I was shooting blanks."
She grinned. I hope you're still shooting those blanks, because I'm not ready 
to have kids just yet."
"Neither am I, believe me. Even if the thought of having kids with her made him 
warm inside.
And therein lay his real dilemma. He could lie to her, and he could lie to 
himself, as much as he liked. But the truth was, if he wanted to discover if 
what lay between them had the strength to end in such a dream, then he was going 
to have to release her from the moon magic and allow her the choice of being 
with him. Or not.
But if he released her, he risked losing her again, and once was more than 
enough. Yet, by not releasing her, he faced the risk of losing her anyway. He 
might hold her physically, but he'd never be able to lay claim to anything more.
And he wanted that more. Wanted all she was willing to freely give.
So was it love?
Having never been in love, he couldn't honestly say what it felt like. But he 
very much suspected that if he didn't already love her, then he was certainly 
headed that way. Fast. And the more he tried not to think about it, to 
concentrate on the reason he was here rather than what he was feeling, the more 
control seemed to slither from his grasp. She'd had that effect on him at 
Rosehall, and it hadn't lessened in the ten years they'd been apart.
Maybe what he should really do was just talk about it. Get it all out in the 
open and let it hang there for discussion. But his gut clenched and his throat 
threatened to close over.
Talking about emotions wasn't something he'd ever been prone to do, and it was a 
hard habit to break, even for somethingsomeoneas important as this.
She was right. He was a coward. He'd faced many a criminal with a loaded gun 
aimed at his face, and never once had he been as terrified as he was just now.
Her lips brushed his tenderly. Some deep thoughts you appear to be having 
there, she said, the glow in her eyes making him wonder if she'd perhaps been 
following them. Hope all this talk of babies hasn't made you skittish."
"Not in the least. In fact, it's nice to know the free spirit has mellowed."
"I haven't mellowed that much, as you'll find out if you don't stop doing what 
you're doing."
He raised a teasing eyebrow. And what might I be doing?"
"Like you can't smell my arousal. Her sudden smirk was saucy. That's like 
saying I can't feel your erection."
"It's attracted to heat, and there seems to be a lot happening at the moment. 
He leaned down and kissed her like he intended to make love to her tonightlong 
and slow.
The sharp ringing of the phone brought the moment to an end. She broke away with 
a sigh, then leaned across and snagged the handset off the wall.
"This had better be good, she said, her voice smoky with frustrated desire.
He wasn't sure what the person on the other end said, but the sudden tension 
stiffening her body told him it wasn't good news.
"I'll be there in ten, she said, and hung up.
"What? he asked immediately.
Her stricken gaze turned to his. There's been another murder. They think it 
might be Ike."


Chapter Eleven 
Savannah pulled on the hand brake then crossed her arms over the steering wheel 
as she stared up at the old walking trail. Despite the sun flaring against the 
golden hues of the Aspens, the trail itself lay wrapped in a darkness as 
complete as the clouds gathering above.
It couldn't be Ike lying dead up there in that darkness. It couldn't be.
But what was she going to do if it was? She'd sent him after Denny, despite 
Cade's protests that he was too inexperienced. If Ike was dead, then she was 
responsible, as surely as if she'd loaded the gun and pulled the trigger.
"You okay?"
Cade's voice was soft, full of an understanding that almost unleashed the tears 
building inside.
She nodded, licking her lips as she battled for control. She was a ranger, damn 
it, and she would continue to act like one, no matter who was up there.
"Grab your coat. She wrapped a shaking hand around the handle and opened the 
door. Bad weather has a habit of coming in fast up here."
He nodded, getting his coat and the crime scene kit from behind the seat as she 
climbed out of the truck. The wind skidded around her with icy sharpness, filled 
with the scent of the oncoming storm. They had to get up there before the rain 
hit and destroyed any chance of finding evidence. She zipped up her coat, but 
the sound of a truck engine coming up the hill behind them made her spin around.
It was a red truck she recognized. Ronan's. And Steve was sitting beside him.
"Shouldn't he be in the hospital? Cade asked, limping around to stand beside 
her. His shoulder brushed hers, and warmth jumped between them. She fleetingly 
wished he'd stand closer. Wrap an arm around her shoulder and enfold her in his 
heat, because right now, she was chilled to the bone, and it wasn't the weather.
"Yeah, he should, she replied, as Ronan climbed stiffly out of his truck. She 
raised her voice a little. So why isn't he in the hospital?"
"Because he has no intention of twiddling his thumbs in bed while mad women are 
running around trying to murder his workmates and best friend. He shrugged into 
his leather jacket, his face pale but determined. These bitches are mine."
"You and Cade have a common goal, then, she said. Fitting really, seeing 
you're both so goddamned stubborn."
A grin teased Ronan's lips as his gaze went to Cade. She could teach both of us 
a thing or two about stubborn. You know that, don't you?"
"I'm beginning to discover it, Cade said dryly, then touched a hand to her 
spine. The heat of his fingers soaked through the jacket and swept across her 
skin like fire. We'd better get up there."
"So says the three-legged wolf who should also be in the hospital, she 
muttered, but she knew she was only delaying the inevitable. She snagged the 
crime scene kit from him and slung it over her shoulder. Steve, you want to 
grab the cameras from the back of Ronan's truck?"
"You carry cameras in the back of the truck? Cade asked, as they began to make 
their way up the trail.
"Specially-made locked compartment, Ronan answered. They're mine rather than 
the department's. I'm a would-be photographic artist in my spare time."
"Really? Cade's voice held a note of surprise. What sort of cameras do you 
use?"
Savannah couldn't help smiling as the two men who were, other than her sister, 
the two most important people in her life conversed. Given all the hostility 
Cade had thrown Ronan's way yesterday, the easy way they talked now was 
something of a surpriseand a welcome one. But had anything really changed? Or 
was it simply a matter of common interest breaking down the barriers? After all, 
while she might love Cade, she knew nothing about his life or what he did 
outside his job, though he'd once told her his work was his life. But a man who 
lived for his work didn't go on alcoholic benders and smash up his place when a 
woman walked out of his life.
It was, she thought, a rather telling reaction to the feelings he'd refused to 
admit at Rosehall.
The trail ahead turned sharply to the left. If the hiker who'd found the body 
had his distances right, then they'd find the victim not far ahead.
Her stomach began to churn even harder, and she found herself silently praying 
that it wasn't Ike, that it was somebody, anybody, else. Which wasn't entirely 
fair, because that somebody else would have family, friends and loved ones, just 
like Ike did.
When she found the twisted pine the hiker had mentioned, she hesitated. Then she 
determinedly swept aside the drooping branches and kept on going. And there, on 
the dirt and rotting leaves not far off the trail, was the naked body of a man. 
She stopped, her gaze sweeping his mutilated, spread-eagled body before coming 
to rest on his face.
It wasn't Ike.
It was Denny.
Relief ran through her, but it was swiftly followed by anger. Denny might not 
have been anyone's favorite kid, but he had been just a kid, and he certainly 
deserved more than this.
The three men stopped on either side of her. Shit, Ronan said softly. Denny."
"Yeah. Even death was a bitch to the kid. She hauled the kit off her shoulder 
and unzipped it. So where the hell is Ike if Denny is here?"
"Hopefully, not a hostage. Ronan glanced at her. Have you contacted search and 
rescue? It's not their usual type of rescue but still"
"I know. And Steve did."
Cade squatted on his heels, his expression pensive has he studied the scene 
before them. This is different than the other two murders. This wasn't a 
ritual, just a murder."
Her gaze jumped back to the body, and for the first time, she saw the 
differences. No stone ring."
"And while his penis and scrotum are sliced away, they didn't remove his heart, 
Ronan added. We have a different killer."
"Or a copycat, Cade said grimly.
"It can hardly be a copycat when we've kept the murders out of the newspapers, 
Ronan retorted. And none of us has let the cat out of the bag."
"It's not a copycat, she said softly, staring at the body. For an instant, it 
almost seemed like she could almost feel his struggle for life, taste that 
moment of stark horror when he realized what was going to happen to him. Could 
smell the thick smell of citrus and cigarette smoke as cold steel slid into his 
spine and pain flared like fire ... the sensations slid away and she shuddered.
"It was the same killer, she said, glad her voice showed no sign of the 
shakiness growing inside. Only she doesn't believe in the ritual. She just 
needs the thrill, the blood. She hesitated. It was Candy who did this."
Cade looked up at her. What makes you think that?"
She hesitated again. Clairvoyance. Instinct or whatever you want to call it. It 
hits at the weirdest times."
"But it's usually always correct. Ronan turned around to grab the cameras off 
Steve. So, if this is the same killer, why the ritual on the other two?"
"There are three killers, not one, Cade answered, his gaze returning to the 
body. The other murders were a lure to get me here. This looks more like need."
She handed Steve the crime scene tape, then crossed her arms, trying to warm the 
chill from her body as Ronan began taking shots of Denny's body. While Candy 
and Lonny are definitely involved somewhere along the line, we can't say the 
same about Anni."
Cade glanced up at her again. I wasn't talking about Anni. The third person is 
Nelle."
"Nelle hasn't yet been spotted. Not by you and not by me."
"She's here. I can feel it."
Ronan moved around the circle to get shots from the other side of the body. She 
followed carefully, scanning the ground as she walked, looking for prints or 
anything else that would lead them to their killer. Killers. Nelle wasn't 
involved in the Rosehall murders."
"Why are you so sure that she wasn't?"
"Why are you so sure that she was?"
He raised an eyebrow as he rose and walked towards the body. The leaves covering 
the ground crunched softly with his every step, until it almost sounded like he 
was crushing bones. She shivered again and rubbed her arms.
"Because I always believed Jontee wasn't working alone. He squatted beside 
Denny's body. Think about it. If he wasn't clear-minded enough to run the 
day-to-day operations of Rosehall, how would he be able to run something as 
meticulously planned as the murders?"
She squatted beside him. He couldn't, she admitted. So why convict him?"
"Because all the evidence pointed to him. Plus, I saw him standing over the last 
victim with the knife in his hand. The blood was still fresh and running down 
his arm. And we had his subsequent confession."
"So why did he do it? That was the one thing she'd never understood. The Jontee 
she knew was sweet and caringa powerful, magnetic soul who was almost childlike 
in some ways, and very adult in others. And she would have sworn either of his 
personalities wouldn't have hurt another person. And yet, there had been that 
darkness in him, a darkness that had seemed to be growing over the last few 
weeks at Rosehall. Certainly, he'd seemed a more frustrated and angry man during 
that time.
"He said the impure needed the blood to cleanse their souls."
"Impure? She raised her eyebrows and looked at him. What the hell does that 
mean?"
His navy gaze was shuttered, giving little away, and yet she sensed the anger in 
him as well. Or was it frustration at knowing that they'd caught one killer but 
had possibly let others go free to kill again?
"Jontee's harem was nearly all half-breeds. His voice was flat. Maybe they 
were the impure."
She snorted softly. Jontee was a half-breed too, so that theory doesn't hold, 
given you said he didn't drink the blood himself. She pointed at Denny's body. 
Whoever killed our first two victims lapped at the blood. That hasn't happened 
here, and from what I've read and seen, it didn't happen at Rosehall, either."
He glanced at her sharply. Seen?"
She hesitated, and then she grimaced. Via clairvoyance, not actually seeing."
He shifted, his movements sharp and filled with anger. That anger swirled around 
her, thick and intense. You never told me."
"You never asked. Besides, I never knew, until that night when you raided my 
mind, that what I was seeing was actually happening."
"So when did you have these visions?"
Again she hesitated. When I with Jontee."
"For God's sake. He thrust a hand through his hair. Didn't it occur to you 
that what you were dreaming might not be clairvoyance, but real events you were 
picking up from Jontee's mind?"
"How the hell could I? I had no idea they were happening, for a start. She 
thrust to her feet. I was eighteen, damn it."
"That seems to be a very convenient excuse, he retorted. And it doesn't hold 
water in this particular argument. You could have told me once you knew why I 
was there."
"When did I have the time? You ran off straight away to catch your bad guy."
"Not straight away, he cut back. There was time enough to say what had to be 
said."
Yeah, like I'm sorry. I love you. Stuff she'd ached to hear and to say. But she 
supposed, in this instance, he was right. Her age wasn't a good excuse for 
keeping silent about what she'd seen, nor was her anger at him. She'd known, 
even before he'd raided her mind for answers, that something was wrong at 
Rosehall. She just hadn't realized how wrong.
But it was hardly fair of him to accuse her of not talking when he was guilty of 
the very same crime. There was time enough for you to ask, you know. But you 
never could do that, could you? Taking was always easier."
"It takes two to talk, Savannah."
"People, Ronan interrupted. Argue later. Let's find what clues there are to 
find before that storm hits."
She glanced at Ronan and saw the hint of censure in his eyes. She took a deep 
breath and released it slowly. You're right. I'm sorry. She glanced at her 
watch. Doc Carson should be here any minute. Steve, you want go meet him, and 
fetch a tarp while you're there? It'll at least protect the body and the 
immediate area around it when the storm hits."
He nodded and headed off down the path. She pulled on some gloves and glanced at 
Ronan to ensure he'd taken the shots of the body's position. When he nodded, she 
knelt and carefully lifted Denny's right hand.
"There are abrasions along the knuckles, she noted. He hit something pretty 
hard."
"Hopefully, Candy. Cade shifted a little. Look at the jaggedness of the 
genital woundit looks ripped more than cut."
"Maybe she was in a hurry."
He looked at her. Or she used something other than a knife."
She closed her eyes for a minute, battling the surge of sick images that rose at 
his words. A blood frenzy."
It happened only rarely in the werewolf population, but it was the one event 
that had led to the still common human myth that werewolves became insane 
killers every time the moon bloomed full. Truth was, though the desire to hunt 
was an instinct every wolf possessed, it was one very well controlled. It had to 
be, because while wolves might be stronger and faster, the human population had 
always vastly outnumbered them.
But just as there were humans who snapped the bonds of sanity and rationality to 
become killers, there were also wolves. Those wolves were the ones who hunted. 
And humans, with none of the natural cunning of a wolf's normal prey, were an 
easy target.
Cade looked around. If this was a blood killing, then it didn't happen here. 
There's no sign of a struggle. Denny might have been a kid in lust, but even he 
would have seen the frenzy come over her eventually."
"Yes. She hesitated, remembering the clairvoyant images. But she did have a 
knife. She drove it through his spine."
Cade's eyebrows rose, but he didn't comment as he rolled Denny onto his side. 
The knife wound was there, just as she'd seen.
"The smell of the blood must have sent her into the frenzy, he commented.
Ronan walked up behind her and took some shots. If this was a blood killing, 
why move the body and try to make it look like the others? It would have made 
more sense if she'd let us think this killing was unrelated. That alone suggests 
the frenzy wasn't all consuming."
"There are some blood takers who learn to control it over time. Or at least long 
enough to get somewhere where they can't hunt humanity."
"That still doesn't explain this, she said, waving a hand at the way Denny was 
positioned.
Cade scratched his jaw, his expression thoughtful. Maybe she was ordered to 
make Denny look like a ritual killing, but the frenzy started getting the better 
of her. Or maybe the approach of the hiker forced her to retreat or risk being 
discovered."
"Either way, Ronan said. There's going to be DNA evidence, at least, on his 
body."
"And it will be at wherever this murder actually happened. She glanced up as 
rain began to sprinkle on them. The patch of sky visible through the trees was 
as black as coal. That storm is about to hit. We'd better get looking. Ronan, 
you'd better wait for Steve."
He nodded and handed her his spare camera. She and Cade rose and began a 
thorough search of the immediate area. When they found nothing, they broadened 
the search. About ten minutes later, the wind dropped, leaving the forest in an 
expectant hushat least until the rain began to pelt down. The icy drops of 
moisture hit her hard, chilling her skin and slithering past her neck and down 
her spine. She shivered and flicked up the collar of her jacket, but it didn't 
seem to help much. The splats of water against the leaf-covered ground sounded 
as sharp as gunshots, and despite the cover of the tree canopy, the world had 
become gray.
"Over here, Cade called, his voice sounding close even if she couldn't see him 
through the trees and the wet gloom.
She made her way toward the sound of his voice and found him squatting over a 
muddy footprint and a torn patch of ground just in front of a bunch of rocks 
that formed a small cave.
She knew the cave. Most wolves who grew up in Ripple Creek did. Thanks to the 
council's views on the whole sex before marriage thing, it was often in places 
like this that teenage wolves first began exploring their sexuality. Certainly, 
she and Ronan had explored desire in a place very similar.
Someone needed to oust her dad, she thought sourly, and start getting some 
common sense back into the community. Then maybe a kid like Denny wouldn't have 
been forced to use a place so perfect for his murder.
"The struggle started inside the cave, she said, her gaze following the scuff 
marks, and continued out here."
He nodded and pointed to an area where the soil was darker. The amount of blood 
here indicates this might be were she tore at his genitals. I'll need to get a 
sample to be sure."
She took some photos first, then handed him bags and gloves before heading into 
the cave. She paused in the entrance, allowing her eyes time to adjust before 
moving fully inside. There was more evidence of a fight here, though the drier 
soil failed to catch any worthwhile prints. There was no clothing, meaning Candy 
had come back here to clean up after being spooked by the hiker.
Which definitely suggested the frenzy wasn't all-consuming. So did that mean 
Candy had become so accustomed to the attacks that she could, to some extent, 
control them?
She didn't know. As far as she knew, they'd never had trouble with blood 
frenzies in Ripple Creek. Nor did they want it now. While the reservation didn't 
survive on the tourist dollar, there were some residents who did, and any attack 
by a wolf on a human tended to affect every reservation.
She collected samples from several small areas of soil that looked darkened by 
fluid of some kind, carefully numbering and recording each one. As she rose to 
leave, a glint caught her eye. She walked over to the corner and brushed aside 
the dirt. The glint turned out to be a small, heart-shaped pendant.
Exactly the same as the one Candy had been wearing.
"Bingo, she said softly, bagging the necklace and tagging the area before 
moving out of the cave.
"What have you found? Cade had moved to an area sheltered by overhanging rocks, 
but he looked around as she appeared.
"A possible connection to Candy. She showed him the necklace. She was wearing 
one like this when I talked to her this morning."
"It gives us a reason to pick her up, at least. He rose. I've found several 
pieces of human tissue scattered about, but not enough to cover what the boy is 
missing."
God. Bile rose, and she closed her eyes, fighting it. She's had more than 
enough time to clean up."
"Maybe she didn't need to. He cupped a hand to her cheek, and gently brushed 
his thumb across her rain-wet lips. Have you ever seen a wolf in a frenzy?"
"No, and it's not something I ever want to witness, thank you very much."
"I have. His dark eyes were distant. Troubled. Five years ago. It took half a 
dozen of us to bring him down in the end, and none of us walked away unscathed. 
He moved his hand and showed her his palm. For the first time, she noticed the 
pale, ragged scar stretching from one side to the other. I was lucky. Some of 
them lost fingers, hands, and even whole arms. He tore and ate whatever he could 
get hold of."
She swallowed back bile. No wonder humans are scared of us."
"Even wolves should fear those who are in a frenzy. Believe me, sanity has taken 
a back seat and blood and flesh is all they want. And they're not picky whose."
Her phone rang, a shrill sound in the wet wildness of the storm. She started, 
her heart leaping into overdrive.
Cade grinned, then leaned forward and dropped a kiss on her lips, his mouth like 
a furnace against hers. Getting a little jumpy there, aren't you?"
"Can you blame me? She stepped back and answered the phone.
It was Kel. Just got a call from a couple doing the Fitness Freaks tour."
Savannah ran a hand across her face. Fitness Freaks was a hiking group that 
regularly ran guided tours along the intermediate Red Mountain trail. 
Unfortunately, Kel just as regularly got rescue calls from hikers who weren't as 
fit as they thought they were. Tell Marion I haven't got anyone to spare to 
come and pick up hikers who've changed their mind. Tell her this time they're 
going to have to walk back down."
"This wasn't from Marion but from a couple of hikers who'd dropped a little 
behind. They said it sounds as if something is attacking the main group. There's 
a whole lot of screaming and snarling."
Oh, fuck ... I'll head there now. Call the paramedics out, too, Kel."
She hung up and looked at Cade. Sounds like Candy's still in the frenzy. 
There's a tour group being attacked not far from here."
"Then we'd better get there. Fast."
She nodded, slung the camera over her shoulder, and followed him back down the 
mountain. Are we going to need help?"
"Probably. He had his phone out even as he answered her question.
"What about tranquilizer darts?"
"The last guy I mentioned? He took half a dozen darts and still managed to 
mutilate three people before he went down. He paused to talk into the phone, 
rattling out commands in a sharp voice.
Great. Just what they neededto be going after a mad wolf armed only with darts 
that may have little or no effect.
Ronan and Steve looked around as they came out of the trees.
"What's up? Ronan stood.
"There's a tour group being attacked on the Red Mountain trail. We think it's 
Candy, so you'd better come with us. She glanced at Steve. You'd better stay 
here with the doc."
"Hart, our forensics guy, is on his way here, Cade said, as he shoved the 
phone back into his pocket. Trista and Anton will meet us up there."
"We can't afford to wait for them."
Cade glanced at her. No. You have those tranquilizer guns in your trucks?"
"Yes."
"Then let's go get the bitch."
* * * *
Despite the weather, the scent of blood seemed to hang in the air, thick and 
rich and ripe, which, Cade thought wearily, meant it was truly bad up ahead. He 
rubbed a hand across his jaw and half wished they could have done something, 
anything, to prevent this tragedy. Attacks like this didn't do the reservations 
any favors, especially since it was the human habit to blame all wolves for the 
actions of a few. They'd be paying for this for years, economically at least. 
Though Candy herself would pay with her life. There was no such thing as a 
second chance for a wolf found guilty of murdering a human.
He shut the truck door and flipped up the collar of his coat as he stared up the 
trail. There was no sound other than the howl of the wind and the smash of the 
rain against everything that stood in its path. Not even from the two 
white-faced women who emerged from the cover of several pines and ran towards 
them.
The oldest of the two didn't stop until she'd hit him full on. He grunted in 
surprise and automatically wrapped his arms around her. Her entire body shook, 
and her skin was icy. The other woman stopped several paces away, a haunted, 
almost vacant look in her eyes. Exposure, combined with shock. Their first 
priority had to be getting them warm. He glanced at Savannah and raised an 
eyebrow. She nodded at his unasked question and moved back to the truck.
"It's all right, Ma'am, he said, briskly but gently rubbing the back of the 
woman hugging him so tight. Can you tell me what happened?"
"You've got to help them. Please. Her voice was muffled by his chest and little 
more than a hoarse, shaky whisper.
The strong scent of blood, and the fact that there was no screaming or howling 
coming from the trail ahead, suggested it was already far too late to help 
anyone up there. And he knew from past experience that it was better to sneak up 
on a wolf in a frenzy than to jump right in.
He grimaced, and tried to keep his voice calm as he said, Ma'am, we need to 
know what happened."
"A big cream wolf just came out of nowhere and attacked us. It was crazy, just 
tearing and biting and ... oh God. She started to cry softly.
He gently squeezed her shoulder, feeling awkward and knowing such gestures 
offered little in the way of comfort. He doubted anything would right now. How 
long has it been quiet?"
"I don't know, she said, alternating between hiccupping and crying. Not long. 
A minute, maybe more. God, you've got to hurry. Please."
She broke down completely, her sobs shaking her body and his. Savannah 
approached, wrapping a blanket around the woman's shoulders before gently prying 
her away. He couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief. He hated clingy women. 
Always had, which was probably why he'd fallen so hard for Savannah. He stopped 
the thought cold. Now was not the time for such things.
He glanced at the second woman, and touched her arm. Her flesh was almost blue, 
her eyes vacant and jaw slack. Ma'am? he said softly.
No response. Ma'am, he said, a little louder this time. We need to ask some 
questions."
Vannah came back with another waterproof blanket and wrapped it around the 
woman's shoulders. There was no reaction.
Savannah glanced at him. You want me to prod her telepathically?"
He hesitated. Technically, he should be the one doing it since such intrusions 
were in his purview, while they could get her into serious trouble. But they 
couldn't let this drag on. They had to know what to expect and get up there 
before Candy finished gorging herself and moved on. And Vannah was obviously a 
far stronger psychic than he. He nodded.
Savannah placed her fingers on either side of the woman's cheeks and narrowed 
her eyes. A whisper of energy teased his mind, and then her thoughts were in his 
head, a distant echo of the force she used on the woman.
Ma'am, we need to know many people were in your group. 
He shouldn't be able to hear her. The fact that he could meant this thing 
between them went far deeper than he'd presumed.
God, it was so damn frustrating that he just couldn't grab her and talk to her. 
Really talk to herget out in the open all she was feeling, all he was feeling. 
Get the past and future sorted out.
But there was Candy, and the humans, and somewhere in Ripple Creek a madwoman 
intent on making them pay for their so-called crimes of the past.
He had to think about thatensure they both survived thatbefore he did anything 
else.
The woman came to life, jumping like a terrified rabbit as she stuttered, Five 
... six including Marion, the guide. Please. She grabbed Savannah's jacket with 
her free hand, her knuckles so white they gleamed in the gloom. Please help 
them. My sister"
"We'll go find them, Savannah said, her voice rock steady, soothing, even 
though she gave him a hopeless sort of look that made him want to wrap his arms 
around her and protect her from the madness up ahead. She peeled the woman's 
grip from her coat and added, But you need to get into the truck with your 
friend and lock the door. Do you understand?"
The woman nodded, but she didn't move. Savannah gently guided her toward the 
truck and helped her inside.
"Humans, Ronan said, anger in his voice as he handed Cade a tranquilizer gun. 
Not wolves. It's going to be a blood bath up there."
"Yes. No wolf, or group of wolves, for that matter, could have hoped to protect 
a group of humans against a wolf in bloodlust. And dart guns were going to be 
next to useless if Candy was still in that frenzy. Still, they had no other 
option but to go on. The rangers didn't carry proper weapons, and his team 
hadn't arrived with silver bullets. He raised the small dart gun and checked to 
make sure it was ready to fire. Two darts. Not nearly enough if this went down 
badly. He glanced at Vannah as she returned. Ready?"
Her face was pale, her green eyes determined. No. But let's go anyway."
He smiled. His woman had a lot of courage; there was no doubt about that. 
Spread out. That way she can only go for one of us at a time."
She nodded and headed to the left edge of the trail. He headed down the middle, 
because it was the most dangerous and he was the only one with any real 
experience against a wolf in a frenzy. Ronan took the right-hand side.
They splashed through the wind and the rain, quickly reaching a sweeping bend 
that arced around to the right. At the end of it, in the middle of the road, 
amongst the mud and the puddles, lay the bloody, broken bodies of the hiking 
group. Not whole bodies. Just parts.
And standing beside them, still consuming the warm flesh, was a cream colored 
wolf. She didn't even seem to notice them, though she surely would have smelled 
them, if not heard them. Maybe the need to consume flesh was greater than the 
need to flee. He'd seen it happen many a time.
He quickly raised the weapon and fired his two darts. Heard the soft retorts to 
his left and right as Vannah and Ronan fired their weapons simultaneously. The 
metal tipped darts hit the large wolf in a small cluster right in the middle of 
her chest. She howled, a sharp sound of fury and pain, and bared bloodstained 
canines at them. But she didn't move, and that in itself indicated the frenzy 
was still under some control. She had done this to these people because she'd 
wanted to, not because she had to.
"Candy Jackson, you're under arrest for"
Before Vannah had the chance to finish, the cream wolf attacked. Not him, as 
he'd expected, but Vannah.
"Watch out, he warned, and threw the spent weapon at the lunging wolf, hoping 
to distract her even as he sprang to intercept her. But Vannah was far faster. 
In the blink of an eye, she'd shifted shape and launched herself at the cream 
wolf. They hit in mid air with bone-jarring force and tumbled to the ground, 
snarling and snapping and tearing at each other. Crimson stripes appeared along 
Vannah's golden hide, and fear and anger surged through him. Cursing softly, he 
shifted shape and lunged into the fray, snapping at Candy's back legs in an 
attempt to hamstring her.
As he and Vannah attacked from the back and the front, Ronan's russet-colored 
form hit Candy from the side, knocking her off her feet. Vannah pounced, locking 
her jaws around the cream wolf's exposed neck, a low warning rumbling up her 
throat.
Candy stilled instantly. Vannah had her jaws locked around a wolf's most 
vulnerable spot, and she could so easily rip the other wolf's throat apart. Cade 
had no idea how she was resisting the temptation, especially given the bloody 
mess that lay behind them.
He shifted to human form, as did Ronan. Vannah didn't move or shift shape until 
the drugs in the darts had taken effect. As she spat the hairs from her mouth, 
his gaze skated down her body, noting with relief the wounds on her side were 
little more than scratches.
"That wasn't a frenzy, she said eventually, wiping a hand across her mouth but 
still missing several cream hairs. Or we wouldn't have downed her so easily."
He brushed the hairs away from one corner of her lips with a fingertip. No. She 
killed these people because she wanted to, because she enjoys the taste of 
flesh."
Her gaze flicked to the mess behind them, and her face lost what little color it 
had left. God, those poor people. She hesitated, and there was a catch in her 
voice as she added, I can't even see Marion."
If Marion had spiky black hair and leathery brown skin, then her head and part 
of her torso were lying in a ditch just off the main path. But she didn't need 
to know that, didn't need to see it. He touched a hand to her chin and forced 
her gaze back to him. Can Ronan handle the clean up? We need to get Candy 
contained so I can begin questioning her."
"You won't."
He frowned. What do you mean, I won't?"
"I briefly tried to touch Candy's mind when I was attacking her. She has 
extremely strong shields. I doubt I'd get through, let alone you."
"I have to at least try. If I can't, I'll let you loose on her."
Her grin was wry and at odds with the horror still lingering in her eyes. Not 
sure about your use of the word letting'. After all, this is my town, and I 
have as much right to question her as you do."
She didn't, but he wasn't going to argue the point when it wasn't really that 
important.
He bent down and scooped up Candy's limp form. Why don't we get this bitch to 
the safety of a cell, and then we'll worry about who does what."
* * * *
To say Candy was unhappy about waking and finding herself confined by three 
walls and a set of bars would be the understatement of the year, Savannah 
thought dryly. The pale-skinned woman, her clothes half shredded and covered in 
mud and blood, paced her prison, occasionally stopping to kick a wall or fling 
abuse at the monitoring camera. She didn't go anywhere near the cell bars 
though, mainly because they were coated with silver. Even the simplest of 
brushes could burn a wolf's skin. Their installation had stopped a run of 
escapes and cut down on the continuous replacement of ordinary cell bars. But 
then, ordinary cell bars had never been designed with an angry werewolf in mind.
"How long are you going to let her stew? she asked, glancing at Cade. He was 
watching Candy's actions with narrowed eyes, as if every movement told him 
something new. And maybe they did. This is what he did for a living, after all.
"Just a few more minutes. He glanced at her, his navy eyes gleaming with cold 
amusement. She hates being confined. It's getting to her."
She glanced at the monitor. Candy was back to pacing rather than kicking. Looks 
like anger to me."
"It was at first, but she's starting to get fidgety. Look at her eyes. Wide 
open."
"But angry rather than scared."
"For the moment."
Savannah crossed her arms. Are we leaving her in that cell to interview her?"
"Yes. I'm not taking the risk of her being able to call up the blood frenzy at 
will. Not when there are only the two of us here."
"And Kel."
He flashed her a half grin. Kel can't even make decent coffee."
"I heard that, Kel said, walking into the room. Maybe I should go back to 
giving you dishwater, Agent Jones."
Savannah accepted the offered mug of coffee gratefully. The rich aroma had hints 
of cinnamon and chocolate, meaning Kel had given them the good stuff.
"My palate greatly appreciates quality coffee, Cade said, grabbing his cup with 
a nod of thanks. It just doesn't get it often."
"With the attitude you fling about, I'm not surprised. Kel winked at Savannah 
as she left the room.
Cade raised an eyebrow, his expression half-amused. Is she always 
sharp-tongued?"
"You've actually caught her on a good week. She can be quite acidic when she's 
in a mood."
"Bet she's great for weeding away the callers who want to waste your time."
Savannah grinned. She surely is."
She glanced at the screen as Candy stopped in front of the monitor and glared at 
them. It was a God-awful sight, given her face was covered in blood, strings of 
flesh, and short, dark hairs. Marion's coat had been black, she thought, and 
clenched her free hand against the desire to go down to that cell and beat the 
hell out of Candy.
She took a sip of the aromatic coffee, then leaned forward and placed a finger 
on the screen. What do you want to bet that line of bruising is thanks to 
Denny?"
"Most likely. It's certainly the most advanced of her bruises. He hesitated, 
glancing at her. Your friend went down fighting."
"Yes. She paused and forced away the gory, barely-seen images, even though she 
knew they'd haunt her dreams for years to come. So, how are we going to 
question her? Good cop, bad cop?"
He rolled his eyes. That went out with the eighties."
"They still use it on TV."
"TV is not real life, you know."
"Really? Imagine that. She took another sip, watching as Candy mouthed 
obscenities at the camera. Are you going to question her while reading her 
telepathically?"
He nodded. And if that doesn't work, you can have a go at her."
"And if that doesn't work?"
He shrugged. She can rot in the cell until she decides to cooperate."
"That's not exactly legal."
"We don't have to be legal. The reservation is not bound to obey all criminal 
laws."
A fact she knew. She also knew that it didn't apply to major crimes, like 
murder. But maybe he was banking on the fact that Candy didn't know that.
He thrust to his feet. I think the time is right to question her."
She pressed the record button so they had a verbal record of what was going on 
and followed him out the door and down the short corridor to the cells. Candy 
swung around as they entered.
"About fucking time, she spat. I demand my rights. I want a lawyer."
Cade leaned against the wall opposite the cell and sipped his coffee. Energy 
stirred the edges of her mind as he reached out mentally for Candy. You're 
getting neither until you answer some questions."
Candy sneered. That ain't legal."
"Actually, it is. This is a reservation. We don't have to strictly abide by 
human laws."
"I ain't talking until I get representation."
"Then you can sit in that cell and rot for all I care. He paused. I hope you 
enjoyed what you did, because it's the last meal you'll be getting for quite a 
while."
He pushed away from the wall and began walking to the door. Your turn, he said, 
as he passed Savannah. You're right. I can't get through her shields.
It hadn't taken him long to figure that out, but she was more than a little 
surprised that he'd given in so quickly.
Not given in, he corrected. Just acknowledging a fact. In all my years of 
training, I've never struck a shield like hers. He hesitated, and amusement 
rippled through her mind, as warm as summer rain. Or a mind as strong as yours. 
I'm lucky you didn't kick my telepathic ass to kingdom come that night, aren't 
I?
She wondered if he realized he'd read her mind as easily as if she'd spoken. 
Wondered if he knew that only someone extremely close to her could ever have 
done that. Like immediate family. Or the man who was meant to be her mate.
I was under the impression that was the other reason you'd run that night. She 
flashed him a mental smile to take the sting from her words.
He paused with his hand on the doorhandle and turned to look at her. I never 
intended to run out on you, Vannah, which is why I've spent years looking for 
you.
She smiled. Yeah, so you could give me a piece of your mind.
His smile echoed hers. Yes. And whatever else you feel inclined to take.
She raised an eyebrow. Careful. I might take that as an admission of feelings.
And you might be right. He opened the door. You'd better question our suspect. 
She's just about to blow her top because you're ignoring her.
Tough. And there's no guarantee I'll do any better than you. Her shields feel as 
strong as my dad's.
It's still worth a go. If she tries anything, I'll be just outside the door. 
"Hey, bitch, Candy said, as Cade walked out and slammed the door behind him. 
You going to let him do that?"
Savannah sipped her coffee and pretended to ignore her. Candy slapped a hand 
against the cell bars, but quickly ripped it away. Anger had obviously made her 
forget about the silver. Or was it fear? Certainly there was something that 
sounded an awful lot like forced bravado in the woman's harsh voice now.
"Hey, Candy said, louder this time. Don't you pretend you can't hear me."
Savannah finally looked at her. I'm sorry. Were you talking to me?"
"Yeah. You gonna let that bastard do this?"
She paused, as if considering the question while she reached out telepathically 
to the other wolf. Candy's shields weren't actually shields but something far 
strangera swirling vortex of power that threatened to suck her in and then spit 
her out. She'd felt the power of it briefly on the trail when she'd had the 
woman pinned, but this was like comparing a sun-shower to a tornado. And it was 
just as impossible to pass through. Maybe the frenzyor the bloodlust, or 
whatever it had beenhad caused the shield to weaken earlier. If that was the 
case, then she had no choice but to try to achieve a similar weakening.
Can't do it, she said to Cade. But I think there might be another way to break 
her down.
Like what?
A two pronged attack. She hesitated. The silver bars will hold a wolf in a 
frenzy, won't it?
Yeah, but you wouldn't want to get within reaching range. Apprehension swam 
through his thoughts. What do you intend to do?
Speed things up a little. We can't afford to be here all day.
Be careful.
Natch. 
"You gonna answer or not? Candy snapped impatiently.
"That black wolf you tore to pieces? Savannah kept her voice even, though it 
was hard when all she wanted to do was grab the bitch's face and knock her 
lights out. Her name was Marion, and she was a friend of mine. So yeah, I think 
I am going to let him do this to you."
"Your daddy wouldn't be pleased about you breaking the rules. If he was still 
around to care, that was."
Savannah ignored the cold pit of fury forming in her stomach and raised an 
eyebrow. Her mom and dad were safe, she knew that, but that didn't alter the 
fact that this woman had gone after them. Pack protection was born into every 
wolf, and Candy should have known better than to taunt her. And why would you 
say something like that?"
The other woman's smile was smug. Gloating Because it's the truth, ranger. 
Because your sister will soon be dead meat, just as your lover will soon be dead 
meat. And then you'll die, just as horribly as my daddy died."
Her daddy? Surely Candy couldn't be talking about Jontee ... could she?
Afraid so, Cade said.
Annoyance swept through her. Was there ever going to be a time when this man 
stopped keeping secrets? And when did you intend to tell me this?
At the meeting called for later this afternoon. 
It wasn't good enough, and they both knew it. She returned her attention to 
Candy.
"I never killed Jontee. He did that himself, by doing what he did. She paused. 
And how could you be Jontee's kid? You're too old to have come out of 
Rosehall."
"Doesn't mean I can't be his kid."
"How?"
Candy raised an eyebrow. Like I'd be stupid enough to tell you that."
"Then tell me who set the bomb in my father's diner."
Malice glittered in the other woman's eyes. I'm not the ranger, you are. Find 
out your damn self."
"I will, don't you worry about that. She finished the last of her coffee and 
pushed away from the wall. So tell me this. Was what you did on the Red 
Mountain trail a blood frenzy or simply bloodlust?"
"What does it matter? I'm dead either way."
Savannah stopped close to the bars, just out of Candy's reach, and smashed the 
cup against the wall. It broke, a sharp sound that made Candy jump. Shards of 
china scattered across the floor, the white of them glittering starkly against 
the dark carpet. She ignored them, concentrating on Candy, still holding the 
handle and one jagged piece of china in her hand.
Candy licked her lips, her sudden uncertainty palpable. You can't cut me with 
that. It's against the rules."
"Who said I was going to cut you with it? She raised her free hand and ran it 
across the sharp edge of the cup. The flesh across her palm parted and blood 
began to well, tainting the warm air with its richness. She clenched her fist, 
ignoring the pain as she met Candy's widening gaze. And you didn't answer my 
question."
Damn it, Cade cut in, there's no need
This will work, if only because she's less afraid of me than you. Just stay 
where you are and watch. 
Candy licked her lips. I can't answer that question. It'll incriminate me."
Savannah snorted softly. The three of us saw you standing over the bodies of 
the hikers and consuming their flesh. We don't need you to admit to anything. 
And as you said, your fate will be the electric chair, regardless of what you do 
or don't say here."
"Then what does it matter?"
It didn't matter, because the hunger in the other woman's eyes, the sudden 
sharpness of her breathing, gave Savannah the answer. This was bloodlust. She 
squeezed her hand, making the blood run faster.
"Imagine it, she continued softly. Your home until you die will be ten feet of 
concrete and bars. No wind to ruffle your coat. No sunlight to warm your skin. 
No earth under your paws."
She paused again. The hunger was sharper, Candy's expression more avid, more 
haunted.
"No prey to hunt and bring down. No flesh to rend. No blood to lap fresh and 
warm from the body. That last bit was a guess, but a fairly safe one. Candy had 
to be the one doing it, since it was the only real difference from the Rosehall 
murders.
So how had they known all the details in the first place? Whether or not she was 
Jontee's kid, the fact was, she hadn't been at Rosehall. So who'd told her? 
That's what she had to uncover here. That, and whether or not Cade was right and 
Nelle was involved.
A growl rumbled up Candy's throat. I'd rather be dead."
"That can be arranged. Easily."
Candy snarled, but the hunger in her eyes was giving way to desperation. You 
wouldn't. You were always such a goody two-shoes."
She raised an eyebrow and raised a hand so that Candy could see the drops of 
blood falling from her palm. The other woman's gaze followed it avidly, her 
mouth open, her breath little more than savage pants. Savannah reached out 
telepathically. The shields were still there, still strong.
Blood wasn't going to be enough. She was going to need help with this.
"And how would you know something like that? she asked, at the same time 
reaching out mentally to her sister. Neva?
Still here at the mansion and still bored shitless. What can I do for you?
Can't explain why, but I need to siphon your physic abilities. Neva had 
extremely strong empathic skills, and when combined with the pack's naturally 
strong telepathic skills, it was a formidable weaponone that had saved both 
their lives in the past.
Sure. Can I help? 
No. I'm questioning a suspect, and I want you out of it in case it goes belly 
up.
You're as overprotective as my damn mate.
Hey, I want to be there when my nephews are born. I don't want labor being 
induced through overexertion.
No chance of that, Neva grumbled. I can't even take a walk without someone in 
this damn place fussing over me. She hesitated. Okay. I'm comfortable. Take what 
you need anytime.
Ta, Sis. She reached deeper, forming a connection between Neva and her so that 
she could use the empathic skills any time she desired. She studied Candy for a 
moment longer, and then she said aloud, You and I had never met before 
yesterday, and you haven't been in Ripple Creek very long. So why would you 
think I'm a goody two-shoes?"
Candy flashed a bloody smile. I hear things."
"From whom? She raised her hand and slowly licked at the blood dripping from 
her palm. She'd never enjoyed the taste of blood, which is why she avoided 
hunting in wolf form. But she'd sucked at cuts to clean them enough times not to 
blanch at the taste now.
Candy's nostrils flared and the craving in her eyes became fierce. The hunger in 
the air became a fire of need that burned across Savannah's borrowed empathic 
senses, like the electricity touching the air before a storm.
She reached out empathetically, just enough to gather the emotions burning 
through the air and gently thrust them Candy's waysoaking her, drowning her, in 
her own passions and fears.
And under the flood, Candy's shields began to weaken. They were still extremely 
strong, but this was definitely working.
She raised her hand again. Smell the blood, Candy. Smell the richness of it. 
Imagine never being able to taste it again."
The other woman snarled, her form quivering, changing to something more than 
human but less than wolf. The proximity of the silver was preventing the full 
change. Savannah just hoped that it would also prevent Candy from breaking out, 
because if that happened when she was in the middle of mind reading, she'd be 
dead meat.
Now, Cade said, even as she gathered her psychic forces.
She hit the other wolf as hard as she could. Hit her with not only the emotions 
that burned through the air, but reached deep within herself, gathering all the 
anger and all the horror that had been building since that first murder, weeks 
ago. Gathered, too, the soul-deep loneliness that had haunted her since 
Rosehall, a loneliness that been buried so deep it had only come out in her 
dreams. She mixed it with the despair that burned in her nowan inner, secret 
despair born of the fear that her time here with Cade was destined to be as 
short as it had been at Rosehall. All of that was flung at Candy, and the force 
of the emotive blow hit like a punch to the chin, smashing Candy backwards, 
making her stagger and gasp, as her head cracked hard against the rear of the 
cell. In that precise moment of confusion and dazedness, Savannah raided Candy's 
mind.
And learned that the woman Candy reported to, the woman who was the brains 
behind it all, was Candy's aunt, who went by the name of Jina Hawkins.
Only Jina Hawkins was the woman she knew as Anni Jenkins.


Chapter Twelve 
"It doesn't make any sense, Vannah said, slamming the door behind her as she 
walked across to the window. She shoved her hands into her pockets, her 
expression dark but eyes distant as she continued, If Anni is behind these 
attacks, why wait six months? Why not just kill me and get it over with?"
Cade shrugged as he sat down on one of the visitor's chairs. She wants my death 
as much as yours. Maybe she didn't realize I was an IIS agent until recently."
"So what's wrong with one at a time? And if she wants revenge for what happened 
at Rosehall, then surely she'd have to know you were IIS?"
"Maybe not. It all depends on how deeply involved she was with Rosehall."
"Anni or Jina, or whatever her real name is, wasn't at Rosehall. I'd remember 
her if she was."
He studied her for a moment, seeing the tension in her and wondering if its sole 
cause was the knowledge she'd lived above a crazed killer for six months. He had 
a feeling it wasn't. He'd felt the power of her assault on Candy, and he knew 
its source wasn't just a reflection of Candy's hunger for blood and her terror 
of being contained in a small space. Much of the fear in that assault had been 
Vannah's. The source of her fear was his fault, because he kept throwing hints 
at what he wanted, but he wouldn't really talk to her. Wouldn't confirm what he 
was feeling, or where he thought their future might lie. And not really knowing 
or understanding those things himself was no excuse.
Or was that in itself just another excuse?
"At least it explains how Candy spotted you that night at the club."
She nodded. Anni was in the shop, so it's possible she saw me."
"And couldn't Anni be Nelle? It's been ten years since you've seen her. That's 
time enough for someone to change beyond recognition."
Vannah shook her head. Nelle was a couple of inches taller."
"Time stoops us all, and Nelle would be over fifty by now."
She glanced at him, amusement sparking briefly in her shadowed green eyes. 
Fifty isn't old for a wolf. It's barely even prime, you know that. Besides, the 
whole shape of her face is wrong. Anni isn't Nelle."
As much as he wanted to believe otherwise, he had to trust Vannah's judgment. 
Besides, he'd had a brief glimpse of Anni after the note had been left on 
Vannah's windshield, and he had to agreethere was little resemblance to Nelle. 
Then that leaves us with no connection between her and Rosehall, unless she is 
connected to Jontee in some other way. He hesitated. Did Jontee ever mention 
his past when you were with him?"
The words tasted bitter on his tongue, even as he said them. It had all happened 
ten years ago, and yet he still couldn't get past the hurtthe angerof that 
time. Was it just pride? Or was it the acidic taste of knowing that he'd never 
been good enough to hold her solely to himself?
Was that same fear stopping him from doing the right thing now?
Probably, he thought wearily. And it was wrong. Yes, he'd been hurt, but so had 
she. Too much had been left unsaid between them, and history was repeating 
itself. Unless he did something about it, he stood the chance of losing her all 
over again.
He couldn't face that a second time. He had to do something now rather than wait 
until after this mess was cleaned up. If he died, then at least she'd know how 
he really feltthe confusion, the fear, and the desperate, driving need to hold 
her all to himself. Now and forever.
He stood abruptly, unable to sit still, unwilling to think more than necessary. 
Thinking had always gotten him into trouble when it came to the emotional stuff, 
which is why he tended to steer away from it. But thisVannahwas far too 
important to do that now.
"I mean, he continued, You were with him for quite a while. Surely you learned 
a little something about him."
She crossed her arms and shook her head. He rarely spoke of where he came from. 
I knew he had family, and at least one sister, but that was about it."
He frowned. Jontee was an only child."
She glanced at him. Did he tell you that?"
"Yes. And there's no record of a sister on file."
"That doesn't mean anything. We both know there are reservations where wolves 
live and die without ever raising a blip on government records."
He walked across the room and stood beside her, his arm brushing hers lightly 
and somehow intimately. Heat flowed between them, warming his skin, warming his 
soul. What did he tell you about his sister?"
"Nothing much. She hesitated. It was weird, really. We were sitting there one 
morning, eating breakfast, and he just said, out of the blue, that if this all 
goes to hell, his sister would put things right."
By murdering all those responsible for Rosehall's downfall? Was his sister as 
crazy as he'd been? And when was this?"
"A few weeks before you arrived. She paused again. It was about that time I 
began to notice a darkness in him. A frustration. I know it sounds clichd, but 
it was as if the Jontee I knew and cared for was gradually being swallowed by 
that darkness."
"Maybe some part of him hated what he was doing."
She glanced at him, amusement glittering briefly in her eyes. That's the first 
almost-nice thing I've heard you say about him."
He grimaced. No one is ever a complete monster. And if Jontee had been, Vannah 
wouldn't have gone near him. He was sure of that, if nothing else. Did he say 
anything else about his sister?"
She shook her head. He wouldn't be drawn out. He was like a kid with a naughty 
secret. He just kept saying she knew what was going on and that she would make 
it right in the end."
Cade raised an eyebrow. Meaning she was at Rosehall?"
"No. But I had a feeling Jontee was in constant contact with her."
"How, when there were no phones?"
She gave him a wry look. This from the man who uses telepathy daily in his 
job."
He grinned. As someone recently informed me, my telepathy skills aren't what 
they should be."
"At least you make up for it in other areas."
She leaned into him, wrapping him in heat and her erotic, sensual aroma. His 
reaction was instant and intense, his erection pressing painfully against the 
fly of his jeans. The pain was made fiercer by the knowledge that he couldn't do 
anything here. Or even in the near future. So he contented himself with wrapping 
an arm around her shoulder and drawing her even closer.
And it felt so good, so right, that he almost wished they could just stay here, 
right in this office, keeping the world at bay as they concentrated on them. 
Just them.
Just for a little while.
"Did Jontee have many visitors while he was locked up? she continued, after 
what seemed like a long, contented sigh. Maybe his sister was one of them."
"Besides his lawyers, he only had two other visitors, and neither were women."
"What about phone calls?"
"Only from his defense team. He frowned, remembering the trial, trying to 
recall the faces. But the only one he'd been concentrating on was Jontee, and to 
a lesser extent, his lawyer. Everything elseeveryone elsewas a blur. But there 
had been plenty of people in the courtroom during the trail. If Jontee had a 
sister, then it wasn't beyond reason that she'd been one of them.
But if that were the case, why wait ten years to set this scheme up? It didn't 
make any sense.
"Do you have your investigation notes here? she asked.
"On the computer in my room."
"Then why don't we get our butts over there and check them out?"
"Because I know what's in those notes. I've been studying them since the first 
murder."
"All this time you were convinced that Nelle was behind these murders. Maybe 
that certainty caused you to miss other clues. Maybe the reason you recognize 
Jina's name is the fact that you actually saw it in those notes somewhere."
He opened his mouth to refute her statement, but closed it. Maybe he had missed 
something. He'd been certain for so long that Nelle was involved that it was 
entirely possible he had overlooked some key point. And while Trista and Anton 
had studied those files as much as he had, they hadn't been involved in the 
original investigation and would never know it as intimately as he did.
"Good point, he said, and tightened his grip on her shoulders to stop her from 
moving. But first, I have to do something."
He turned her around to face him. Her expression was one of amused anticipation. 
One of the rules we agreed to, she said mildly, was no kissing during the 
day. And certainly not in my office."
"I had my fingers crossed behind my back when I agreed to that, he said, voice 
bland. But I don't actually intend to kiss you."
"And why the hell not? she asked, her voice filled with a fierceness that was 
belied by the twinkle in her eyes.
He grinned. Because I have something more important to do."
She raised an eyebrow, amusement giving way to speculation in her eyes. More 
important that tracking down a killer?"
"Very much so."
He caught her hand and pressed it against his chest. The heat of her fingers, 
combined with the heady richness of her scent, stirred him in ways he'd never 
thought possible. Not just his body, but where it really matteredhis heart, his 
soul. If this wasn't love, then he sure as hell didn't know what was. But 
whatever it was, he wanted it, now and forever.
"Does my lady acknowledge the power of the moon?"
She took a sharp breath, her gaze widening in surprise. But deep in the green of 
her eyes a joyousness bloomed, and the power of it shimmered right though him. 
And he knew, right at that moment, that if there was ever one thing in his life 
he'd done right, then it was this. And he would never regret it, no matter what 
happened between them.
She took another deep breath and released it slowly. Then she said the words 
that were the beginning of the end for his moon-spun hold on her. It is the 
power of the moon that binds us as one."
The air seemed to stir around them, and energy crackled. Desire and something 
else, something more ethereal, shimmered between them, warming the night. 
Warming him.
"Does my lady acknowledge my moon-gifted claim on her?"
She moved a little closer, so that every inch of her supple body seemed pressed 
against his. I acknowledge the claim of the moon. I acknowledge the rights it 
has given you."
He raised her fingers to his lips and kissed each one slowly. Energy zapped 
between them each time his lips met her skin, making his mouth tingle and his 
body ache. Or maybe the ache, the magic, had nothing to do with the moon and the 
power they were raising, but was simply the result of having her so close.
"Then by the right of the moon, and the power she has given me, I hereby 
renounce my claim on you. For this night, and for the remaining nights the moon 
has ceded me rights to."
The air seemed to thrum, to burn, at his words. A vortex of power whirled around 
them, snatching at their clothes, their hair, and, just for an instant, the very 
breath from his mouth. Then it was gone and all that was left was the two of 
them.
She rose on her toes and kissed him slowly, softly, and it was unlike any kiss 
he'd ever shared with her. It was so filled with glorious promise that it shook 
him to the core.
"Thank you, she said eventually, for giving me the choice. For taking that 
risk."
He raised a hand to her cheek and ran a finger across her lips. Now we have the 
chance to uncover whether what lies between is real, or simply the moon 
madness."
"It may be mad, but I doubt the moon has anything to do with it. She hesitated, 
raising an eyebrow. Do you think it's real?"
Though her expression was serious, amusement played with the corners of her 
lips, as if she already knew the answer to her question. And maybe she did. 
Women were always more intuitive than men when it came to the emotional stuff.
He let his hand slide around to the back of her neck, holding her still as his 
mouth brushed hers. Yes, he said against the teasing, luscious warmth of her 
lips. I do believe this is real."
And he kissed her, trying to impart all his feelings, all his wants and desires, 
in that one simple action. He knew it was never going to be enough. Knew that 
the words themselves would have to be saidthat after all these years, she 
deserved to hear them, even if she knew in her heart and could feel his emotions 
in his kiss.
And they had to be said now, while he had the time, just in case something 
happened to one of them. Fate had snatched her from him once. He couldn't risk 
it happening again without at least telling her the truth.
He pulled back from the kiss and gently cupped her cheeks between his hands. 
There's something you need to know. Two things, actually."
She raised an eyebrow again. Her eyes were shining with happiness, and the glow 
shimmered right through him. And what might those things be?"
"The first is the fact that I think I love you."
"Well, good, because I think the feeling might be returned."
Relief, tension, and happiness unlike anything he'd ever experienced filled him. 
Just for an instant, he felt like a kid who'd been given every Christmas present 
he'd ever asked for. He grinned. And the second is an apology."
"For what?"
"For being such a coward at Rosehall. For never telling you what I was feeling, 
especially that night when you said you loved me."
"Then I have to give you an apologyfor going to Jontee. For never having the 
courage to follow my heart"
He stopped her with another kiss. Enough of the past. Let's just agree to the 
fact that we both made mistakes, and concentrate on the future from now on."
"Agreed."
"Then let's go get these murdering bitches so we can start exploring that 
future."
She grinned. So it's off to your motel room? With its nice double bed?"
"Please remember the fact that your snotty assistant booked our rooms, he said 
dryly. There is nothing nice about the bed."
"There would be with you and me in it."
She had a point, but it was one he had to ignore for now. Bitches first. Sex 
later."
"Then let's go get them so we can get down to the serious stuff. She broke away 
from him and headed for the door.
He pulled his shirt from the waistband of his jeans to cover the erection that 
just wouldn't go down and followed her. A disheveled, red-haired figure was 
walking down the hall towards them.
"Ike! Thank God! Vannah caught Ike's arm, steadying him as he stumbled. Are 
you okay? What happened?"
The kid winced and rubbed the back of his head. Some bastard hit me from 
behind."
They'd done more than that, from the look of him, Cade thought as Vannah eased 
the kid into a chair and squatted beside him. Ike's face was pale, bruised and 
cut, with blood drying in streaks down the side of his face. His body seemed to 
have fared little betterhis clothes were torn, revealing smudges of blood and 
bruising. Someone had given the kid a bit of a working over once they'd knocked 
him unconscious. If it had been Candy, she must have been in a benevolent mood. 
She'd let him live rather than eat him. Thank God they had her behind bars now.
"Tell us what happened, he said.
Ike grimaced. I followed Denny to a burger joint on Galena Street. He didn't 
order anything, just came out of the place looking really angry. He then went 
over to this house on Summit Street"
"Was there a blue pickup parked in the driveway? Vannah asked quickly.
Ike shook his head. But I woke up in one."
Cade squatted beside Vannah. So how did you get from the house to the truck?"
"A blonde invited Denny inside the house. I checked the windows, and it was 
obvious they were making out, so I retreated to the shadows to wait. Next thing 
I know, I'm tied up and lying in the back of some damn truck. Ike paused and 
looked at Cade. The cabin was blue, so I'm presuming the rest of it was."
"Then what happened? Vannah asked.
He shrugged. I was in and out of it for a while. When I awoke for real, I was 
in Ashcroft hut."
Cade glanced at Vannah. Which is?"
"An old hut hikers use if they get caught by weather or night. She glanced at 
Denny. How did you escape?"
"There was no one there. I was hog-tied, but whoever did the knots doesn't know 
crap about them. I got out of there and came straight here."
"Any signs that the hut had been used for any length of time?"
"Yeah. But I wasn't really concentrating on anything more than getting out of 
there."
Cade rose. We should check it out."
"We need to check out those file notes, too. I've got a feeling you've missed 
something."
He knew those notes by heart, and it was doubtful he'd see anything new in them. 
But she might. Where's Ashcroft hut?"
"About three quarters of the way along the trail. The end comes out near the 
entrance of the Sinclair mansion, and that's probably the quickest access 
point."
None of which made any sense to Cade. How about I check out the hut, and you 
check the notes?"
"You shouldn't go alone. That's just tempting fate."
"Everyone else is dealing with the hiker mess. If we go together, it's just 
doubling the temptation. And as you said, we need the notes checked out as 
well."
Surprisingly, she didn't argue. Then we bring in outside help. She squeezed 
Ike's knee and rose. You'll need it to find the trail and the hut anyway, so 
I'll call the Sinclairs and get one of them to act as a guide."
"Which is only putting them in the line of danger, Cade said.
She grinned. The Sinclairs scoff at danger."
He raised an eyebrow. So they have the insanity gene that seems to haunt 
Sinclairs everywhere?"
"Some would say that, Ike muttered, then glanced at Savannah quickly. Except 
for Duncan, of course."
"Duncan is your brother-in-law? Cade guessed.
She nodded. But given the attempt on my father's life, I won't be asking him. 
I'll see if Ren's available. He likes the rough stuff. She glanced at Ike. 
You'd better get over to the hospital and get checked out."
"I'm okay. I want"
"Ike, she warned, in a voice that brooked no arguments.
The kid scowled and Cade was hard pressed not to grin. He had a feeling the kid 
had heard that tone more than once. He dragged his room key from his pocket and 
handed it to Vannah. The computer is on the luggage bench. Password is Vannah 
Harvey."
Amusement touched her lush lips. Interesting password. Someone you knew?"
"Some one I thought I'd lost. He touched a hand to her face, knowing the kid 
was watching and not caring. Thankfully, I found her again."
She briefly pressed her cheek into his touch. And this time she won't run."
"Good. He let his hand drop and stepped away from her, even though all he 
wanted to do was take her in his arms and never let her go. Not just because he 
loved her, but because he had a bad feeling that something was about to happen. 
This case, for good or for bad, was about to reach a climax. Be careful."
"You, too. She glanced at Ike. And you stop that stupid grinning and get to 
the doctor."
"Yes ma'am, the kid said, and scooted past them.
"I'll call Duncan now, she continued. To get to the mansion, just head down 
Main until you see Park Street. That'll take you to Mansion Road."
"Okay. He half turned to go and then hesitated. Watch your back. And don't 
park in front of the motel."
"Well, gee, and here I was all set to advertise my presence."
He grinned at her sarcasm. I know, I know, you're a ranger and you know a thing 
or two about policing. But I deal with nutters on a regular basis. You don't."
"Stop worrying and just get going, or we're never going to catch these people 
and get on with our life."
He raised his hands. I'm going, I'm going."
"Then get going."
He did. But not without kissing her good-bye first.
* * * *
Savannah parked in the street behind the motel and climbed out of the truck. The 
chill of the storm was still in the air, and if the clouds hanging like lead 
were anything to go by, Mother Nature hadn't finished with them yet. Though 
storms often dumped snow on the peaks at this time of year, it didn't always 
stick through the warm autumn days. But she had a feeling this storm was 
heralding in a long, cold winter, which would make the cross-country skiing 
crowd happyif they dared come back to the reservation after word of Candy's 
attack got out.
She glanced up and down the street to see who was near or watching, feeling a 
little foolish even as she did so. But Cade was rightthey were dealing with 
nutcases, and precautions needed to be taken right now.
The thought of him sent a twinge of worry through her. Ren had readily agreed 
to guide Cade, but that didn't stop the feeling that they were being played like 
fools. Ike was a clever kid, but she couldn't help thinking his escape didn't 
fit the profile. Everything Anni and her crew had done so far was meticulously 
planned, so carelessly tying knots and allowing Ike to escape just didn't make 
sense.
Unless, of course, that's precisely what they'd wanted.
Which meant that Cade and Ren could be walking right into a trap. Of course, if 
there were ever two men she'd go out of her way to avoid a fight with, it was 
those two. She'd never seen Cade truly angry, but she'd felt the power in his 
body, seen the battle scars. And Renwell, she'd never met a wolf more willing 
to throw himself into the middle of a knife fight and consider it clean, 
harmless fun. He might not be insane, per se, but that gene was definitely in 
his system.
She climbed the fence and jumped down into the small gap between the fence and 
the motel's back wall. In several of the rooms to her right she could hear 
conversation and running water, but Cade's room was at the other end, out of the 
direct line of sight of the main office and the road. Undoubtedly, Kel had 
booked those rooms so they wouldn't hear as much traffic, but right now, with a 
killer intent on bloody revenge, it was inconvenient. If she could get in 
without being seen, so could others.
A chill ran across her skin. She rubbed her arms and tried not to think about 
her earlier certainty that something bad would happen today. Something bad had 
happenedCandy had torn apart too many lives. Surely fate wouldn't dump anything 
else on them.
Another chill ran up her spine. Fate might not, but maybe Anni would.
She grimaced. She'd driven past her apartment on the way here, and the flower 
shop was still closed. Very unusual, to say the least. Had Anni somehow gotten 
wind of the fact that they suspected her? Or was it merely a coincidence she'd 
gone missing on the same day they'd discovered who she really was?
She didn't know. There was too damn much they just didn't know, and people were 
dying because of it. It had to stop. And somehow, she had to stop it. Easier 
said than done, right now. Frowning, she made her way down to the end of the 
building. After a quick look around the corner to ensure there was no one close 
by, she got the room key from her pocket and walked around to the front. Still 
no one near. She quickly opened the door and stepped inside.
Though the bathroom door was open, the little bit of light filtering in from the 
bathroom's windows failed to lift the gloom in the main room. She let her eyes 
adjust, smiling a little as she noted the clothes strewn across the bed. Cade, 
it seemed, was as untidy as her when he wasn't in his IIS mode. She shoved away 
the temptation to check out his personal stuff and learn more about the man she 
loved. Instead, she walked across to the laptop, which sat on the luggage rack.
She moved the mouse to snap the screen back to life and typed in the access 
code. Several screens popped up. She clicked the one marked Rosehall and pulled 
up a chair and started reading.
It was heavy stuff.
Even though she knew what had happened, she'd never known all the details. Now 
that she did, she could never again think of Jontee as a gentle man. How could 
she? A gentle soul would never have been able to do what he did to those people.
She read on through the trial notes but didn't find any mention of Jina or Anni 
or anyone vaguely connected to the current case. Yet instinct said there had to 
be something, somewhere.
She leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms as she stared at the screen. 
What had happened to Nelle? Cade had been so certain that she'd been involved, 
yet there had been no mention of her in the trial. Not by the IIS, and not by 
Jontee.
She could understand Jontee staying mute to protect Nelle, as the two of them 
had almost been inseparable, but why hadn't the IIS followed up on her?
She glanced at the time and saw with some shock that four hours had passed. She 
glanced at the curtained windows. Even though they were closed, it was obvious 
dusk was setting in. And Cade hadn't contacted her. Worry surged anew, but she 
firmly thrust it away. No one had actually contacted her, which obviously meant 
there wasn't a problem. If there was, someone would have called.
After rising and stretching, she used the bathroom and then grabbed a bottle of 
water and a chocolate bar from the room's mini bar fridge. As she was walking 
back to the laptop, a dog-eared notebook sitting by the bed caught her 
attention.
Personal case notes?
She plopped down on the bed and discovered Cade was right. The mattress was 
harder than bricks. Not that she'd actually mind bricks if great sex was on 
offerand with Cade, great sex was definitely guaranteed. Grinning slightly, she 
picked up the notebook and began to read through it.
It wasn't until the final page that something caught her attention. It was 
little more than a follow-up side note about a woman raising a ruckus and 
swearing revenge on everyone when the guilty verdict was announced. He'd noted 
that the woman might need to be watched. Whether that had happened or not was 
anyone's guess. But she'd bet that the woman who'd made the threat was Jina 
Hawkins, the woman she knew as Anni.
She went back to the laptop, connected to the Net, and did an article search for 
the date of the guilty verdict. And as expected, found Anni. A picture showed 
her being hustled from the court, her mouth open, as if still screaming abuse.
The really interesting snippet came at the end of the articleJina Hawkins had 
assaulted several of the officers escorting her from the court and then run. A 
warrant had been issued for her arrest, but a search revealed that no follow up 
article had been printedmeaning, perhaps, that Jina Hawkins had never been 
caught.
Savannah looked through the other court pictures, and in the background of one 
saw someone else she knew. It had been taken from the court steps, looking out 
over the lines of placard-holding protesters. Not protesters who wanted him 
released but who wanted the death penalty applied. They'd certainly gotten their 
wish.
The woman standing under the death for murderers, not life sentences placard 
was none other than Lana Lee. What the old dear had been doing in a protest like 
that, Savannah had no idea, but that was obviously how'd she known that the Anni 
who ran her shop was the woman known as Jina, a woman who had threatened to kill 
everyone involved in convicting Jontee. It also explained the subtle threat in 
the request-for-rent letter Cade had found in Anni's shop.
Lana had known who Anni really was and had died because of it. Maybe Lana's 
threat was the cause. Maybe Anni was simply cleaning up possible loose ends. 
Either way, it was another death she would have to pay for.
Savannah scrubbed a hand across her eyes and clicked off the Net. Night was 
settling in, and she was getting hungry for something more substantial than 
chocolate. She glanced at her watch again, frowning when she saw it was nearly 
six. Still no word from Cade or anyone else. Worry returned, and this time it 
refused to budge.
She rose and took her cell phone from her pocket. No messages. She pressed the 
call button, but before she could dial the station, someone in the room next 
door hit something and cursed loudly.
A cold sensation ran through her. The room next door was the one shared by Anton 
and Trista, but that voice hadn't belonged to either of them.
Meaning there was a stranger in their room.
Someone other than the two people who looked after the motel, or the woman they 
employed to clean it, all of whom she knew.
And that strange someone sounded an awful lot like the woman whose arm she'd 
ripped in her effort to grab the crossbow. Candy's sisterLonny.
* * * *
Ren Sinclair wasn't what Cade had expected. As a general rule, Sinclairs were 
tall and rangythe athletes of the werewolf world, as much as thoroughbreds were 
of the horse world. Vannah's brother-in-law certainly fit the type, but Ren was 
a lot shorter than most Sinclairs, and built like a boxer. All thick muscle and 
attitude.
And he had an awful lot to say about Savannahthankfully, most of it 
complimentary. Cade would have hated to have to hit the man. He had a feeling 
he'd do far more damage to his fist than Ren himself.
"So what are we hunting up at the old hut? Ren asked eventually.
Cade hesitated, but there was something about this wolf's no-nonsense attitude 
that he liked. Ike was kidnapped and taken up there. We're going there to look 
for possible clues."
Ren's dark gaze was full of a sharpness that spoke of an intelligence that 
matched all the muscle. And the reason Ike was kidnapped is the same reason 
Neva's forced to stay at the mansion?"
He nodded. There's a killer after Savannah and me."
"Why?"
"Past deeds. He shrugged. The cabin is a long shot."
"And Ike is not known for his quick thinking. If he escaped, it could be because 
someone wanted him to."
"Yes."
"Meaning we could be walking into a trap."
"Yes."
Ren rolled his shoulders and grinned. Fantastic."
Cade raised an eyebrow. Do all Sinclairs feel the insane need to live up to the 
family reputation?"
"The family reputation is merely a lust for life. We can't help it if the rest 
of the wolf population are dominated by morals more suited to the Dark Ages."
Cade grinned. Wouldn't happen to be talking about an in-law there, would you?"
"The man is a jackass. His daughters, however, are amazing. Even if one of them 
is a ranger. Ren stopped and swept a branch aside. Here you go."
The hut stood in a small clearing just beyond the aspens and pines that lined 
the walking trail. It was made with logs that looked far older than the trees 
around them. It had a rusting iron roof and no windows on the two sides he could 
see. It did, however, have a stone chimney. He raised his nose, scenting the icy 
wind, searching for any sign of someone being near. The air smelled of snow and 
pine and little else.
"I can't hear anything, Ren commented.
"No. But these people were responsible for bombing the diner. If this is a trap, 
then that's certainly a possibility."
Ren studied him for a moment, and then he nodded toward the hut. There's a 
small window out the back. Last time I was here, it had been boarded over, but I 
know there was talk of restoring the place for the ski season."
"Let's skirt the trees, and see if there are any surprises waiting there for us 
first."
Ren nodded and led the way through the trees. The hut looked much the same from 
the other side of the clearing, with the exception of a door and a window. 
Neither was boarded up, and there didn't seem to be anything out of place in the 
old building.
Cade drew his gun anyway. Wait here while I check it out."
Ren snorted. Yeah, right."
"I'm serious."
"So am I. If things go down bad, I'm of more use to you there than here."
His cop half inclined to argue, but instinct suggested that Ren had it right. 
If things did go bad, he was going to need help. His foe might be two women, but 
those women were currently running rings around them, and every single step had 
been meticulously planned with the exception of Candy, who'd obviously let her 
bloodlust get in the way of what she was supposed to do. But one mistake that 
played to their advantage didn't mean there would be more.
"Keep watch then, while I check the window."
Ren nodded. Crouching to present less of a target, Cade ran for the back of the 
hut. Ren followed him over, but stopped at the opposite end of the back wall.
"Clear here, Ren said, after peering cautiously around the corner.
Cade edged around the side of the hut and carefully made his way to the window. 
There was no sound, other than the distant rumble of thunder, and no unusual 
smells riding the air. Yet, his instincts burned with the sensation that 
something was off, that something was about to happen.
He peered through the grimy glass. The hut was small, with little more than a 
cot, several chairs and a table. The fireplace across the far side of the room 
looked recently used, with the wood in the hearth still glowingthough the heat 
was obviously fading.
Why would the women who'd so ruthlessly castrated two men light a fire to keep 
Ike warm?
They wouldn't. They'd only do it for themselves, which meant someone had to have 
been close by when Ike escaped. And they'd let him. Tension rode across his 
muscles, and it was all he could do not to swing around and scan the tree line.
He'd been in far worse situations than this, so why was he so damn jumpy now?
Because for the first time, it was personal. And for the first time, he actually 
had something to lose other than just his life.
He glanced over his shoulder. Ren was crouched near the corner and studying the 
tree line intently.
"Anything?"
"Startled bird to our right. Ren's sharp gaze met his. Could be nothing."
And it could be something. You armed?"
Ren's sudden grin was answer enough. Definitely insane, these Sinclairs.
"Be careful. I'm going in."
Ren nodded and returned his gaze to the forest. Cade rose and turned the 
doorhandle. After ensuring there were no wires attached anywhere, he pushed the 
door wide open. The smell of smoke and wood rushed out to greet him, along with 
a staleness that suggested the cabin had been closed for long periods of time. 
If Jina or Anni, or whatever her real damn name was, was staying here, she 
obviously didn't believe in airing the place out.
He stepped inside, keeping his back to the wall and his gun at the ready as he 
scanned the small room. Nothing. Not even the ropes Ike was supposedly bound in.
Frowning and feeling more and more like things were very wrong, he walked across 
to the small cot. The blankets were stacked in a neat pile at the end of the 
bed. Ike certainly wouldn't have bothered, and it was doubtful his captors would 
have cleaned up after him. Nor was there any sign of blood on the mattress 
itself. There would have been if Ike had lain there.
He looked around the room. No blood spots anywhere else, either.
Ike hadn't woken up here. Hadn't been here.
He rubbed a hand across his eyes. Christ, why hadn't he checked the kid for 
signs of psychic intrusion? If Candy had shields strong enough to keep him out, 
it was a fair bet that either she, or the other bitches in this game, had strong 
psychic skills. Strong enough to imprint false memories into the kid's mind, 
anyway.
"Ren? he said softly.
"Yeah?"
"It's a trap."
"Fantastic."
Cade wasn't entirely sure whether that was meant sarcastically. See anything?"
"Nope."
He walked to the side of the door and peered out. The forest around the clearing 
was still. Perhaps a little too still.
"What's the quickest way out of here?"
"Run like hell for the main trail. Harder to hit running targets."
"But not impossible. He had hit running targets. He suspected their hunters 
might be able to, too. Why let them walk into the hut and discover the lie if 
they weren't sure of the outcome? Or the fact that they could bring their quarry 
down?
"Are we to be wolf targets or human targets? Ren continued.
He hesitated. As wolves they would be faster, but in human form they could at 
least use their weapons. Human. You watch left; I'll watch right. He paused, 
scanning the tree line a second time. Still nothing. You ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
"Then let's go."
He ducked out the doorway and ran for the trail and the trees, keeping low to 
present less of a target. Ren was one step ahead of him, his head turned 
slightly left, watching the trees as directed.
Neither of them saw their attackers.
All Cade felt was a sharp sting in his side. He looked down to see the dart 
imbedded though his sweater, into his skin, heard Ren's curse and knew he'd 
been hit as well. Saw him stumble, as if his legs had gone out from beneath him.
Cade grabbed his arm and tried to force him on, to run them both out of there. 
But the strength seemed to drain from his legs and his vision seemed to spin. 
The only place either of them went was straight to the ground.


Chapter Thirteen 
Savannah eased the motel room's door open and peered outside. No car stood in 
the parking space outside the next room, yet she could still be hear movement 
inside. Whoever it was, they obviously thought they weren't going to be caught, 
as they were making little attempt to be quiet.
Maybe Candy's attack was planned. Maybe it was meant to be a diversion of some 
kind.
The thought sent another chill down her spine, though she wasn't entirely sure 
why. She eased past the door and padded quietly to the next room. The curtains 
had been drawn, so there was no chance to peer inside. She'd have to go in.
She drew her gun, wishing it was the real thing rather than just a dart gun. 
Ripple Creek didn't get a whole lot of nasty criminals visiting, and the 
council's ruling that only tranquilizer weapons be used by rangers generally 
made sense. Except in situations like this where they were dealing with nutcases 
who had little more than murder on their minds. She'd have to talk to her dad 
and get him to insert some type of clause giving them the option to use real 
firearms, if needed. Not that the station actually had any at the moment, but 
she and Ronan did. She'd never used hers and hoped she never had to, but it was 
there just in case.
She clicked the dart's safety off. The soft sound seemed to ricochet like 
thunder, and inside the room, the movement stopped.
Savannah waited, tension winding through her limbs, until every muscle felt so 
tightly sprung they surely had to snap. For several seconds, she didn't even 
dare breathe.
Inside, footsteps retreated. A second later came the sound of a window sliding 
open. She took a step forward and stopped. If the intruder had heard the sound 
of the safety clicking off, then she'd surely have realized that the sound of a 
window sliding open would also carry. And maybe Savannah was meant to react to 
it.
She pressed back against the wall and waited. For too many minutes, nothing 
happened. Her knuckles ached with the fierceness of her grip on the gun, and 
sweat began to trickle down her spine.
Then the curtain moved. Not much, just enough for someone to peer out. Savannah 
pressed herself harder against the wall and hoped like hell the angle would 
prevent her from being seen.
Inside the room, movement resumed. She breathed a silent sigh of relief, stepped 
back and aimed a kick at the door.
The flimsy lock gave way with little resistance, and the door crashed back. 
Inside, someone cursed, and there was a blur of movement as someone ran. Not at 
her, but away.
"Ripple Creek Ranger, Savannah said, even as she aimed the weapon at the 
fleeing woman. Stop or I'll shoot."
Lonny didn't stop, so Savannah followed through with her threat. The dart hissed 
through the air just as the woman was retreating into the bathroom, striking her 
in the rump. There was a yelp, a hiss of anger, and then Lonny ran screaming out 
of the bathroom and straight at Savannah.
She managed to fire another shot, and then the woman was on her, all fury and 
muscle accompanied by a sickly-sweet smell. The momentum of her attack hit with 
the force of a truck, and the two of them went down in a tangle of arms and 
legs. Savannah grunted as her back caught the door frame, but it was Lonny who 
took the brunt of their weight as they crashed to the floor. But she didn't 
react, just kept on punching, her breath short and sharp, her eyes wide and her 
pupils dilated.
High on something, Savannah thought, as she tried to grab the other woman's arm 
and, simultaneously, tried to avoid most of her blows, which was all but 
impossible. She caught one wrist, holding it tight and half-noting the bandages, 
until a blow to her cheek had her senses reeling. Lonny chuckled, her voice low 
but filled with a coldness that sent a chill down Savannah's spine. She blinked 
away the pain, felt the breeze of a follow-up blow coming, and leaned back as 
far as she could without losing her grip on Lonny's wrist. Something sharp 
skimmed her chin, drawing blood, and out of nowhere, anger surged. Or maybe it 
had always been there, and she'd merely controlled it up until now. Either way, 
enough was enough. She might be a ranger, but she was also the target of these 
mad women. It was about time she started fighting back. To hell with the rules 
and her own personal restrictions. These women had to be stopped any damn way 
they could be stopped, or someone she loved might end up paying the price.
She gathered her psychic forces and punched into Lonny's mind. She hit a 
shielda strong shieldbut it held none of the strength of Candy's shields and 
certainly wasn't strong enough to keep her out. Lonny's eyes widened and fear 
replaced the cunning contempt that had been so evident up until now. And even 
though Lonny tried to shore up her defenses, it was far too late. Savannah 
wrapped a psychic hand around the other woman's mind and squeezed lightly.
"Stop, she said.
Lonny stilled instantly, but the fear in her eyes grew. You can't do this."
"Says who? She rose and scrubbed a hand across her bleeding chin as she looked 
around the room. What had Lonny been doing here?
Lonny didn't say anything, and Savannah looked down at her. Answer the 
question."
"Jina says."
"Why? Because I'm a ranger?"
"Because you haven't any psychic strength."
Savannah raised her eyebrows as she knelt near the bed. No psychic strength? 
When she came from the golden pack? And you won't tell her I have, will you? 
She made it an order and enforced it, not only blocking the knowledge from 
anyone who might make psychic contact with Lonny, but also preventing her from 
talking to anyone else about it.
"Why on earth would you think something like that? she asked, once she was 
done.
Lonny didn't answer immediately, so Savannah applied a little more psychic 
pressure. Lonny cursed, and sweat broke out across her brow. Jontee told Jina. 
And she checked herself."
Jontee told Jina? How, when Jina had never been anywhere near Rosehall? Then it 
clicked. JinaAnniwas the sister Jontee had once mentioned. The sister he'd 
been psychically in contact with; the sister who was going to make everything 
right.
"When? Certainly it was something she'd never felt. And she would have, if Anni 
had tried to probe her psychically.
"She didn't have to test. She could read your day to day thoughts with ease."
Savannah snorted. Obviously, Anni didn't know much about the golden pack, or she 
would have realized that most them didn't bother keeping full shields up unless 
they were actually with another wolf from the pack.
She pulled up the bed sheets, looked underneath, and discovered what Lonny had 
been doingplanting another bomb. It didn't look as if it had been set, but what 
she knew about bombs could have been noted on her fingertip. Nor did she trust 
Lonny enough to force her to take it out. Any woman that attacked rather than 
run was mad enough to set off a bomb and kill them both.
She let the cover drop back down. Why blow up IIS officers? That'll only bring 
on the wrath of the organization."
Lonny shrugged. No witnesses, no tales, no trails."
Her words came out slightly slurred, and Savannah glanced around. Lonny was 
struggling to keep her eyes open. Obviously the two darts were finally taking 
affect. She'd better get her to the car, or she'd end up having to carry her.
"Get up, she ordered.
As Lonny struggled upright, Savannah placed a quick call to Anton to warn him 
about the bomb.
"Bastards, he said, voice edged with a mix of tiredness and anger. We're just 
about finished here. Ronan will report for us, if that's okay. Trista and I need 
to eat after we take care of that bomb. He hesitated. You heard from the 
boss?"
"No. And the reminder that she hadn't caused concern to spear through her heart 
again. Something was very wrong.
"I'll call him, then. He hesitated again, and then added, It might be best if 
you keep someone with you until Cade returns. I don't like the feel of things 
right now."
That made two of them. I will."
She hung up and marched Lonny to her truck. The blonde was all but asleep on her 
feet by the time they'd gotten there, forcing Savannah to lift her up and buckle 
her in. But at least it meant she could release her grip on Lonny's mind.
Or most of it, any way. She still kept a mental finger on the pulse, so to 
speak, just in case Anni or Candy tried to make contact with Lonny. She jumped 
into driver's seat and headed for the Ranger's Station. Ronan pulled up as she 
did. He looked as bad as she'd ever seen him, his clothes disheveled and face 
drawn.
"You look like shit, she said softly, as she climbed out of her truck.
He scrubbed a hand through his damp, dirt-caked hair. That's because I feel 
like shit. He shook his head, and his gaze, when it met hers, was haunted. I 
never, ever, want to see something like that again. Never want to feel anything 
like that again."
Oh God. She'd forgotten he could sometimes sense lingering emotions in the air, 
even though he wasn't actually empathic.
"I'm sorry, she whispered, and hugged him.
He held her so tightly it felt as if he was squeezing the breath from her lungs, 
but there was nothing sexual in it. Just one close friend taking much needed 
comfort from another.
After a few minutes, he blew out a breath and pulled back. Thanks, he said 
softly, then his gaze went past her. Who's that in the truck?"
"Lonny. She studied him for a moment, seeing tension in the set of his 
shoulders. The muscle ticking near his jaw. He was controlling the horror, but 
only just. You going to be all right tonight?"
"Yeah. After a drink or two. He shrugged. You want a hand getting her inside?"
"Yes. She hesitated. You sure you don't want me to fudge your memories enough 
for you to sleep?"
He smiled and lightly touched her cheek. Thanks, but I'm okay. Really, he 
added, when she lifted a disbelieving eyebrow. Let's get that woman into a cell 
with her sister."
They carried Lonny inside, but the minute they were through the door, Savannah 
knew something had happened. There was a coldness, a stillness, to the air that 
wasn't usually there, and it sent a chill of apprehension running through her 
limbs.
"She's been here, Ronan said, voice sharp.
She glanced at him. Anni?"
He nodded. Recently."
Her gaze went to Kel. Has Anni Jones been She stopped, noticing for the first 
time the curious blankness in their assistant's eyes.
"Fuck, Ronan said softly. What do you want to bet that Candy is no longer our 
prisoner?"
"Odds on, I'd say, Savannah replied softly. You all right to take Lonny to the 
cells?"
He nodded and shifted his grip to take the woman's full weight. Savannah walked 
around the desk and squatted in front of their still admin assistant.
"Kel? she said, touching the other woman's knee lightly.
Kel blinked, but her eyes were still curiously blank as she said, I have a 
message."
It was Kel's voice, and yet it wasn't. She reached out psychically, gently 
probing Kel's mind. It was being held by another, and though she dare not probe 
any deeper for fear of being detected, it didn't take a genius to guess who that 
other person might be.
"What was the message, Kel?"
"Be at the clearing where the first victim was found by eight, or else your 
not-so-charming lover or your sister's brother-in-law will be the next victim."
Fear stepped fully into heart, and for several seconds she couldn't breathe, 
couldn't think. Then the anger rose again, and the force of it swept the fear 
away. How dare Anni threaten her family, her man, and attempt to make them pay 
for something that had happened long ago. Something that was always going to end 
badly for the people involved in the true madness of Rosehall.
She glanced at the clock on the wall. That only gives me twenty-five minutes. 
Which would be more than enough time if she were going straight there, but she 
intended to detour and collect her gun. She just wished she had silver bullets 
to go with it. It would be a tidy way to end this whole damn thing.
"We both know twenty minutes is sufficient time."
"Cade and Ren had better be alive when I get there, Jina."
There was a beat of silence, then, So you know."
"Yes. I also know now what Jontee really did. He deserved the death he got."
"It was Nelle who did that. Nelle who controlled him. He wanted no part of it."
"Then he should have fought her. He was strong enough."
"Not that way. Kel blinked, and the light of awareness seemed to shine briefly 
in her eyes. Then the blankness returned. Time's slipping by, ranger. If you 
are not here by seven, one of them dies."
She glanced around as the front door opened and almost groaned aloud when she 
saw the two dark-haired, powerful looking men walking in. Zeke and Tye 
SinclairRen's father and oldest brother. Just what she needed right now.
She motioned them to be quiet and returned her attention to Kel. The reality 
was, she had enough psychic strength to attack Jina right now, and either freeze 
her mind or fry it. But it would also hurt Kel in the process and would probably 
result in both Cade and Ren being killed by Candy in revenge. Meaning, she 
really only had one option.
"I'll be there, Jina."
"Be sure you are. Candy is extremely hungry."
Kel blinked before Savannah could reply, awareness and horror surging into her 
eyes.
"Oh God, oh God, she whispered. I'm sorry. I just couldn't stop"
"I know, Savannah interrupted. But I need to make sure it can't happen again, 
which means I need to place a block in your mind."
"Go right ahead. The thought of that woman in my mind again She stopped and 
shivered. She's mad, you know."
Savannah's smile felt tight. I know. She raised a hand to Kel's temple. Close 
your eyes."
Kel obeyed. Savannah reached out psychically and gently encased Kel's mind in a 
shield of power. It wouldn't actually stop a concerted attack, but it would at 
least break the line of communication between Kel and Jina. Savannah pulled back 
and took a shuddering breath. She'd never used her telepathy so much, and with 
such precision, in one night, and an ache was beginning to form behind her eyes. 
Too much more, and she'd get a blinder of a headache.
Which would be a small price to pay if she got everyone out of this safe and 
sound.
She squeezed Kel's knee again. Why don't you go get a cup of the good stuff, 
while I talk to Zeke and Tye?"
Kel nodded and rose. She was a little shaky, but otherwise, she seemed okay. 
Savannah turned her attention to the two men. No, you can't come with me."
Zeke's expression was mutinous. This is the safety of my son we're talking 
about. I will not"
"You will, because one of the wolves we're dealing with is insane, and the other 
suffers from bloodlust. If either of them so much as scents anyone but me, then 
Ren and Cade are dead meat."
"If that's the case, you can't go alone. You won't have a chance."
"I never said I'd be going alone. She glanced around as Ronan came up the hall. 
He shook his head, meaning Candy had indeed escaped. We'll be accompanied by 
two IIS officers."
The news didn't seem to comfort Zeke. You know from experience that we 
Sinclairs do not leave pack safety in the hands of others."
"Then you have the mansion well guarded?"
He blinked. There is no need."
"Really? Neva and Duncan are there. These people are mad enough to attempt to 
bomb your home just to get my sister and brother-in-law. Protect them if you 
must protect anyone, and let me and Ronan get these bitches."
He studied her for a moment, and then he smiled. It was the smile of a hunter 
acknowledging another. This is personal, isn't it?"
"Very. Sinclairs aren't the only pack who believe in protecting their own, and 
these women have threatened not only my family but the man I love. They will 
pay, believe me."
His gaze flicked from her to Ronan, as if to check his reaction to this news. 
I'm very glad I never made an enemy of you, Savannah. I think you'd be a very 
formidable foe."
"You bet your ass I would, she said. Now, if you don't mind, I really have to 
get going."
"I'll keep Neva safe, have no fear. He glanced at his son. What if Tye stays 
here? Kelly might appreciate the company."
She hesitated and then nodded. Steve's due in at eight, but it wouldn't hurt to 
have an extra person here. But watch the woman in the cell. She should be out of 
it for a while, but when she comes to, she might attempt a psychic takeover."
Tye gave her an almost ferocious smile. She can certainly try."
Meaning, she had better not. Savannah nodded, feeling a little better. As much 
as she trusted Steve, having Tye standing guard made her feel a whole lot easier 
about the prospect of their prisoner still being here when they returned. She 
glanced at the clock and fear rose like a demon in the night. She stomped it 
back down and looked at Ronan. Let's go get ready."
* * * *
Awareness returned in fragmented pieces that seemed to make no sense. Voices in 
his head, whispering dark words and darker deeds. Harsh laughter and soft music. 
The roar of an engine and the cold touch of steel. The chill of the night 
caressing his skin, and the rough feel of bark against his spine. The crackle of 
flames and the scent of desire.
It was that awareness more than anything else that had Cade struggling through 
the layers of blackness encasing his mind. Because what he smelled wasn't the 
scent of someone who wanted sex. That was a mellower, infinitely sweeter, aroma. 
What he smelled now was somehow darker, more heated and tense. It was the scent 
of someone who was after something far more than just sex.
Bloodlust, rather than plain old lust.
But Candy was safely locked away, so who was emitting the scent now?
He forced his eyes open and, for a moment, had to wonder if he was actually 
awake and alert or still dreaming. Before him stretched a stone-filled clearing 
that looked an awfully lot like the one they'd found the first victim in. In the 
middle of the clearing, a huge fire blazed, and around it, a naked woman danced 
to music he could no longer hear. A second woman, this one fully clothed, stood 
to one side of the flames, her arms crossed and her pale face glowing with the 
heat of the fire.
Anni. Or rather, Jina.
He glanced back to the dancing woman, but between the darkness and the warm, 
jumping light of the fire, he couldn't actually tell if it was Candy or her 
sister, Lonny. But he had a bad feeling it was Candy, and that could only mean 
something had gone very wrong back at the ranger station.
Tension cut through him, settling like a weight in his gut. He knew Vannah was 
more than able to take care of herself under ordinary circumstances, but there 
was nothing ordinary about these women or their intentions. He was even 
beginning to wonder if he could survive them, and he'd had far more experience 
dealing with the lunatics of the world.
He was standing, his feet untied, which at least gave him some means of defense 
if they attacked. He shifted slightly, trying to get a feel for how well his 
arms were tied. Rough bark scraped across his spine. He glanced up. There was no 
canopy above him, which meant he was tied to a stump. His arms had been pulled 
back and his wrists roped behind the trunk. He flexed his fingers, more to get 
the blood flowing back into them than anything else, and then he tried to move 
his wrists. The rope slid around his skin, burning sharply. He hissed at the 
pain, and yet he felt a slight sense of elation. They'd tied him tightly, but 
not tightly enough. He could move his wrists, and if he could do that, then he 
could escape. All he needed to do was make his hands slippery enough with blood 
to force them past the rope's tension.
And the only problem with that was the dancing woman. Or rather, the lust he 
could smell coming off her. The slightest hint of blood could set her off, and 
he had a horrible suspicion that Anni wouldn't stop her. That was why she was 
nakedwhy he was naked. No troublesome clothes to get in the way of a good 
party.
But it was a party that wasn't going to happen if he could damn well help it. He 
wasn't about to lose the future he'd always dreamed of to some woman's insane 
revenge.
He looked around and saw Ren lying on the ground near his left, as naked as he 
and trussed up tighter than a turkey at Thanksgiving. His eyes were closed and 
his expression slack, as if he were still out to it. But the blood beginning to 
stain the ropes, and the slight flexing of his leg and arm muscles told a 
different story.
As Cade flexed his arms and moved his wrists, fighting the ropes, he glanced 
back to the two women. Jina was looking his way, and she gave him a cold smile 
when his gaze met hers.
"So, our chief murderer is awake."
"Jontee deserved the death he got, he said, hoping that by talking to her he'd 
keep her from noticing what he and Ren were attempting to do. You never saw 
what your brother did to those people."
It was a guess, but not much of one. If Jontee did indeed have a sister he'd 
been in contact with telepathically and Jina was that sister, it at least 
explained her current actions, though certainly not why it had taken her so long 
to get around to her vengeance. He, at least, had never been too hard to track 
down.
Jina hawked and spat. The globule landed close to his bare toes, glistening 
softly against the darker stone underneath it. It wasn't Jontee. It was Nelle."
"Nelle may have been the main force behind the murders, but it was Jontee 
performing them."
Surprise touched her weather-beaten features. If you knew that, how come you 
never went after her?"
"We had no proof, for a start. It was Jontee's prints on the weapon, and Jontee 
who I stopped from killing the last man. I suspected Nelle, but the suspicions 
of a raw recruit don't mean much without proof."
She snorted softly. Didn't try too hard to look for her afterwards, did you?"
No, they hadn't. But then, the killings had stopped, they had a suspect they'd 
caught red-handed, and there was plenty of evidence suggesting he was the only 
one committing the crime. We had a warrant out for her arrest. She was never 
found."
"Hard to find someone if you ain't actually looking for them, she sneered.
"Especially when your brother refused to answer any questions about her."
She sniffed and looked away. He had no choice in that."
"Because Nelle held his mind?"
"Yes. She glanced his way again and the maliciousness in her eyes sent a chill 
running through him. I watched him die, you know. I was one of the witnesses."
He had to wonder how, since Jontee's execution had restricted viewing, but he 
didn't doubt what she said. I was a witness, too. You could have gotten me 
there, Jina."
She sneered again. It was tempting, but you weren't first on my list and had to 
wait your time."
"Then Nelle was?"
"Yes."
"And she's dead?"
"It took me a long time to find her, but yes, she's dead."
Meaning he'd wasted half his time here searching for a woman who didn't exist. 
Maybe if he hadn't been so convinced it was Nelle behind the murders, he might 
have picked up clues sooner.
"Then how did you recognize Savannah at the club?"
She snorted. Saw the stupid bitch leaving her apartment."
So he and Savannah had both been rightshe hadn't been followed, but she'd 
definitely been spotted.
"I can understand you snatching me, but why take Ren? You know he's a Sinclair, 
don't you?"
She sniffed. The Sinclairs don't scare me. Besides, Candy fancied the look of 
him."
"If the Sinclairs don't scare you, you're more of a fool than I thought."
"We'll be long gone by the time his pack finds this place. She glanced at her 
watch. Your girlfriend has ten minutes to get here. Hope she's not late."
His gut tightened. What do you mean?"
Her grin was cold, victorious. Counting her chickens before they were hatched, 
Cade thought, and worked harder on the ropes.
"Meaning I left her a little message at the station and told her to be here by 
seven. If she's not here soon, I'll let Candy loose on Ren."
"Please let her be late, Candy said softly, and whirled to a stop in front of 
Cade. She ran her finger down his chest, her touch as hot as the heat in her 
eyes. I feel the need to rend and tear."
Her touche drifted down until she touched his cock. She teased him, caressed 
him, and though he knew his response was automatic and not desire, he still 
hated it.
And he'd be damned if he'd put up with it. He lunged forward as far as the ropes 
would allow, and smashed his forehead against hers. There was a sharp, cracking 
sound, followed quickly by Candy's yelp. She staggered backwards and touched a 
hand to her forehead, feeling for damage. And there was plenty. He'd hit hard 
enough to split her skinand his, if the warm moisture dribbling down his nose 
was anything to go by.
Her fingers came away bloody, and her gaze flew to his. For this, she said, 
holding out her hand for him to see the blood, you will pay."
"And I wasn't going to pay before that? He snorted softly. I'm not a fool, 
Candy."
She studied him for a moment, the light in her eyes becoming more and more 
feral. Tension stirred through his muscles, but there wasn't a whole lot he 
could do to stop her should she decide to attack.
Thankfully, she didn't. She merely smiled and slowly licked the blood from her 
fingers. I shall enjoy this, she said, dropping her gaze to his cock. And 
then I shall eat you. Piece by tiny piece."
"Candy, enough, Jina said softly.
Candy sniffed, but she flounced back to the fire. She didn't resume her dancing, 
though. She simply crossed her arms and regarded him much the same way a hunter 
might study its next meal.
Jina glanced at her watch again. Eight minutes."
"Why wait? Candy said, her gaze drifting to Ren's prone form. She licked her 
lips, her expression one of feral anticipation. We intend to kill him anyway, 
and I want to play."
Jina looked at Cade. What do you think, Agent Jones? Shall we let her loose to 
play?"
"It doesn't matter a damn what I think you should do, he said, working 
furiously on the ropes. Jina had to see what he was doing, but she gave no sign 
of it. Either she didn't care, or she was sure that even if he did escape the 
ropes, he'd never escape the two of them.
Not that he wanted to escape them. Take them down, yeah, but not escape.
"Come now, play the game. To attack, or not to attack, that is the question."
"And it's not one worth answering, since you'll damn well do what you want 
anyway."
Her smile was cold. Trust a man to take the fun out of things. She glanced at 
Candy and then waved a hand towards Ren. My dear, he's all yours."
Candy smiled, and the changing haze shimmered over her form. Then, in wolf form, 
she launched herself toward the helpless Ren.
And there wasn't one goddamn thing Cade could do to stop it.
* * * *
Savannah glanced at her watch as she climbed out of her truck. There were still 
ten minutes to go, and yet she knew she couldn't afford to place any trust in 
the fact that Anni would keep her word and not harm either man until seven. She 
wasn't dealing with a rational mind, despite the harmless old woman front Anni 
had put on over the last six months.
Tension slipped through her, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm her 
nerves. Nothing had happened to Cade yet. They might not have shared a great 
deal in the way of telepathic thoughts or emotions, but she'd feel it if he were 
hurt. She loved him, and she'd know.
She glanced up as thunder rumbled overhead and grabbed her thick jacket off the 
back seat. Not only was it warm, but it covered the bulletproof jacket Anton had 
insisted she wear. Once she was zipped up, she grabbed her knife belt and 
clipped it on. Then she tucked her gun in the waistband at the back of her 
pants, out of sight. Anton had given her one silver bullet to use, and though 
she'd pointed out that there were actually two women, he'd simply shrugged and 
suggested she take out the most dangerous of them. It was Trista who'd told her 
IIS teams were only given two silver bullets per mission, because they were 
expensive to produce and only to be used as a last resortand by IIS personnel 
only. Anton was risking his career just by giving her the bullet.
None of which made her feel any easier. One silver bullet was one too few when 
she was facing those women alone.
She blew out a breath, trying to ease the tension crawling through her limbs. 
Where the hell had her courage suddenly gone? Or was it natural to be nervous 
before you stepped into the lion's den? Sure, she'd led the hunt for Betise when 
the woman had kidnapped Duncan and Ren, but that was different. She hadn't 
needed to present herself as a target that time.
And that was the problem, she realized. Not that she was the target, but the 
fact that it could all go so very wrong.
No, she thought sternly. It won't. Have faith.
She slammed the door shut and headed toward the pitch-black trail. Ronan, Anton 
and Trista were working their way through the forest, intending to attack 
downwind and, hopefully, unexpectedly. They had the tracker to guide them, so 
with any luck, they wouldn't be too far behind her.
Not that she could afford to rely on luck. She headed through the forest, 
wasting no time. She didn't want time to think, and she followed the path as 
quickly as she dared, seeing no point in trying to approach quietly. It wasn't 
as if they weren't expecting her. The trail became steeper, rockier, as she 
climbed, and the air was chill with the promise of the oncoming storm. Yet 
despite that, sweat trickled down her spine. Fear, not exertion.
Soon the trees began to recede and the stretches of barren ground became longer. 
She slowed, knowing she was drawing close to the clearing where the first victim 
had been found. Ahead, light danced, sending flickering shadows of yellow and 
orange across the clumps of snow hunkering near the remaining trees or behind 
the shelter of the rocks. Two women stood close to the fire, one wearing 
clothes, one not. Anni and Candy, having a grand old time by the look of it. Her 
gaze scooted past them and found Cade. Relief surged through her. Her instincts 
hadn't been wrong. He might be tied up, but he was alive and appeared unhurt. He 
was also very naked, and that wasn't a good sign. It meant Anni was very sure of 
the outcome. Meant she was sure Cade would be doing nothing more than becoming 
another victim to Candy's mad lust for blood.
But what about Ren? Where was he?
She swept her gaze around the clearing and found him on the ground, as naked as 
Cade and trussed up so tightly his fingers and toes were white from lack of 
blood.
Her gaze went back to the two women. They were talking, but the wind snatched 
their words and flung them away before she could make out what they were saying. 
She shifted around until she was downwind and the words carried to her.
"Trust a man to take the fun out of things. Anni's voice was contemptuous, 
cold. She glanced at Candy and waved a hand towards Ren. My dear, he's all 
yours."
Even before she'd finished speaking, the golden shifting haze shimmered over 
Candy's naked form, moving her from human to wolf. Then she was snarling and 
leaping, through the air, arrowing straight toward the helpless Ren.
Savannah didn't pause to think. She just grabbed the gun from the waist of her 
pants and fired that one precious silver bullet. Her shot was on target, hitting 
Candy in the middle and flinging her backwards as blood and fur sprayed. Her 
deep-seated, hungry growling became a sharp sound of pain, but even that was cut 
off as she hit the ground. She wasn't deadthe twitching in her limbs and her 
soft whimpering attested to thatbut if she didn't get help, she soon would be. 
Very few wolves could survive a silver bullet for long.
Savannah shifted the barrel and centered it on Anniand discovered that Anni was 
also armed. Only her weapon was aimed at Cade.
"Drop it, she warned softly. Or I'll shoot his fucking dick off."
Something hit Savannah's shieldsa furious rapping that had a definite male 
feel. Cade. She lowered a shield and let him in.
Don't you dare drop that weapon. His mind voice was furious, and yet it was 
tinged with fearfor her. She intends to kill us anyway, and dropping that 
weapon only makes her job easier.
If I don't drop it, she'll follow through with her threat. She held up one hand 
and let the weapon slide around her finger. And I am not unprotected without the 
gun. Anni just thinks I am.
And if you do drop it, what's to stop her from shooting me anyway? She wants us 
to pay with pain, Vannah, and that sure as hell would be one painful way to go. 
He was right in that respect. Anni was just as likely to shoot as not.
"Drop it, Anni warned softly. Or I will fire."
"You'll fire anyway, she said. To Cade, she added, Shield Ren. I wouldn't put 
it past her to try and use him to attack me.
Will do. Just be careful she doesn't try to attack you telepathically. 
The vicious grin that stretched Anni's thin lips suggested that Cade's guess 
about being shot regardless of whether or not Savannah gave up her gun had been 
correct.
"Maybe I will shoot, Anni said, and maybe I won't. Either way, you have no 
choice."
"There's always a choice, Jina."
She didn't react to the use of her real name. Knowing Anni's warped way of 
thinking, she probably gained a whole lot of satisfaction about them knowing who 
she really was.
"Like you and that bastard over there gave Jontee a choice?"
"Jontee had a choice. He could have walked away from Rosehall or given up Nelle 
if she was the force behind the murders."
"He believed in Rosehall. In what it stood for."
"And what did it really stand for? She carefully shifted her grip so that she 
was once again holding the gun at the ready. It was all a lie. A big fat lie 
designed to do nothing more than gather fresh fodder for the next blood 
letting."
"Rosehall was an ideal. It was a celebration of life and love and freedom."
"And death. Don't forget the celebration of death."
"That was never part of the original idea."
Hadn't it been? After everything she'd read, she had to wonder.
"Jontee was never free, Jina. Not then, and not now. Especially now that you've 
ensured his infamy lives on. Ensured he can't rest in peace."
"The only thing I'm ensuring is that he can finally rest, knowing that the very 
people who caused his downfall will finally join him in hell. Now drop the damn 
weapon."
She didn't drop it. She squeezed the trigger and fired, aiming for Jina's hand 
rather than the safer option of a body shot. The gun's retort echoed across the 
brief silence, followed quickly by Jina's yelp as the bullet tore through her 
hand. Blood, bone, and weapon flew. Jina's face contorted with pain and fury as 
the shimmer of shapechanging swept over her body. In wolf form, she launched 
herself across the fire, teeth bared and the bloody need to rend and tear 
gleaming in her eyes.
Savannah braced and aimed the gun, but before she could fire, another shot rang 
out. Jina flopped to the ground, blood and God knows what else leaking out from 
the gaping hole in her head.
Anton rose from behind the boulders across the clearing and gave her a grim 
smile. That's one less murderer for the courts to worry about."
Trista came out of the shadows, and a second later, so did Ronan. She met his 
gaze, saw the relief there, and gave him a smile before she looked at Cade. The 
relief in the navy blue depths of his eyes echoed right through her. Tension 
slithered from her limbs, leaving her suddenly weak and shaky. They were all 
right. All of the people she cared about were all right.
And in the end, it had been almost too easy to stop Jina's mad plot for revenge. 
Something she certainly hadn't expected.
She wiped the sweat from her brow, clicked the safety back on the gun and shoved 
it away.
"I think Candy's still alive, she said.
Anton nodded. We'll take care of her, since I'm sure you'll want to take care 
of the boss. A grin touched his lips as he glanced at Ronan. Which leaves Ren 
to you."
"I always get the best jobs, Ronan muttered.
She walked over to Cade and lightly touched his cheek. As if I'd let her shoot 
you anywhere, let alone something as vital to our future as your cock."
He grinned. So I'm only loved for my skills in the sack?"
"Well, at this stage, I'm not sure what more there is. She kissed him softly 
and sweetly, but with all the relief and love that was welling inside her. 
Emotions she could feel in the warm glow of his thoughts, and in the caress of 
his lips. When she finally pulled away, she added, I guess it's up to you to 
show me what else there is."
"Hard thing to do when I'm tied up, he said wryly.
"Ah. Well, I guess I'd better untie you then."
"It would be a good start."
She grinned and walked around the stump. His wrists were rubbed raw, and the 
tight rope was blood-soaked. You've made a mess back here, she said, getting 
out her knife.
"Well, I was hardly going to stand back and calmly watch you walk into a trap 
now, was I?"
"I can defend myself. The first strand of ropes snapped away. Two more to go. 
She frowned in concentration, trying to avoid cutting his bloody flesh along 
with the rope.
"I know. I just didn't want you to have to defend yourself. A wolf likes to 
protect his own."
Another strand gone. You know, Neva and I swore long ago never to fall for 
alphas. We decided your lot was far too much trouble."
"And how old were you when you decided this? Amusement touched his voice.
"Five."
"A very wise age, he commented, the amusement deeper this time.
The last strand fell away. He stepped away from the post, rubbing his wrists as 
she shoved the knife back in its sheath. Then she met his gaze, and she realized 
that the amusement in his voice didn't touch his face. That his eyes were, in 
fact, curiously blank.
Anni had him. Controlled him. From the grave.
Her stomach bottomed out, but before she could react, his fist smashed into her 
face and she was flying backwards. Her yelp of surprise drowned in the haze of 
pain and the rush of blood. She hit the ground with a grunt, the gun at her back 
digging into her spine, almost paralyzing her with agony. Then he was on her, 
his weight pinning her body and her arms, his fists pummeling her hard and fast, 
until all she could feel was pain and all she could see was the man she loved 
battering her. Killing her.
And suddenly Neva was there, in her mind, frantically wanting to know what was 
happening, what was going on.
She ignored her sister, and screamed both verbally and mentally, Cade! It's me, 
Vannah! But there was no response from him. His mind was locked with Anni's 
vicious last wishes, and he wasn't hearing anything else.
As she twisted from side to side, desperately trying to avoid his blows, she 
dropped her shields and arrowed into his mindonly to rebound off a shield 
similar to Candy's. Anni had protected her handiwork, which meant she had never 
intended to shoot her or Cade. She'd planned all along to let them destroy each 
other.
The blows kept coming and blackness washed though her, threatening to sweep her 
into unconsciousness, and ultimately, death. From a distance she heard Ronan 
shout. The pummeling stopped, and there was a click and several shots. Then she 
heard a cry of pain. Female. Trista.
God help her, she had to stop him, before he killed everyone. And there was only 
one way to do it.
She reached out to Neva, forming a link with her for her sister's talents and 
strength, dragging on them hard and fast. Then she flung it allevery bit of 
pain, hurt, fear and love she feltstraight at him. The force seemed to explode 
into the air, and it crashed through the barriers in his mind as easily as a 
hurricane tore through trees, shattering not only the barrier but any hold Anni 
had on his mind. Awareness surged briefly between them, along with dawning 
horror. Then Cade was torn from her body and flung backwards.
The effort left her drained and weak. She didn't hear him land, didn't see him 
land. She simply let the blackness take her to a place where there was no pain.


Chapter Fourteen 
Savannah glanced away from the mirror as Neva waddled into the small hospital 
room, and she couldn't help grinning. Sis, you're looking fatter every time I 
see you."
Neva grimaced as she tossed a bag on a nearby chair and eased herself onto the 
end of the bed. That's because I am fatter. I swear I'm having triplets, even 
if the doc insists there are only two fatties inside."
Savannah grinned. Doctors and machines are not infallible. Triplets or even 
quads are always a remote possibility."
"Bite your tongue. Two mini Duncans are more than enough to contend with. Her 
smile faded a little. Have you heard from Cade yet?"
Savannah sighed and looked back at the mirror. Her reflection wasn't a pretty 
sightrainbow-colored bruises, a swollen, cut nose, a fat lip and cut chin. Her 
torso had fared little better, and right now she looked and felt like a punching 
bag. In fact, she'd seen punching bags that actually looked better than she did 
right now. But while she might be bruised, nothing had been broken. Even in the 
midst of a nightmare, Cade had somehow managed to have some control over his 
punchesenough to merely batter rather than break.
"No. she said eventually. I haven't."
"You want me to go find him and drag him here by the scruff of his neck?"
Savannah grinned. I'd love to see you try. But no, I don't."
"Damn it, he should be here with you!"
"I can understand why he isn't."
Neva harumphed. If he tries to leave town, he'll have a posse on his tail."
Her grin grew. He won't leave."
"You're sure of that?"
"Yes."
"Then tell me why the hell he isn't here begging for your forgiveness and 
running after your every need?"
"Because he doesn't need my forgiveness, and because he's well aware that I'm 
more than capable of taking care of myself."
"That doesn't excuse him for not coming to visit you."
Well, no, it didn't. But he had been here, for every single moment of the ten 
hours she'd been out of it. And while she wasn't entirely sure why he hadn't 
come back to visit her in the two days since then, she trusted what they had 
between them enough to know he wasn't going anywhere. He was just walking away 
from the sight of all the damage he'd done rather than walking away from her.
"I'm going to talk to him now. She finished putting her hair into a ponytail, 
wincing a little as pain slithered through bruised muscles.
"You shouldn't even be out of bed yet."
"God, have you and Ronan taken nagging pills or what? He's currently down the 
hall, harassing the nurses, trying to get them to make me stay."
Neva grinned. I know. I passed him on the way up here."
"Then why didn't you tell him not to waste his breath?"
"Because it's his breath to waste and because that pretty blonde nurse was down 
there. She's rather keen on him, you know."
"No, I didn't, and nor should you."
Neva chuckled softly. What's the good of a psychic talent if you can't put it 
to use occasionally? Ronan's too good a catch to keep playing the lone wolf."
Savannah wagged a finger at her. Don't play matchmaking games. He'll sense it 
and get pissed off."
"You're no fun, Neva muttered, the twinkle in her eyes suggesting the idea was 
neither gone nor forgotten. She levered herself off the bed. You want a ride 
anywhere?"
"No. I need to stretch aching muscles."
"And here I thought the doc had ordered you to rest."
He had. And she would, once she was with Cade. If you keep nagging me, I'll 
suggest to Duncan he take you back to the mansion and make you rest."
"Tart. Neva waddled to her and lightly touched a hand to Savannah's cheek. Let 
me know how things go."
"I will."
Once Neva had left, she walked over to the bed and opened the bag. Loose pants, 
a sweater and flip-flops. Not the most attractive outfit, but it was at least 
comfortable. And she doubted Cade would be too worried about what she was 
wearing.
She dressed and left the hospitaland a happy Ronan shamelessly flirting with 
the blonde nurse.
The day was one of those crisp autumn ones with lots of sunshine, and yet there 
was a touch of winter chill in the soft breeze. She paused on the bottom step 
and breathed deeply, clearing her lungs of the stale hospital air. Then she 
turned and walked to her lodge.
By the time she'd reached the bottom of the steep driveway, she was sweating and 
aching and calling herself all sorts of names for not accepting Neva's offer of 
a ride. The beating had sapped her strength more than she'd realized, and the 
driveway might as well be Mount Everest, for all the hope she had of climbing it 
right now.
But before she could call for help, Cade appeared, walking down the driveway 
towards her. She didn't move, just enjoyed the sight of himenjoyed the play of 
sun across his lightly-tanned arms, the way his thigh muscles moved under his 
jeans, even the easy way he walked. But most of all, she enjoyed the way his 
navy gaze met hers, held hers, as if she were something so precious he feared to 
look away in case she disappeared.
"Need a hand? he said, as he stopped in front of her.
She smiled. Yeah. Overestimated my strength, I'm afraid."
"You should have called."
"I wanted to walk."
"And now you're regretting it."
"And now I'm regretting it, she agreed.
A smile touched his lips, and he carefully picked her up and carried her back up 
the hill. She sighed in contentment and rested her head against his shoulder, 
listening to the soothing, steady beat of his heart.
She could have stayed there forever, listening to that beat.
"Been fixing a few things up, he said, as they approached the lodge.
Her gaze skirted across the old building. At first glance, there didn't appear 
to be much difference than when she'd last seen it. Then she noticed that the 
front steps had been repaired, and the skeleton of a new roof had appeared over 
the damaged wing.
"So you have. She met his gaze. You didn't have to."
"Yes, I did. He walked through the open front door, up the stairs and along the 
hall with the roof still intact. The air was fresh, filled with the sharpness of 
new paint. Not all the walls were painted, but most were at least patched. But 
not for the reasons you think."
She raised her eyebrows as he walked into one of the end rooms. The old sofa 
they'd used the first time they'd made love had been dragged in here, and a fire 
had been started. He'd been expecting her. He placed her on the sofa and 
squatted in front of her.
She touched a hand to his cheek and slid it down his lips. He kissed each finger 
as she asked, And what might those reasons be?"
"This isn't an apology, he said, waving a hand at the freshly painted walls 
around them.
She knew that already, but she still asked the question, simply because he 
wanted her to ask it. Then what is it?"
"A promise. A commitment. He touched a hand to her cheek, his fingers warm and 
gentle against her skin. What I did to you is a nightmare that will haunt the 
worst of my nights, but I won't let it destroy me, and I won't let it destroy 
us. I may not know you as well as I should, but I do love you, Savannah, and I 
want to live the rest of my life with you."
The emotions, so raw and deep, in his eyes had tears touching hers. Good, 
because I sure as hell wasn't going to let you go anywhere anyway."
He grinned, and leaned forward, gently kissing the unswollen section of her 
mouth. Had the posse ready to go, huh?"
"Neva did. I told her we wouldn't need it. She ran her fingers through the 
silky length of his brown hair and slid them around the back of his neck. You 
knew I was okay. That's why you weren't at the hospital."
His grin became wry. Actually, I wasn't at the hospital because your dad 
threatened to do me serious bodily harm if I didn't leave you alone and give you 
time to recover and think."
"I am going to kill my father."
Cade shrugged. He was only protecting what's his."
"I'm not his. I'm yours."
"I told him that. He wasn't inclined to believe me."
"So why didn't you just arrest his sorry ass and come visit me anyhow?"
"Because the man is going to be my father-in-law, and that would have started 
our relationship on a very wrong foot."
She slid her other hand around his neck and wriggled closer, until he was 
kneeling between her spread legs. That almost sounds like a proposal."
"And it just might be."
"If it is, it's not a very romantic one."
He studied her for a moment. The smile on his lips and the love so evident in 
his eyes made her feel safe and warm and wanted. Like she'd finally come home 
after a long time away.
And in so many ways, she had.
"You're wearing multicolored bruises, an old track suit and flip-flops, he 
said. Not exactly a romance-inducing outfit."
"What if I wasn't wearing it?"
"Tempting, but for those bruises."
"I'm sure a clever man could get around the bruises."
The sexy smile tugging his lips made her hormones zoom and her heart feel like 
it was going to leap out of her chest. Is that a challenge, woman?"
"Are you up for a challenge? She let her gaze slide down. I must say, it 
certainly looks like you are."
"I'm always ready to tackle a challenge, but not until you answer the question 
on the table."
She leaned forward and kissed his lips. What question?"
"Will you marry me?"
"If I say yes, will you shut up and make love to me?"
He pulled the zipper of her top down, revealing her breasts. Yes."
"Then the answer is yes."
"Good. He slid her top off and shucked off his own shirt. I wasn't going to 
accept any other answer, anyway."
"You promised to shut up."
"And make love to you, he agreed. He took her face between his hands and kissed 
her carefully, but oh-so wonderfully. It's a promise I intend to keep every 
single day, for the rest of our lives."
"Then shut up and get down to it, she teased.
He didand proved just how well a clever man could get around bruises.