"You think Irving and Tynan might have been some of Alfred's henchmen?"

"Possibly. Alfred's henchmen were secretive. We were always looking over our shoulders, wondering who might tell Alfred what we were saying about him and his thugs. Five men took off immediately after Alfred and his cohorts died, so we figured that they were part of his network and thought that was the end of it. Now I think these two men were also involved."

"What's their background?"

"Part of the pack in the beginning. They were bitten and turned in California a couple of hundred years ago. They're cousins."

Hell if Leidolf didn't already have a truckload of problems to deal with. "They know the rules. If they work for me, they have to let you know if they're going to be out of the area."

Elgin gave a stiff nod.

"When they return, have them report to me."

An eerie howl reverberated through the vicinity, originating more than five miles away.

"Satros," Leidolf said under his breath. The oldest member of the pack and the least agile, Satros should never have been wearing his wolf coat in broad daylight in the woods.

Hell, what now?

Chapter 5

Her heart racing with excitement, Cassie hid in the thick brush, watching the highly agitated, scrawny female red wolf pace back and forth in front of a tangle of blackberry brambles. What was she doing? With her back to Cassie, the wolf stopped, her ears twitching, listening to the sounds in the breeze.

The air was thick with moisture, and suddenly a mist of rain began to pitter-patter on the leaves around Cassie.

Then she heard a noise that made her heart nearly quit beating. The sound of wolf pups mewling. The wolf was a mother. And protecting her litter. No wonder she'd been on the move so much.

In wolf heaven, Cassie watched the mother sniff the air. Cassie strained to hear any sound of the pups again, but they were quiet now.

Then the awful realization hit her. The mother appeared to be alone. Cassie hadn't seen a sign of any other wolves in the area. Alone, the mother and her pups couldn't fend for themselves.

Even though it was broad daylight, and her lupus garou instincts warned her not to shift, Cassie had no other choice. Not when she had to protect the mother and her brood, and also bring them food so the mother could stay near her litter and feed them.

Cassie listened again, this time for any sounds of humans in the area. She lifted her nose and sampled the breeze. No human scent either.

Reasonably assured she could shift without anyone spying her, she pulled off her backpack and her Indiana Jones hat. Then she freed her hair bound in a ponytail and shook it out. After sitting on her butt on the cold, damp earth, she removed her boots and socks, observing the wolf the whole time.

She couldn't help wondering about Leidolf, the image of a sea god still imprinted in her thoughts, and what he would think if he spied her stripping before she shifted. If she hadn't been wearing hunter's spray, would he have tried to track her down? Most likely.

The wolf's back was still turned to Cassie, so the female didn't notice her. Cassie continued to strip, then stuffed her clothes into the backpack, at least keeping them dry from the light rain drizzling down on her, and buried the waterproof pack underneath leaves and a labyrinth of branches. Naked, Cassie shivered. Then she began the shift, stretching her muscles.

Luxuriating in the feel of the change, she trembled as the cool air swept over her nakedness until the heat of the shift warmed her thoroughly and fur covered her skin, her body transforming into the shape of a red wolf instantly. She dropped to all fours, her black claws digging into the fertile soil. And instantly felt even more at home in the woods.

The sound of a long, low howl suddenly pierced the air, maybe a half mile away in the direction directly behind her. That's when the she-wolf turned fully around and looked Cassie's way. The two locked gazes, the wolf mother standing stock still, half hidden in the undergrowth beneath the trees. Her amber eyes stared at Cassie's eyes, watching her for her reaction. Hell, if Cassie spooked the mother, she might abandon her pups. Cassie wasn't equipped to move the whole kit and caboodle to a safe place by herself at this point and then capture the mother so that she could join her brood.

Even though the howl--the call for a gathering of wolves by an older male--had disturbed Cassie, she concentrated on the she-wolf in front of her, who likewise continued to observe Cassie, the closer threat.

* * *

Another wolf howled, this one a lot closer to them than the other, and Leidolf frowned at Elgin. "It's Quincy returning Satros's call. Hopefully, Pierce--"

Pierce let out a companion call. He wasn't in close proximity to his twin, though, when the two were usually joined at the hip.

"Now where the hell is Sarge?" Leidolf asked.

"Most likely he won't howl. At least he hasn't before when he's changed into his wolf coat," Fergus said.

"All right. You search in the direction Quincy and Pierce called from. Tell them I'm out here and expect them to mind you, and they will. I'm going after Satros. He's a crafty old wolf, and if anyone can track Sarge down, it'll be him."

Elgin tried to hide a look of disbelief, but then he quickly nodded. Despite Satros's age, he still could smell and hear almost as well as anyone. Although he had discovered a coyote and a couple of red-furred dogs he mistakenly thought were red wolves off in the distance. No one would let the old fellow live the mistakes down, either. But Leidolf couldn't help respect him for all that he had contributed to the pack in the past and the stability he provided to them now. Leidolf didn't want him or anyone else running in their wolf forms during the day. Not unless they were in a secure place.

"In our human forms, right?" Elgin asked.

"Yes." Leidolf wanted to run as a wolf so he could move faster and sniff the ground for the scent left by wolf paws. And he would, as soon as his men were out of sight. He didn't want them sharing the danger, nor did he want them knowing that their pack leader was going against his own rules.

"I'll have Satros howl a message when I've reached him. When you find Quincy and Pierce, guide them to where I am. We'll gather the pack and then search as a group for Sarge, if he doesn't join us voluntarily."

"All right. Hook up with you shortly." Elgin stalked off with the other men in the direction they'd heard Quincy howl.

Leidolf headed straight for the sound of Satros's communication, concentrating on a good location to ditch his clothes, intending to shape-shift to locate Satros but to return with the old wolf and change before letting the others know to join them. Before he could find a good location to hide his clothes, he smelled a woman's aroused scent. Cassie. But something was wrong with the scenario. She wasn't anywhere nearby.

Unsure why he could smell her, he paced around the area. The closer he grew to a pile of branches and leaves, the stronger her beckoning fragrance. He poked around at debris and discovered a backpack. For a second, he just stared at it. He didn't doubt for an instant that it was Cassie's olive-green backpack. But why would she leave it behind?

He jerked it free from the branches and unzipped the bag. Inside, he found the clothes she'd been wearing, so she must have changed into something else. But why leave her backpack behind? A couple of water bottles jostled around in the bottom along with several energy bars, but underneath everything, he discovered hunter's concealing spray.

He glanced around the area. Her boot treads had stopped right here where she'd changed clothes. And then? Wolf tracks led away from the site. Wolf prints smaller than his own would make. And...

He leaned over to touch a few strands of fur snagged on a branch... a red wolf's fur. If Cassie was one of them, why couldn't he smell...

He yanked the can of hunter's spray out of the bag. She had to be one of them. No other tracks were located anywhere near the site. Only her boot prints walking to this point and wolf prints leading away. No wonder she'd fascinated him so. And why she had been so concerned he might learn the truth about her. Yet her natural inclination to be with one of her kind must have led her to dance with him anyway all night long.

With his wolf's nose to the ground, he could detect the scent her paws had left on the ground and follow her trail much more easily. Even hunter's spray wouldn't stop the natural secretion of a wolf's scent while walking. And Leidolf could move a hell of a lot faster. But the instinct for self-preservation ran high also, and he knew the danger he could be in if he shifted and a hunter caught him in his sights. Which made him wonder why she was running in her wolf coat during daylight. Unless she had no other choice.

That's when he heard another wolf's howl in the distance. Maybe five miles away. The wolf sounded as though she was pleading for help. Wolves called to others to gather them together when they were separated. So were other wolves in the area? Lupus only? Was she searching for a mate? The other wolf he'd smelled? His woodland nymph?

He tore off his clothes, decided Cassie's backpack was as good a place as any to hide his things, and shoved them inside. Then he hid the backpack again, all of his senses on higher alert as he surveyed the area, making sure no one was about. Once assured he was alone, he stretched his arms heavenward, welcoming the warmth in his muscles as if he had just immersed himself in a steamy bath designed to loosen up the tension in every cell. Then with super lupus garou speed, he shifted, his muscles and bones reshaping wondrously, effortlessly, so fast he was human, then wolf the next instant. Adrenaline coursed through his bloodstream as the exhilaration of hunting down the red wolf filled him with urgency.

He dashed off with a twist, heading straight for the wolf in need, hoping he'd find Cassie.

* * *

In the instances where Cassie had observed litters as a wolf biologist, the wolf packs had allowed her to watch the pups, even play with them as they grew older and began to leave the den, usually in her human form.

In the case of the wolf pack she'd lived with after her family died, she'd stayed with the pack in mostly her wolf form because of her youth and having no one else's protection.