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  And you’d have your automatic kill switch?

  “But you aren’t a prisoner here. You’re a federal agent. A man who has always done his job and protected the innocent. You can walk out of this building anytime you want.” A pause. “Though I’d prefer for you to leave in the next five minutes…with Saul.”

  Taking that guy anywhere was going to be a risk. “I want a master remote.”

  Pate immediately tossed it to him. “Done. Saul’s code is 7943.”

  “And my code?”

  Pate smiled.

  Right.

  “I know it. Holly knows it. So I’d say we’re covered on that end,” Pate told him.

  No, Pate was covered.

  “Are you going to tell the others what I’m doing?” Duncan asked. He’d rather prefer not to get shot down by his own team members.

  Pate nodded. “After you’re gone, they’ll all know.”

  “Not before?”

  “We need to make it look real,” a soft murmur.

  So it looked like he was going to do this. All right. Fine. He motioned toward himself. “I think I’ll need more clothes.”

  “Back up gear and clothing are waiting outside. Go in the hall, then take the fourth door on your right.”

  Duncan turned away.

  “Ah…just one more thing, McGuire.”

  Wasn’t there always one more thing with that guy?

  “I’ve noticed that you seem to be reacting a bit…intently to Holly.”

  Understatement of the century.

  “You’re too dangerous to be around a woman right now in any sort of sexual capacity.” Pate’s voice had hardened. “So I’m giving you an order. Stay away from her.”

  The wolf growled. The sound hung in the air.

  “I’m still your director here.” Pate’s chair squeaked and Duncan knew the guy had shot to his feet. “You will listen to what I say and—”

  Duncan glanced back over his shoulder. Pate’s eyes widened as he gazed at Duncan’s face. What does he see there? “Staying away from her may not be an option.” Not when the moon rose. He was very much afraid that when the moon rose, the wolf would go straight to her. “You work on keeping her away from me. Send her away from this place. Get her out of the town. Do whatever you need to do.”

  “Why? Why her?”

  “Because the beast knows I want her.” I can still taste her. “And he wants her too.”

  Then Duncan yanked open the door and hurried down the hallway. He had a serial killing werewolf waiting for him. One that needed to get broken out of his cell.

  ***

  The guards outside were dead. So much blood. Everywhere. The attack from the werewolves had been brutal.

  The scent of that blood…it was so strong.

  Feeling light-headed, Holly stumbled back inside. Her shaking body told her that she’d gone too long without her dose. She knew how dangerous her condition was, and she should have been paying more attention to the passage of time.

  But the little matter of the attacking werewolves had distracted her.

  She hurried into the med unit, then made her way into the section she’d designated for her lab. She just needed one dose to get her through the next twelve hours, and—

  “She smells so sweet.”

  The rasping voice froze Holly in her tracks. It was a familiar voice. Saul’s voice.

  “Why does she smell that way?” Saul asked.

  Then a hand was curving over her shoulder. A hand with long, thick claws. Saul’s hand. Holly opened her mouth to scream.

  But the cry never left her lips. Because suddenly Duncan was there, and he put his hand over her mouth, choking back the cry.

  Duncan? No, no, he wouldn’t hurt her. He’d helped her before.

  “You shouldn’t be in here now,” Duncan whispered. His lips brushed over her cheek and a shiver shuddered through her body. “You were supposed to be outside. Helping the guards.”

  There were no guards to help. But she would have still been out there, securing the bodies, if she hadn’t gone too long without her dose. She’d been afraid to go any longer without it.

  Her hand slid into the pocket of her lab coat.

  “She’s going for the remote!” Saul’s fierce warning as his hand jerked from her shoulder and grabbed hold of her wrist. His grip was brutal as he twisted her hand, and the bones snapped.

  She was staring straight into Duncan’s eyes when her wrist broke. His stare was blue, with streaks of gold, but as she cried out in pain, the gold seemed to explode in his gaze. He released her instantly, and he grabbed Saul—then threw the man across the room. Saul crashed onto the operating table. “You don’t hurt her!”

  Holly stumbled back. Her wrist throbbed and…the bones were facing the wrong way. She grabbed her wrist with her left hand, and yanked the bones back into place. A tight, high moan escaped her as the pain shot through her again.

  “Holly…” Duncan growled her name.

  Fumbling, her left hand managed to grab the remote.

  “Stop her!” Saul yelled as he leapt back to his feet. “Stop her or every agent left in this building will come after us!”

  Duncan caught her left wrist in his hand. His grip was gentle but strong. “I can’t let you stop us.”

  “Us?” Holly whispered and shook her head. “There is no ‘us’, Duncan. There’s you. And then there’s a killer.” Nausea rolled in her stomach. The dose. She needed it so badly. The pain she felt just made her all the more desperate to have it.

  Saul ran toward them.

  Before he could reach for Holly, Duncan swung out at him. This time, Saul slammed back and crashed into a cabinet. Bottles fell. Shattered. Bags of blood hit the floor, and Saul’s claws cut right through them as he scrambled back to his feet.

  Holly tried to lurch forward.

  Duncan snatched the remote from her. He shattered it in his hands. Then he pulled her against him. “I’m sorry.” He barely breathed the words into her ear.

  “Let me go!” He didn’t understand what was happening. His wolf must be trying to take over, just as he’d feared and—

  “You can’t stop us.” He lifted her up. Carried her to the table on the right.

  She struggled against him, fighting with all of her strength, but she was no match for him. Not then. Not with the sun up and her body desperate for a dosage. And certainly not with his new enhanced strength pulsing through his body.

  He strapped her down. Her legs first. Then her stomach. Her chest. Her left arm. Her right-her right hand he lifted to his mouth, and he pressed a kiss to her wrist. “I’m sorry,” he said again.

  Then he…left her there. Strapped to the table.

  Just. Left. Her.

  She opened her mouth to scream. What the hell had she been thinking? She should have been screaming the whole time! She’d just been stunned. Shocked.

  Betrayed.

  Now her scream ripped from her, only to be quieted into a muffled groan when Duncan tied a twisted cloth around her head—and put part of that cloth in her mouth.

  “Oh, damn, but she looks good that way.” Saul was coming back toward her.

  Holly tensed. She could see his claws.

  “Let’s just slice her, a little bit…”

  Duncan grabbed Saul’s hand, keeping those claws away from Holly. “We’re getting out of here.” His shoulders lifted. Fell. “I want to run.”

  Saul smiled. “The beast. It wants out.” He nodded quickly. “You were right to get me. I can help you. We can stick together. Fuckin’ destroy anyone who comes after us.” His gaze lingered on Holly. “Anyone.”

  Duncan wasn’t looking at her.

  He was just whirling away and running toward the room on the right. Toward the secret entrance and exit to the facility that only she and the other agents knew about. The guards on staff didn’t even know about that room—agents only.

  So much for security. That exit would take Duncan and Saul past all of the security. Past
the guards who were now being extra vigilant. It would take them to freedom.

  She shook her head.

  But Duncan didn’t see the move.

  He didn’t see anything she did. Because he left her there. Tied. Gagged. With her wrist broken and her whole body aching.

  She hadn’t gotten her dose. She’d needed it but…

  But it was gone. Destroyed by Saul. Smeared on the floor.

  A tear leaked down her cheek. Duncan was gone.

  And there was no way to stop him. His beast was coming out.

  She pitied anyone who was in his path when Duncan’s shift was complete.

  Chapter Four

  The sonofabitch had broken Holly’s wrist. Just snapped her delicate bones. Her face had bleached of color. Her pupils had dilated as her eyes showed the flash of agony she felt.

  And Duncan had almost taken Saul’s head.

  “You did it!” Saul slapped Duncan on the shoulder. “Man, I thought it was a trick, but you got us the fuck out of there.”

  They were away from the facility. In the middle of nowhere. Pate had set up the containment compound far away from the busy city streets. Here, the wilderness stretched, and wild animals waited.

  He should fit in perfectly with this animal.

  I still want to take his head.

  “I did my part,” Duncan said, fighting to keep his words steady. “I got us out of there. Now you—you take me to the alpha.”

  “So you can die?” Saul rocked back on his heels. “I’ve never seen anyone with a death wish like yours.”

  “So I can kill him.” Duncan lifted his claws. “I’m alpha, and I’m staying alpha.” Was that the right thing to say? He hoped it was. He needed Saul to get his ass in gear and lead him to the alpha.

  But Saul was laughing. “You just changed! There’s no way that you’re a match for him yet. You try to fight him, the guy will rip you in two.” Saul shoved away from him. “Thanks for the free pass out, but this is where we part ways.”

  “The hell it is!” He heaved out a hard breath and grabbed Saul’s arm. “Do you want to be the wolf that the Seattle pack goes after?”

  “I will be if I take you to—”

  “‘Cause when I kick the alpha’s ass and take over, I’ll have every single one of those dogs looking for you. You’ll be at the top of my list.”

  Saul’s gaze slid away from his. “You won’t take him out. No one has ever been able to defeat him.”

  “He hasn’t faced me before.”

  Saul hesitated. “You…you think you can—”

  Duncan’s nostrils flared. A new scent had just come into the area. Sex and honey. No.

  Saul’s eyes widened, and Duncan knew he’d caught the scent, too. Then a twig snapped behind them.

  Saul’s lips peeled away from his teeth, and he started to launch toward Holly.

  Duncan jerked the guy back even as he whirled to face Holly. “Get back!” He didn’t know how she’d gotten out of those straps so quickly, but she’d just walked into hell.

  Instead of running away, Holly lifted her left hand. In that hand she had—sonofabitch—another remote. Staring into his eyes, she aimed the remote at him. Duncan went down to his knees as pain shot from his neck all the way through his body.

  Footsteps thundered as Saul raced away.

  Holly lunged forward, obviously planning to stop Saul, too.

  Duncan leapt for her. His body hit hers—I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Holly—and she cried out at the impact. They slammed into the earth, and the remote fell from her fingers.

  He caught her hands, pinned them above her head, but tried to be as gentle as he could with her broken wrist. She was going to scream. He could see the intention right there on her face.

  He kissed her, muffling the sound.

  She bit him and drew blood from his bottom lip. He pressed his mouth harder against hers, growling, and she suddenly stiffened.

  Had he hurt her? He wanted to lift his head, but was afraid she’d scream if he did.

  Then he didn’t have to worry about lifting his head because he was flying through the air. She’d just tossed him against a tree.

  Sent him flying a good five freaking feet. How in the hell had the little doc done that?

  Instantly, he leapt to his feet. Holly was also on her feet, and she stared at him with wide, horrified eyes.

  Saul’s footsteps were a quiet thud in the distance. The werewolf could sure move fast when he wanted to haul ass. He was running now, heading for safety.

  A safety that Duncan suspected would take him to Seattle’s ruling alpha.

  Holly had her hand over her mouth. “Your blood…”

  He stiffened. “Don’t worry, you won’t change. I’d have to be the one to bite you for that to happen.”

  She shook her head. Her eyes were so dark right then. Deep and dark, and he could stare into them forever.

  Saul’s footsteps were even softer now.

  Duncan shook his head. “Don’t follow me again.” He had Saul’s scent. Time to track the bastard back to the alpha’s hiding spot.

  “No, Duncan! Stop!”

  He shook his head. “Get away from me.” You’re safe when you’re away from me.

  “I can help you!” Holly’s lips were red. Her teeth…sharp? “Let me help you.”

  “Help yourself. Go back to Pate. Don’t come near me again.” He inhaled a deep breath. Caught more of her scent. His whole body tightened. “Because if I see you again, you won’t walk away from me.”

  He didn’t know how to make that any plainer.

  This was her last chance to be free.

  ***

  “Holly!”

  She flinched when Pate grabbed her hand. She’d heard him coming. No missing the frantic pounding of his footsteps, but she hadn’t moved at his approach.

  She could taste Duncan. “Stay away from me.” Her voice came out far too flat. Funny, she was giving Pate pretty much the same warning that Duncan had given to her.

  No, it wasn’t funny. More like tragic. Her hands clenched into fists.

  He instantly dropped his hold. “Look, it’s not what you think, okay?” His voice was a whisper. “I can explain, but not out here. Come back inside with me.”

  She couldn’t look away from the trees. Duncan had run through those trees just a few moments before. “I missed my dose.”

  Pate swore. “I saw the mess in your lab. There’s a backup dose, don’t worry. You’ll be—”

  “Duncan kissed me. I-I bit his lip.” And she’d tasted his blood. Just one drop.

  One drop shouldn’t matter.

  It did.

  Pate began to back away from her. “How much time do I have?”

  She was barely holding onto her control. “Not long enough.” Her voice was soft now.

  He started to run then. Not after Duncan or Saul. But he was running away…from her.

  Because her own monster was about to come out.

  She could feel her teeth burning and stretching in her mouth. If she’d just gotten the dose, everything would have been fine. But she’d had that one drop of blood.

  Fresh blood.

  From a live source.

  One. Single. Drop.

  It was the first taste that was supposed to be the most tempting. She’d been warned of this. At the first taste of blood from a live source, the bloodlust would overwhelm her. She’d attack anyone near.

  At the first taste…

  She’d tried to be so careful. Getting her doses. Only taking blood from bags. Not directly from a person, never that…because you could taste the emotions when you drank the blood from a live source.

  That taste was addictive.

  “I’m sorry,” Holly whispered to Pate. He’d tried to help her. He’d been the one to give her access to the bags, but she’d slipped up.

  One drop.

  Her control splintered.

  She spun around and sprang at Pate. He hadn’t been able to make it to safety
. He was too far from the facility. And he couldn’t run nearly fast enough to get away from her.

  She bared her fangs at him. The frantic pounding of his heartbeat filled her ears. The drumming sound pulled her closer. Closer.

  She leapt for him. In the next second, she had her arms wrapped around him. She pushed up onto her toes and put her mouth on his throat.

  “I’m sorry, Holly,” he told her quietly. “I should have taken better care of you.”

  There was a gun right at her heart. She could feel the press of the cold metal through her shirt.

  She should have known that Pate would be armed. He always was.

  He pulled the trigger.

  ***

  “Holly.”

  She shook her head, content to stay in the darkness that surrounded her.

  “Holly, I know it hurts, but just hold on. The dose is almost finished.”

  Pate. He sounded worried.

  He should be worried. He’d shot her.

  After she’d tried to kill him.

  “That’s it. You should have everything that you need.” She felt a light tug on her arm, near her elbow. Then his fingers brushed back her hair. “I’m gonna dig the bullet out, and when I do, you’ll be able to move again.”

  The bullet. Ah, yes, that would be why her chest hurt like a bitch.

  And why she couldn’t move so much as a single part of her body.

  There was a surge of pressure on her chest and then…

  The darkness vanished as her eyes opened. She sucked in a deep, shuddering breath.

  Pate’s arms tightened around her. “You just scared the shit out of me.”

  My lab. He’d carried her back inside. She was on the floor. Half-cradled in his arms.

  The shame of what she’d done burned through her. “I went…for your throat.”

  He held her tighter. “You weren’t yourself. You’d just gotten werewolf blood. You know the effect that it has on your kind.”

  She did. Werewolf blood was reportedly like a drug to her kind—giving them a burst of pleasure, of euphoria, that was rumored to be better than sex.

  “The first time you get blood from a live source, and that source had to be a werewolf.” He sounded disgusted now. “Hell, there was no way at all you were maintaining control after that.”

  She had control now, though. Her gaze dropped to the floor beside her. Pate had given her a transfusion—a whole lot of blood. Well, that would explain the whole having-control bit.