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sonofabitch, though. He knew they’d been there and just hadn’t cared.
    “There.” He shot straight ahead, Chantal hot on his heels.
    A wolf had a dark-haired woman backed against a tree. Dylan pulled his gun and fired at the ground in front of the wolf, the shot spraying grass and dirt in front of the wolf. The wolf started, jumping back and turning to snarl at Dylan. Dammit, he couldn’t shoot the thing, it was too close to the girl. If he missed, he’d hit her.
    The wolf’s eyes glowed like golden flame in the darkness, its sleek muscles undulating under its gray fur. For a second Dylan was sure it was going to lunge at him, but then it turned to the left and sprang through the dense bushes, disappearing from sight. The young woman sank to the ground in a heap, out cold.
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    “I’m going after him,” Chantal said, pulling her clothes off in a hurry. Dylan watched, transfixed, as within seconds and at a dead run a naked Chantal shifted from woman to wolf and disappeared into the brush.
    He checked the woman for injuries. Other than a few scratches on her arms and legs, she seemed okay. Probably in shock. He took out his phone and called Noah, reporting what happened while he waited for Chantal. Goddammit, he wanted to be able to shift and go with her. Wasn’t that just the oddest thing? He didn’t want to be a werewolf, didn’t want this upheaval and complete change in his life that had been thrust upon him.
    But it sure as hell would come in handy right now. Because he’d like to chase down that sonofabitch who’d tried to attack the girl. He looked up at the moon. Almost full.
    He felt the draw to it, immersed himself in its power.
    It was almost his time.
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Chapter Six
    Chantal hadn’t been able to catch up to the wolf. Once she hit the end of the park, the trail ended at the fence leading onto the Golden Gate Bridge, the bastard. No telling where he’d gone from there and his scent had gone cold. In human form she wouldn’t be able to follow his scent. Only when he was in wolf form. He must have shifted and taken off over the fence where he had a car waiting or he’d walked across the pedestrian part of the bridge.
    She’d hurried back to Dylan and found him and Noah with the girl. She was conscious, but her memory was a blank. She didn’t even remember the wolf, only that someone attacked her and she fainted. Said the last thing she remembered was meeting some friends for drinks at a bar called The Joint on Market Street, a popular nightspot.
    The police arrived and they gave their statements, saying they’d come upon an unconscious woman while walking in the park. Dylan identified himself as NCA and indicated he’d fill his superiors in on what happened. Then they left the scene and headed back to the house.
    Dylan ate a pound of bacon and some eggs while they sat around with Lamont and Maia and a few of the others from Lamont’s higher echelon.
    “The others who were killed also were young and hung out in very trendy bars like The Joint where the woman was last night. Our wolf is obviously targeting his victims there,” Dylan said.
    “Maia and I hit that bar a lot. We know all the regulars. It’s a popular place for the downtown crowd,” Chantal said.
    Lamont frowned. Chantal shrugged. “We go before dark, okay? And only one or two drinks.”
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    “Lighten up, Lamont,” Maia added. “We are allowed to mingle among the human population. It’s not like we ate anyone. Well, not in the werewolf way, anyway,” she finished with a cocky grin.
    Noah snorted. Maia shot him a lascivious gleam. Chantal shook her head, having seen that look from her friend before. Her brother was in serious trouble. Then again, Noah might enjoy being “eaten” by Maia. And that was somewhere she didn’t want to go, mentally.
    “So how about a double date tonight at The Joint?” Dylan asked. “Since Chantal and Maia are regulars, they’ll fit in and