death by silver.
Duncan exhaled slowly and glanced down at his hands. The claws were gone, for the moment. He hated that they seemed to spring out on their own. As soon as he got angry—bam, there they were.
Pate said, “Our intel indicates that he moved into town about eight months ago.”
“Then the murders kicked up,” Duncan muttered. The wolves had begun to kill, not caring if they drew attention from the humans.
“We know the guy is in his mid-thirties. He blew into town, seemingly with no past, and the guy likes to stay hidden.”
When you had a pack eager to obey you, it was easy enough to hide behind them.
Pate’s eyes narrowed. “I think it’s past time we find the bastard’s hiding place. We’ve got the perfect bait back in that containment area. Bait that can lead you right to the alpha. We can take him out, and, without him to follow, the wolves in this city will splinter.”
Duncan rocked forward onto the balls of his feet. “Bait?”
“Saul.” Pate shook his head. “I don’t want to let him go—”
“You
said
you wouldn’t—”
“But if we track the guy, keep him monitored twenty-four, seven, we can follow him back to the alpha
.
”
Duncan’s heart started to pound faster. “And what will you do if he gets away from your monitoring, huh? He’s a werewolf, it’s not exactly easy to track his kind.”
“It is if another werewolf is doing the hunting.”
They stared at each other.
“You want
me
to follow Saul.”
Pate nodded. “Not only that, I want you to be the one to get him out of his cage.”
What the hell? “Did you hit your head in the attack? Take a shot? Something?” Because this plan was shit.
Pate’s smile was cold. “In that containment room, I made myself his enemy.”
“I was the one choking the bastard.” Because of the way Saul had looked at Holly. As if the werewolf could already taste her.
No one else gets near her.
The wolf inside was still pissed. Or maybe the man was. Right then, it was hard to tell the difference between them.
“I told Saul that I wouldn’t make a deal with him.” Pate walked around behind his desk and sat in the leather chair. He flattened his hands on the desk’s scarred surface. “And I won’t make a deal, but you will. One wolf to another.”
He didn’t like where this was going. “You’re just gonna let me open his cage?”
“Um…” A small nod. “And you need to do it now, while the other agents are all distracted by the recent attack. It will look more real that way. It has to look real to Saul. The guy needs to believe that you’re working with him. If he believes you, if he trusts you…then the guy might even wind up siding with you and
helping
you to take out the alpha.”
There seemed to be a whole lot of
ifs
involved in the equation, but they didn’t exactly seem to have a whole lot of options. Either they could wait for the alpha to attack again or Duncan could launch his own attack first.
“Get his trust,” Pate said. “Use him. Take out the alpha.”
Easier said than done.
“Don’t worry about human casualties. The collar that Saul wears will transmit his location to us every minute. He won’t get free.”
Pate was way too confident. “It’s not the getting free part that worries me. It’s the whole slicing the throats of humans part.” Like Saul had already done, six times before. He’d gone after the homeless deliberately because the guy had a taste for the helpless and weak.
“Your job is to make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone,
Agent
McGuire. Consider yourself the guy’s federal guard, if that makes you feel better.”
Was the guy crazy? “I’m the one we need to watch! I need a guard!” He lifted his hands. With his increased heart beat and the tension that was eating away at him, sure enough, the claws were pushing out again. “Screw Saul. He’s got years of control—”
“No, he obviously doesn’t, or he wouldn’t be killing.”
“I could be the one to go
Duncan exhaled slowly and glanced down at his hands. The claws were gone, for the moment. He hated that they seemed to spring out on their own. As soon as he got angry—bam, there they were.
Pate said, “Our intel indicates that he moved into town about eight months ago.”
“Then the murders kicked up,” Duncan muttered. The wolves had begun to kill, not caring if they drew attention from the humans.
“We know the guy is in his mid-thirties. He blew into town, seemingly with no past, and the guy likes to stay hidden.”
When you had a pack eager to obey you, it was easy enough to hide behind them.
Pate’s eyes narrowed. “I think it’s past time we find the bastard’s hiding place. We’ve got the perfect bait back in that containment area. Bait that can lead you right to the alpha. We can take him out, and, without him to follow, the wolves in this city will splinter.”
Duncan rocked forward onto the balls of his feet. “Bait?”
“Saul.” Pate shook his head. “I don’t want to let him go—”
“You
said
you wouldn’t—”
“But if we track the guy, keep him monitored twenty-four, seven, we can follow him back to the alpha
.
”
Duncan’s heart started to pound faster. “And what will you do if he gets away from your monitoring, huh? He’s a werewolf, it’s not exactly easy to track his kind.”
“It is if another werewolf is doing the hunting.”
They stared at each other.
“You want
me
to follow Saul.”
Pate nodded. “Not only that, I want you to be the one to get him out of his cage.”
What the hell? “Did you hit your head in the attack? Take a shot? Something?” Because this plan was shit.
Pate’s smile was cold. “In that containment room, I made myself his enemy.”
“I was the one choking the bastard.” Because of the way Saul had looked at Holly. As if the werewolf could already taste her.
No one else gets near her.
The wolf inside was still pissed. Or maybe the man was. Right then, it was hard to tell the difference between them.
“I told Saul that I wouldn’t make a deal with him.” Pate walked around behind his desk and sat in the leather chair. He flattened his hands on the desk’s scarred surface. “And I won’t make a deal, but you will. One wolf to another.”
He didn’t like where this was going. “You’re just gonna let me open his cage?”
“Um…” A small nod. “And you need to do it now, while the other agents are all distracted by the recent attack. It will look more real that way. It has to look real to Saul. The guy needs to believe that you’re working with him. If he believes you, if he trusts you…then the guy might even wind up siding with you and
helping
you to take out the alpha.”
There seemed to be a whole lot of
ifs
involved in the equation, but they didn’t exactly seem to have a whole lot of options. Either they could wait for the alpha to attack again or Duncan could launch his own attack first.
“Get his trust,” Pate said. “Use him. Take out the alpha.”
Easier said than done.
“Don’t worry about human casualties. The collar that Saul wears will transmit his location to us every minute. He won’t get free.”
Pate was way too confident. “It’s not the getting free part that worries me. It’s the whole slicing the throats of humans part.” Like Saul had already done, six times before. He’d gone after the homeless deliberately because the guy had a taste for the helpless and weak.
“Your job is to make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone,
Agent
McGuire. Consider yourself the guy’s federal guard, if that makes you feel better.”
Was the guy crazy? “I’m the one we need to watch! I need a guard!” He lifted his hands. With his increased heart beat and the tension that was eating away at him, sure enough, the claws were pushing out again. “Screw Saul. He’s got years of control—”
“No, he obviously doesn’t, or he wouldn’t be killing.”
“I could be the one to go
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