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couldn’t have. The whole world fell quiet.
She listened hard, trying to hear the background noises at his end
of the line, anything that could give her a clue. “Where are
you?”

    A short laugh.

    “ Wouldn’t you
like to know?” His tone held a distinct sneer and anger. “Maybe you
should have been a better partner. You could’ve been here when he
dies.”

    The line went
dead.

    “ Paul? Paul!”
She tore the phone from her ear and stared at it. He’d said ‘dies’
not ‘dead’. Amon wasn’t dead yet. She clung to that thought as
though it was her only hope.

    Christ, she prayed Leyton
hadn’t changed his number. She punched it in and was running for
the door as it rang. She didn’t lock the door behind her. There
wasn’t time. She had to find Amon. One flight of stairs. Two. She
shoved the front doors and broke out onto the street.

    The night air was cold
without her jacket. A passing man stared at her. His eyes fell to
her chest and then he backed away and crossed the road. Shit. Her
guns were on show. If the police saw her, she’d be dead.

    The phone continued to
ring.

    Damn Leyton.

    Taking deep breaths, she
tried to calm down. If she was calm, she might be able to sense
Amon. She closed her eyes and focussed. When nothing came to her,
she realised that there was only one way of finding
Amon.

    She needed to use her
beast.

    She wouldn’t let it take
control. She would just let it out a little so she could sense
others like her.

    It lunged forwards,
clearly sensing freedom and her desire to use it. Kat struggled to
keep it to heel. She growled right along with it, frustrated and
angry.

    It wanted Amon too. It
wanted to mate. If it wanted him, it was going to have to help her
find him.

    Nothing.

    She stomped her foot and
then remembered what Amon had told her all those years ago. Many
people made the mistake of thinking their werewolf side was a
separate being locked within them. It wasn’t. It was part of them.
She realised that she had always kept it separate, seeing it as a
thing that had invaded her. It wasn’t. The animal inside her was
her true nature. It was part of her. It was her.

    If she wanted to use that
side of herself to find Amon, she would have to accept it was a
part of her.

    She shook her head and
pressed redial on her phone.

    She couldn’t do
it.

    Not even to save
Amon.

    She couldn’t embrace the
werewolf.

    Still no
answer.

    She tried Paul again,
running at the same time, heading towards the cemetery. It was a
good starting point. Amon might have gone back there to see her. If
he had turned dangerous, then his focus now would be to feed and
perhaps mate. The only place he’d seen her in this town was the
cemetery. Surely, he would return there in the hopes of finding
her.

    “ Hello Kat.”
Paul sounded calm. The kind of calm that psychopathic murderers
did.

    Pressing her finger into
her other ear to block out the ambient noise, she listened hard,
trying to hear anything that would make it clear where he
was.

    “ I think I’ll
hunt with you after all,” she said, out of breath as she sprinted.
“Where shall I meet you?”

    There was a loud smacking
sound and then a distinct growl. Paul laughed, low and
vicious.

    “ Down boy,”
Paul said slightly away from the phone and her chest tightened, her
heart clenching at the thought of him hurting Amon. “It’s too late
to make amends, Kat. I gave you a chance.”

    “ A chance?” Kat
turned the corner that led onto a road running parallel to the main
street of the city, away from the evening crowds. It was hard to
talk and run, but she had to keep Paul on the phone. It was her
only hope. If she could keep him talking, perhaps she would buy
Amon some time. “A chance at what?”

    Another cracking sound.
This time the growl was more of a whimper. Icy spears stabbed her
heart.

    “ You know, Kat,
I always thought there was something different about you. I thought
you were special,” Paul said, anger