the front doors, knocking her out of the way.
She cursed and hit the ground, covering her head.
âWhat the hell is that?â one of the team members yelled.
âDamned if I know.â
Their M-16s sprayed bullets at the lycanthrope. It sounded like the practice range at the academy, the reports deafening her.
Fala lifted her head enough to peer over her arm.Tumseneha staggered from the overwhelming rounds of lead hitting him, but Fala knew this was only a temporary obstacle.
His scarlet, burning eyes found her; a final farewell that made her skin crawl, then he turned and bolted for the fire escape. âGet it!â
The SWAT team sped past her.
âDonât get too close,â she yelled after them, and hoped they listened.
She leaped to her feet and glanced at the stairwell door, then at Joe. Help Joe? Or go after Tumseneha? The SWAT team at least had him on the run. She felt certain they had enough firepower between them to stay safe, so she ran to Joeâs side.
Blood covered him. Heâd been bitten in the shoulder, neck, side and thigh. She could hear his heart, weak, thready, barely discernible to her hypersensitive ears. Any moment sheâd lose him.
âNo, Joe. Stay with me.â She grabbed his arms, glanced up the hall and made sure no one saw her, then she pulled him into the fire escape.
He couldnât die. He was family. The closest thing sheâd ever have to a brother. Tumseneha couldnât steal Joeâs life. She wouldnât let it happen. She knew there were consequences for interfering with fate, but she wasnât going to let Joe die at the hands of her enemy.
She rolled Joe on his side, then laid down next to him, spooning her body tight to his. His small-boned physique was a head shorter than hers, and she easily covered the length of him. His wifeâs perfume still clung to his shirt from where Camilla had kissed him goodbye; it mingledwith the scent of the new baby and the sweet metallic odor of his own blood.
âYouâre gonna raise Josephine. Hear me? Youâre gonna be okay,â she spoke in Patomani.
She chanted softly in his ear, invoking the power of the bear. She felt it rising from within her, building inside her. A spiritual current coursed through her veins, and it took all of her self-control to harness it. Her whole body burned as energy flowed into her arms and legs, into her center. She rolled Joe on his back and kissed him, opening her mouth and exhaling a ball of writhing power into his lungs.
His spine buckled as if heâd just been electrocuted. Their bodies melded into one and she went inside him, her spirit pushing at the male boundaries of his body, searing its way through him. She could feel the healing energy fusing together the torn, bitten flesh, regenerating new skin and muscle, starting his heart again.
Her power reached its zenith and she inhaled the healing energy back into her own body.
For a moment she couldnât move. Once the life force left her body, she was vulnerable until it fully returned. After a moment, she looked down at Joe. Blood had burned away from the healed wounds. His color brightened and he breathed normally again.
âYouâre fine now.â She chanted an ancient spell in his ear that would take away his memory of what had happened, but parts of his subconscious would still leak it into his dreams. Some things her magic couldnât totally cleanse; the human mind was one of them.
She held him until his body relaxed, then she rolled him on his side.
He lay there, calm, still, looking as if he were napping. The torn places in his shirt couldnât be helped. She could repair living flesh, but forget synthetic material.
Fala felt her body still humming from the healing exchange. Energy sizzled along her skin, raised the hairs at the back of her neck. Current crackled in her hair, and her braid clung to her sweater. The transfer had popped off the buttons on her leather