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Chapter 13

I was supposed to go into the bar and talk to the locals I couldn't do it

I couldn't sit on a stool and pretend I didn't want to take Damien up to my room and finish e'd only just started

What rong with ht I'd been cured of my need to fuck the forbidden

"Guess not," I muttered

Of course, how could I be better when the very delusion that had sent e wasn't a delusion at all but the truth?

The only thing that s that had ruined my life And Edward had shown me that, not a head doctor

Maybe doing what I did best would help now Maybe killing a few evil souls housed in wolf bodies could et the taste of Daainst mine Maybe - but I doubted it

I'd been around enough oddities to know that there was soht about Da was before I let hiotten

I glanced at the tavern, then headed for his cabin The place was shrouded by trees, shaded fro around back here, unless they knehere to look

I tried the door Locked Well, that had never stopped me before

I picked it in record tiht me how, and I'd excelled at the lesson

Once inside, I made sure the drapes were drawn before I turned on a laer, with one roo but the bath

The place was pin neat - the bed made, the kitchen pristine Damien's clothes were still in his suitcase

Because he planned to leave in a hurry? Or because he was Felix Unger in a hot, studly body?

I opened his suitcase I'd been right He owned nothing but black I guess that cut down on any clothing confusion

There were no papers, no books, no notes - in the room or in the suitcase

"Stranger and stranger," I muttered

Only people ere trying to hide so

Too bad I didn't think to lift his wallet

Another trick I was very, very good at If I ever lostas a thief

I slid my hand under the chairs, the couch, the bed All the usual places to hide interesting, incri I found was a 45 taped behind the toilet tank

Odd, but not too odd People who lived out of their suitcases, their cars, often carried guns Who knohat youin taverns or worse, having a gun wasn't an issue Not having one would be

I left the revolver right where it was, shut off the light, put the curtains back where I'd found thelanced out theand my heart slammed into my throat

A white wolf stood between the cabin and the tavern

I was running for the bathroom before I knew it I fell to un fro, I waited for the sound of theshattering That it didn't only made me shake all the more

I crept back into the front rooun as I went One bullet Damn I'd have to make sure it counted

Too bad I didn't carry silver bullets in , the bullets for my Glock wouldn't fit into a 45

I'd justwould slow hieheart I'd drea his blood onI lived for

My breath rasped loudly in the dark, silent room I inched to the , looked out

The yard was empty

Dizziness passed overwave I nearly fell to my knees

"He was there," I assured myself "He was"

I'd never seen the white wolf again after that night Unless you counted my dreams

I pinchedDaun

I opened the door just as a howl rose toward the half-moon The hoas answered by another, then another I followed the sound into the woods without a backward glance

Ahead I saw the flash of a tail - white against the darker shade of the trees Hatred welled within htness inin my eyes

I'd drea him and now I had the chance

It was foolish to run into a strange forest alone, with a gun I wasn't accustoun that held one useless bullet Even more foolish to think I would ever catch a wolf on foot But I followed hi else

The 45 was heavy My shoes slid in the mud My shirt became ith sweat, as did my hair, my face