LOGINDax'Now.'No.'He put himself under it. He hasn't moved. He isn't going to move.'I know what he's doing.'Then do it.'My thumb is on two inches of Noah Hunter that I've spent months building an entire personality around avoiding, and his pulse is pushing against it like something trying to get out, and he's looking up at me with his jaw set, waiting to find out which way this goes.I take my hand off his throat.The wolf makes a sound I feel in my ribs and goes somewhere at the back to sulk about it.Noah doesn't say anything. His face does the thing it does when he's decided not to have a feeling, which is the same thing it does when he's having one.It’s impossible to tell with him most of the time."Tell me to move my hand," I tell him."No.""You want it there?"He grabs a fistful of my shirt."Come here and stop asking me questions."I get a hand under his knee and shove it up toward his chest, and whatever else he was going to call me turns into a noise, since I've got two fi
Noah"Give it back.""No.""I'm not finished with it.""You've had that in your hands for an hour."Dax holds the bow up out of reach, which is cheating and he knows it."You haven't looked at it once. You've been staring at the floor.""I'm fixing the string.""That's wire you’re holding. I’m no expert but I’m going to venture a guess that it doesn’t offer great flexibility when used to string a crossbow."I look down.It's wire.Dammit. Now he’ll think he’s won the argument."Sit," he says."I’m getting water.""I'll get the water. Which is the entire point of what I'm about to explain, so you need to put your listening ears on."If I wasn’t so happy he’s alive I’d hit him.He puts the bow on top of the fridge, which is such a shithead move, then comes back with a glass of water I didn't ask for and folds my fingers around it like I might drop it."Here's how tonight’s going to go. You relax, you don't lift anything, you don't reach for anything, and you do exactly nothing for me. I
Noah"Up. Get up, right now."Dax has a fist in the back of my jacket and I'm off my heels before I've finished the thought I was having about the print."Where is it?""Off the water. That's all I've got. Everything before the wind turned was us."I read the ground in one pass and there isn't one thing on it I like.Water behind us.A hundred yards of dragged shore with not a thing standing on it anywhere.The chute building off to the left with its roof stripped and three ways into it.The road out is past the bend and uphill.The truck's parked a quarter mile up it, which seemed clever in the dark and is aging very badly.Finn comes out of the brick doorway at a run and pulls up short when he sees the two of us standing still and not talking."What is it? What's wrong?""Something's here," Dax says.My hands go to work without waiting for the rest of me.Crossbow up, bolt on the rail, ready for action.One shot. That's all I’ll get before the wolf that leaves a print that size is o
Dax"Can you tell us which creature’s it was?""No.""You've been studying it for ten minutes.""And it hasn't started talking to me."Lillianna's got the split hide laid out on a dish towel like she's about to serve it to us. The nail next to it. The hair scraped into a little grey heap with the back of a spoon, which is an image I'll be enjoying at three in the morning for the rest of my life.The tooth's still in its bag. She hasn't taken it out.I've decided that's because even she doesn't want to touch it, and I'm keeping that theory, since it's the only comforting thing in this kitchen.'Make her say a name,' the wolf says.She doesn't have one.'Then she should get one.'It’s a pity you can’t talk, or I’d let you out and have you tell her that.He’s got no smart comeback for that."What can you tell us?" Noah asks."That your witch is cheap and she's in a hurry."She turns the hide over with one finger."This went in the ground a long time before the thing it was holding ever g
Cody"Start with the water.""I already told him about the water.""You told him." Noah doesn't look up. "Tell me."Everybody in this house asks me things the way you'd hold food out to a dog that might bite. Slow. From a distance, hand ready to come back if I look spooked.This one just asks.It's the only thing about him I like.He hasn’t done anything to specifically make me distrust him, but he smells like cold metal and something bitter.Every time he moves I get another mouthful of it, and in all this time not one person has told me what he actually is.Human but more. I can smell that much.I’m not a very good werewolf, so that’s as much as my nose tells me.I'm not asking, either."They line us up at the water," I say. "When it gets light. Every morning.""At the edge, or in it?""In it. Ankle deep.""Why in the water?""So nobody runs. It’s harder to push off the soft bottom. At first we just gathered on the shore, but some tried to take advantage of the open space. It didn’t
Noah“Motherfucker!”The tape lets go at the seam for the fourth time and I have to suppress the urge to hurl the useless roll through a window.I went out and had the nine pictures Tori sent me printed on A4 paper at two this morning.Tried to have the single picture blown up first, but things got blurry, so this was the best option.Now I have them laid out on the barn floor in the order she shot them.The roll of tape I found on the workbench is older than Tori and clearly retired years ago.It’s doing none of the work tape’s supposed to.On the floor then, overlapping and held in place with bits of concrete that are scattered around the doorway.It’s still pretty dark out, so I set the lantern down where it won't cast my shadow across the map and stare at the whole county on the floor of the Pattersons' barn.I've stood on most of those numbered positions. Could walk to them blindfolded.The three inside the line, though. I can’t make any sense of them.There's nothing there.No g
DaxThe wolf wants to turn around.He's wanted to turn around since I cleared the fence, and he isn't being quiet about it, because quiet isn't a thing he owns.He just keeps shoving the same word into the back of my skull like a toddler with a doorbell.Ours.Ours, ours, ours."He's a hunter," I t
NoahThree weeks I've been hunting this wolf, and tonight, finally, he does me the courtesy of holding still long enough to kill.Big of him.He's at the tree line where Northgate's fence gives up and the real woods start, and he's shirtless.Obviously. He almost always is.Cold's got nothing to sa
DaxFor the last hour I've been telling myself I'm only out here to keep the idiot from getting himself killed.It's a good lie.Responsible.Very Alpha.The kind of thing my father would've said with a straight face right before going off and doing exactly what he wanted.Truth is, I caught his tr
NoahThree miles from where you should be standing.The asshole could have at least given me a direction.Fortunately, I’ve learned to trust my instincts.Hunters don’t have any inherent magic, but our senses are more developed than those of ordinary humans.So here I am.Three miles out from the N







