Frostbitten
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"Kill me?" He slowly rose. "Why would they-?"
He charged, hoping to catch me off guard. I stepped aside and he smacked into the wall, then wheeled fast and came at me again. Again, I stepped aside, this time grabbing him and pitching him through the air.
As he hit the ground, he let out a stream of profanity.
I shook my head. "If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't be throwing you on the grass, would I?"
"Right, you're here to help me, after getting tipped off that I'm a man-eater. Do you really expect me to-"
He tried the dash-in-midsentence trick again, making a break for the alley. I tore after him. As I caught the back of his jacket, he spun and hit me with an upper cut that sent me sailing off my feet.
I kept my grip on his coat, and we both went down. I tried to scramble up, but he pinned me. It was then that his wolf brain kicked in. His pupils dilated, his breathing quickened, his erection pressed into my thigh, his wolf side telling him this wasn't a fight-it was foreplay, and damn, I smelled good.
He froze as the still-human part of his brain warned him that what the wolf wanted was a very bad idea. But his nostrils still flared, drinking in my scent.
I knew which side would win, and that's when things always got ugly.
So while he fought his inner battle, I heaved him off me.
"That's why I don't do hand-to-hand combat with mutts," I said.
He nodded as he got to his feet, rubbing his face briskly with his sleeve, gaze down, cheeks flaming. He pinched his nose and shook his head, trying to clear my scent.
It took a smart kid to back off that fast. And Reese was smart-that was the problem. If he'd been a dumb lunk who'd keep trying to hump my leg, then he'd have believed me when I said I was here to rescue him. Instead, he saw all the ways it could be a trick.
"Liam and Ramon are after you," I said. "You haven't noticed because they aren't nearly as good at tracking as I am. Give them a few weeks to catch up and-"
He charged, switching to the dash-while-your-opponent-is-in-midspeech tactic. Again, I sidestepped. Only this time, he hooked the back of my knee. I stumbled, but came up swinging. Unfortunately, he was already ten feet away, running for the road.
I took off after him.
FLIGHT
I LOST HIM. The condensed version is that Reese Williams possessed an admirable blend of intelligence and humility, and I was accustomed to dealing with mutts who'd sooner cut off their balls than run from a woman. Reese did exactly what I'd have done if pursued through a city core by a more experienced werewolf. He ran for the nearest populated place-a busy restaurant. While I waited at the back door, he must have darted out the front and swiped someone's cab. By the time I realized he was gone, it was too late to follow.
Now, an hour later, I was in a cab of my own, getting out at the Pittsburgh International Airport.
What led me here wasn't good old-fashioned legwork. Ever since the werewolves rejoined the supernatural council, our mutt tracking has gone high tech. We now have Paige Winterbourne, genius computer hacker, at our disposal.
We knew Reese had been using stolen credit cards, alternating between at least three. Paige had identified two and was tracking trans actions.
I didn't even get a chance to tell her I'd lost him before she was calling to say he'd used a credit card at the airport. As for where he was going, that proved more problematic. Paige had access to all the major airline computers, but this was a small one she hadn't ever needed to crack. So I was back to leg- and nose work.
"You're booked on a flight to Miami," Jeremy said as I got out of the cab, cell phone to my ear. "That will get you through security. But from the sounds of it, you've delivered your message. If he's refusing to listen, I'm not sure what you plan to do about that."
"I want to tell him what happened to Yuli Etxeberria. If that doesn't work, I'll hog-tie him and haul his ass someplace safe until he smartens up."
Silence as I walked through the doors. It lasted so long that with anyone else I'd have wondered if the line disconnected.
"You don't need to keep chasing him, Elena."
"Just one more day. The kids are okay, aren't they?"
"Yes, they're fine. Clay called an hour ago. His last meeting was canceled, so he can help with Reese."
"Great. He can catch up with me tomorrow, after he stops in there and sees the kids."
"While I'm sure he'd love to see them, right now he wants to get to you. As soon as you figure out where you're going, he'll meet up with you."
I didn't argue. It'd been two weeks since I'd seen Clay-longer than we'd been apart in years. I was so accustomed to having him around that for two weeks I'd been unbalanced and off-kilter. And when it came to hunting Reese without my partner, I'd definitely been off my game.
"Etxeberria wasn't your fault, Elena," Jeremy said.
Ah, right to the crux of the matter, as usual.
"One more day," I said. "Just give me-"
"I'll give you all the time you need. You know that. Then once you're done, take an extra night with Clay before you come back."
WE HADN'T INTENDED to be apart so long. For Clay, even separate day trips were too much. That's the wolf in him, wanting his mate nearby at all times. Most werewolves inherit the genes and don't transform until their late teens, but Clay was bitten as a child, and that makes him more wolf than human.
Our separation had begun with a work trip for me that lasted longer than expected. In the meantime, Clay had left for Atlanta. I was supposed to stop overnight at home, then follow. Only that night, our darling three-year-old twins thought I'd gone out back for a "walk in the forest" and decided to follow… by jumping out a second-floor window.
While adult werewolves have superhuman strength and reflexes, and could easily make that leap, we don't get those secondary powers until puberty. As for whether those rules apply to the offspring of two werewolves, let's just say we're starting to think they don't. The kids escaped with minor injuries: a twisted ankle for Logan and a sprained wrist for Kate, which meant no Atlanta trip for me.
Thus the two-week separation, now thankfully almost at an end.
SOME AIRPORTS ARE perfect for losing a tail. Take Minneapolis. With its endless corridors of shops and restaurants it rivals the nearby Mall of the Americas as a hellhole for the directionally challenged. Pittsburgh was not one of those airports.
He charged, hoping to catch me off guard. I stepped aside and he smacked into the wall, then wheeled fast and came at me again. Again, I stepped aside, this time grabbing him and pitching him through the air.
As he hit the ground, he let out a stream of profanity.
I shook my head. "If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't be throwing you on the grass, would I?"
"Right, you're here to help me, after getting tipped off that I'm a man-eater. Do you really expect me to-"
He tried the dash-in-midsentence trick again, making a break for the alley. I tore after him. As I caught the back of his jacket, he spun and hit me with an upper cut that sent me sailing off my feet.
I kept my grip on his coat, and we both went down. I tried to scramble up, but he pinned me. It was then that his wolf brain kicked in. His pupils dilated, his breathing quickened, his erection pressed into my thigh, his wolf side telling him this wasn't a fight-it was foreplay, and damn, I smelled good.
He froze as the still-human part of his brain warned him that what the wolf wanted was a very bad idea. But his nostrils still flared, drinking in my scent.
I knew which side would win, and that's when things always got ugly.
So while he fought his inner battle, I heaved him off me.
"That's why I don't do hand-to-hand combat with mutts," I said.
He nodded as he got to his feet, rubbing his face briskly with his sleeve, gaze down, cheeks flaming. He pinched his nose and shook his head, trying to clear my scent.
It took a smart kid to back off that fast. And Reese was smart-that was the problem. If he'd been a dumb lunk who'd keep trying to hump my leg, then he'd have believed me when I said I was here to rescue him. Instead, he saw all the ways it could be a trick.
"Liam and Ramon are after you," I said. "You haven't noticed because they aren't nearly as good at tracking as I am. Give them a few weeks to catch up and-"
He charged, switching to the dash-while-your-opponent-is-in-midspeech tactic. Again, I sidestepped. Only this time, he hooked the back of my knee. I stumbled, but came up swinging. Unfortunately, he was already ten feet away, running for the road.
I took off after him.
FLIGHT
I LOST HIM. The condensed version is that Reese Williams possessed an admirable blend of intelligence and humility, and I was accustomed to dealing with mutts who'd sooner cut off their balls than run from a woman. Reese did exactly what I'd have done if pursued through a city core by a more experienced werewolf. He ran for the nearest populated place-a busy restaurant. While I waited at the back door, he must have darted out the front and swiped someone's cab. By the time I realized he was gone, it was too late to follow.
Now, an hour later, I was in a cab of my own, getting out at the Pittsburgh International Airport.
What led me here wasn't good old-fashioned legwork. Ever since the werewolves rejoined the supernatural council, our mutt tracking has gone high tech. We now have Paige Winterbourne, genius computer hacker, at our disposal.
We knew Reese had been using stolen credit cards, alternating between at least three. Paige had identified two and was tracking trans actions.
I didn't even get a chance to tell her I'd lost him before she was calling to say he'd used a credit card at the airport. As for where he was going, that proved more problematic. Paige had access to all the major airline computers, but this was a small one she hadn't ever needed to crack. So I was back to leg- and nose work.
"You're booked on a flight to Miami," Jeremy said as I got out of the cab, cell phone to my ear. "That will get you through security. But from the sounds of it, you've delivered your message. If he's refusing to listen, I'm not sure what you plan to do about that."
"I want to tell him what happened to Yuli Etxeberria. If that doesn't work, I'll hog-tie him and haul his ass someplace safe until he smartens up."
Silence as I walked through the doors. It lasted so long that with anyone else I'd have wondered if the line disconnected.
"You don't need to keep chasing him, Elena."
"Just one more day. The kids are okay, aren't they?"
"Yes, they're fine. Clay called an hour ago. His last meeting was canceled, so he can help with Reese."
"Great. He can catch up with me tomorrow, after he stops in there and sees the kids."
"While I'm sure he'd love to see them, right now he wants to get to you. As soon as you figure out where you're going, he'll meet up with you."
I didn't argue. It'd been two weeks since I'd seen Clay-longer than we'd been apart in years. I was so accustomed to having him around that for two weeks I'd been unbalanced and off-kilter. And when it came to hunting Reese without my partner, I'd definitely been off my game.
"Etxeberria wasn't your fault, Elena," Jeremy said.
Ah, right to the crux of the matter, as usual.
"One more day," I said. "Just give me-"
"I'll give you all the time you need. You know that. Then once you're done, take an extra night with Clay before you come back."
WE HADN'T INTENDED to be apart so long. For Clay, even separate day trips were too much. That's the wolf in him, wanting his mate nearby at all times. Most werewolves inherit the genes and don't transform until their late teens, but Clay was bitten as a child, and that makes him more wolf than human.
Our separation had begun with a work trip for me that lasted longer than expected. In the meantime, Clay had left for Atlanta. I was supposed to stop overnight at home, then follow. Only that night, our darling three-year-old twins thought I'd gone out back for a "walk in the forest" and decided to follow… by jumping out a second-floor window.
While adult werewolves have superhuman strength and reflexes, and could easily make that leap, we don't get those secondary powers until puberty. As for whether those rules apply to the offspring of two werewolves, let's just say we're starting to think they don't. The kids escaped with minor injuries: a twisted ankle for Logan and a sprained wrist for Kate, which meant no Atlanta trip for me.
Thus the two-week separation, now thankfully almost at an end.
SOME AIRPORTS ARE perfect for losing a tail. Take Minneapolis. With its endless corridors of shops and restaurants it rivals the nearby Mall of the Americas as a hellhole for the directionally challenged. Pittsburgh was not one of those airports.
