you judge and jury?â
âMe.â
Huh. He sounded just like Edward.
âYou felt the madness as soon as you awoke, didnât you?â he pressed.
Alex glanced at him and told the truth. âYes.â
He continued to stare straight ahead as they ran much faster than she ever had with much less huffing and puffing.
Certainly Alex had kept up with her training. If she wanted to best supernatural beings daily she didnât have much choice. She could run ten miles without collapsing, sprint one hundred meters in thirteen seconds; sheâd had instruction in Judo, and she could fight with every kind of weapon. Her father had been very thorough.
However, she hadnât kept up this well. No human being could. The virus in her blood was obviously good for more than a full moon fur coat.
âWould you execute an insane person for listening to the voices in his head?â Barlow continued.
Alex didnât answer, because her answer would give her away. Despite her new abilities, her conflicting feelings, she still didnât consider a werewolf a person.
They came around the corner of yet another empty building and stopped. Five guys stood between them and Alexâs cargo van.
Yesterday Alex would have run the other way. She was interested only in killing werewolves, not stupid kids trying to be tough. Today she wanted to fight, even before she sawthat theyâd managed to get inside and were using their switchblades on what few clothes she owned.
A growl rumbled from Alexâs throat. Barlow cast her a quick glance. âNo,â he said.
âThatâs all Iâve got in the world.â
âYou donât need it anymore.â
âThat isnât the point,â she snapped.
â Donât shift.â
Alex had been inching forward, longing to plant her fist in the face of a guy who was shredding her underwear. She paused though she wasnât sure why. Something in Barlowâs voice, in the tone of his command, made it difficult for her to disobey.
âYouâre too new,â Barlow explained. âI can hold them off while you change, but once theyâve seen us do that, weâll have no choice but to kill them all.â
Alex frowned. Since when did a werewolf care if he had to kill people?
âWhat do you suggest?â she asked.
Barlow cracked his knuckles, and his smile gave Alex a shiver. He might wear a veneer of humanity. He might play at being calm, reasonable, in control. But that smile and the flash in his eyes revealed the truth.
He liked violence as much as the next werewolf.
âLetâs kick their ass,â he said.
Chapter 4
Alex moved into position with Barlow as if theyâd been fighting together for years.
The five young men dropped everything but their knives and approached holding the weapons as if they knew exactly what to do with them. Alex wasnât worried. Knives were made of steel, not silver; any wound they might have the good fortune to land would heal.
The boys rushed forward, and Alex decked the guy whoâd dared to finger her pan ties. He flew off his feet and smacked into another one. They hit the pavement; their knives clattered every which way, and they lay still.
Alex glanced at her fist. She could get used to this.
Hyped, she bounced on the balls of her feet, spinning toward a third guy. She caught the scent of steel and jerked away an instant before the knife slashed her cheek. Barlow tackled him, and the two went down in a tangle of arms and legs.
A wild punch caught Alex on the chin. Her head snapped back, but she didnât go down.
âWhat the hell?â the guy muttered; then his eyes widened as Alex started to laugh. The blow hadnât even hurt.
He turned to run, and Barlow kicked the kid in the chest. Alex sidestepped as the boy sailed five feet and landed in a heap. He didnât move, either.
The one Barlow had tackled lay immobile, the fifthâ
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