The Jane Yellowrock World Companion

Faith Hunter with Carol Malcolm

To all the fans who love Jane Yellowrock and Beast, and who give me a chance to tell Jane’s tale, with all her faults, her weaknesses to grow through, her mistakes (we all make them, so a good character has to make them, right?), her friends, her family, her loves, her Beast.

YOU make this series possible. So this is for you.

Enjoy,

Faith

A letter from Faith Hunter and Carol Malcolm

From Faith—Dear Fans, a Companion guide, unlike a novel, has no particular format. There is no setting or tone or inciting event, no mystery to solve, and a nearly infinite way of gathering and looking at the information. It is a look back, and ahead, at a long-running series, usually written in the middle of a series, and often, as in my case, there is a wonderful helper to put things together. Some writers get other writers or editors to help them. I wanted a reader, someone who liked Jane and Beast and who had a strong appreciation of them as separate characters. Someone who could look at them with the eyes of a reader, of a fan, and who had a firm grasp of the genre. Just about the time I thought about putting together a Companion, Carol Malcolm, a longtime panel moderator at Cons, and a new (at the time) friend, was looking for some part-time work. It was a match made in heaven. Carol has an insightful eye, a broad knowledge of the Urban Fantasy field, and a true love of writers, readers, characters, and story line.

From Carol—Much as I have always loved Jane and her world from the very beginning, rereading all of these stories and books in order has shown me how special this series really is. Our hope is that this guide will serve as a fun and helpful addition to readers as they navigate Jane’s intricate and fascinating world. Many thanks to Faith for taking a chance on me, and I hope I have done the series justice.

From both of us—So, this is a collaborative process, one meant to explain and clarify Jane and her world. There is also fiction in it. Two new shorts and a longer novella.

I—we—hope you all enjoy it.

Faith and Carol

JANE YELLOWROCK COMPANION GUIDE GLOSSARY LIST

Faith’s disclaimer (to cover her backside): Hey, y’all. Cherokee is a very difficult language to pronounce, and as with any language there were and are regional differences. A Speaker of The People from the Eastern Band of Cherokee might pronounce a word one way, and a Speaker from the Western Band might pronounce it differently, much like the way a Southerner from Georgia might pronounce words differently from a Southerner in Louisiana or South Carolina. For that matter, even within Cherokee clans, there would be differences!

The written language also has its own alphabet, with characters I can’t show here, sadly, but I’ve done the best I could. The language is spoken very softly and with a breathy sound. It is a gentle-sounding language, fluid and softly resonant.

Aquetsi ageyutsa—(ah-que-et-see ah-ghee-ute-sa). As best I can say it. My daughter in Cherokee.

Ani gilogi—(ah-nee ghee-lo-ghee. I’ve also heard it: an-ah gee-loh-gee). Panther Clan of the Cherokee.

Ani sahoni—(ah-nee sah-hon-ee). Blue Holly Clan of the Cherokee.

Anamchara—mind-bound Mithrans.

Blood-challenge—the legally appropriate challenge of one Mithran to another for territory, power, and scions.

Blood-family—a sire or dame and the children they made. They usually nest or lair together, along with the blood-servants and blood-slaves.

Blood-feud—the warlike battles between vampire clans before the creation of the Vampira Carta and the laws Mithrans must live under.

Blood-magic—Magic executed with the blood of a living creature. Often with its death. A black art.

Blood-servants—the sworn human companions of Mithrans.

Blood-slaves—the humans who are addicted to vampire blood and who are passed around as dinner and sex slaves.

Bubo bubo—Asian eagle owl (species).

Chelokay—(chee-lo-kay). Another word for the Cherokee people.

Dalonige i digadoli—Third syllable is a long i (dal-ohn-i-gay ee dee-god-oh-lee). As well as I can represent what I hear. Yellow eyes Yellow rock, Jane’s Cherokee name.

Devoveo—(du-vo-vee-oh). the madness all humans enter into for the first ten or twenty years after they are turned. If they survive and return to sanity, they are set free.

Dolore—(doh-lor-eh). the madness vampires go into when someone they love dies, unless they have a misericord, or Mercy Blade, to feed upon.

E doda (or edoda)—(ee-doh-da). My father in Cherokee.

Egini Agayvlge i—Aggie One Feather (Too long to do justice here!).

Elisi (or e lisi)—(ee-lee-see). My Grandmother, also Uni Elisi—grandmother of many children, below.

Etsi (et-see or e tsi)—My mother.

Fame Vexatum—(fa-may vex-a-tum). The life of starvation and control over appetite and hunting instincts led by Mithrans.

Flehmen response—the way many cats scent, by pulling up the lips and lifting the tongue and sucking in air over the tongue and the roof of the mouth. It can make a schuuschuu or scree sound.

Grindylow—(gren-dee-low). The supernatural creature who lives with were-clans, who is their pet unless the weres spread the were-taint, at which point the grindys become judge and executioner.

Gvhe—(G with a breath followed a v/b sound. A bit like ghhh-vee-hee or ghhh-bee-hee). Wild cat.

Gvli— (As above for gv. So, something like ghhh-vee-lee or ghhh-bee-lee). Raccoon.

Long-chained—the vampires who are stuck in the insanity of the devoveo.

Misericorde—(mee-ser-i-cord). Mercy Blades. In history, they gave the cut of mercy to fallen knights who were wounded unto death, but suffering. Also the name of the blade of mercy. In the series, they are also the beings who give the cut of mercy to any vampire who is stuck in the devoveo and will never reach sanity.

Mithrans—the Latin name for vampires who follow the Fame Vexatum.

Naturaleza—the life hunting and feeding freedom and lack of rules followed by vampires who do not follow Fame Vexatum.

Onorio—(oh-nor-ree-oo). A human blood-servant who survived a near-death experience and was healed by a powerful vampire. The term means honored one. They cannot be bound to a vampire. They do not have to drink much vampire blood to retain their youth and vigor. They are honored and have special duties, though they are not bound.

Outclan—vampires who do not swear blood fealty to a vampire master. Often they are priestesses. They are powerful vampires who do not wish to be part of a family or clan.

Psy-LED—the Psychometry Law Enforcement Department of Homeland Security.

Psy-meter—the device that measures ambient magical activity, much like the way a Geiger counter measures radiation.

Scion—the blood-child or sworn Mithran to a master (sigh-on—which seems appropriate).

Skinwalker—a tribal American shape-changer. Most often into predators, though Jane’s Edoda suggested she could turn into other animals too someday.

tlvdatsi—(Tlv is almost a clicking sound with the tongue: Tlv-dat-see). Mountain lion in Cherokee.

Trail of tears—(Nunahi-Duna-Dio-Hilu-I.) or Trail Where They Cried.There are a lot of Cherokee sites online now where you can hear this spoken by a speaker of The People. Please do a search and hear it spoken. It’s beautiful.

Tsalagi—(Ts like in Tsunami: so like Ts-al-ah-ghee). The People, the Cherokee. Also Cheloka.

Tsalagiyi—(as above but added yee or yay at the end). Place of The People.

Ugugu—(U like the oo in boo, with a breath in it. The g’s are said softly, like hg hg: so like hoo ghu ghu). Owl.

Uni lisi—(U like in hoo: So like hoo-nee-lee-see). Grandmother of many children.

Unodena—(hoo-noh-den-ah). Sheep.

Usdia soquili—(hoo-ss-dee-ah soo-que-ili). Pony foal.

U’tlun’ta—(hut-lune-ah). Liver-eater, the insane form of the aged skinwalker.

Uwohali—(hoo-oh-ah-lee). Eagle.

Vampira Carta—(vam-peer-ah car-ta). The law beneath which the Mithrans live.

Wesa—(or wesa, I’ve seen both two-word and one-word spellings.)—(wee-sah). Bobcat or little cat.

The World According to Jane:

Note from Carol: Fans of the series know that Jane has her own unique perspective on the world around her. This section represents the gamut of her thoughts and feelings about her own experiences and state of mind, as well as the often puzzling world she now finds herself living and working in.

“I’d never understand the rich and dead or their servants.” (Skinwalker, 101)

“Cradling my injured arm at my waist, I was out of the hood pretty quickly, but I stuck to the shadows, dangling the head. I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair.” (Skinwalker, 125)

“I had never been to a party as froufrou as this, and I already hated it—designer party clothes, party social manners, and party people milling around chatting. Give me a beer keg, a radio blasting country music, and a bunch of security experts discussing guns, edged weapons, and Harleys and I was fine. This was agony.” (Skinwalker, 159)

“The man was too good-looking for my own good.” (Blood Cross, 73)

“I’d rather be shot, stabbed, or chewed on by a rogue vamp . . . than go through being fitted for a formal gown again.” (Blood Cross, 78)

“I held my two selves still and fought down anger and insult.” (Blood Cross, 94)

“Thinking about men was frustrating and tied up my mind in barbed wire.” (Blood Cross, 156)

“Angie curled into my side, yawned again, and promptly fell asleep. Happy was far too mundane a term to describe my feelings. There had to be another word better suited to this sappy, sentimental, fiercely protective sensation that thumped through my chest with my lifeblood. Had to be. And it was followed by a jolt of fear, intense and icy. I knew it couldn’t last. Nothing this good ever could, which terrified me down to my toes.” (Blood Cross, 167)

“Great. Small talk in a hospital. Two things I hated at one time.” (Blood Cross, 179)

“Lonely wasn’t something I ever felt—not ever—but the black hole inside me was so empty, so deep, it was a caving in of my soul, imploding like a mountain falling in on itself. A separateness that might be loneliness.” (Blood Cross, 183)

“Summer in New Orleans is not for the fainthearted.” (Mercy Blade, 18)

“I was about to play a hunch, go with my gut, and unlike in TV-land, guts were notoriously unreliable.” (Mercy Blade, 205)

“It was vengeance never satisfied, the empty place in my soul that justice should have filled was still dark and cold.” (Mercy Blade, 259)

“Weres had human feelings, thoughts, hopes, and dreams. And it was likely I was going to kill some, deliberately, with malice and intent. Vengeance wasn’t Christian. Vengeance was something darker. Older. Vengeance was blood-sworn. Blood promising blood.” (Mercy Blade, 259)

“I wished I had a body for each soul, so I could be in two places at once.” (Mercy Blade, 281)

“My occupation has a definite ick factor.” (Raven Cursed, 2)

“Harleys weren’t built for stealth.” (Raven Cursed, 23)

“It was Sunday morning; I should be getting ready for church instead of lying to cops. Yeah, I was going to hell.” (Raven Cursed, 54)

“I’d rather fight an old rogue-vamp in my underwear, with my bare hands, than deal with relationship problems.” (Raven Cursed, 77)

“I wiped my eyes. I never used to cry. Never. But then, I never used to have friends. I never used to put them in danger. I never used to kill humans. My life was changing and it was all pretty much sucky.” (Raven Cursed, 95)

“I had tried to find that ancient, human, Cherokee part of myself, to wake it up and merge it with who I was now, creating one cohesive self. I felt that if I did, if I could find my ancient self, I might find something important, might finally feel whole. But I was fractured, broken, and I didn’t have the time, not now, for self-analysis and soul-searching. Someday. Someday.” (Raven Cursed, 103)

“Cats didn’t care who liked them, as long as everyone else knew their place—at the cat’s feet, under the cat’s claws.” (Raven Cursed, 143)

“I was getting complacent in the world of vamps, weres, humans, and tech. I needed to take better care.” (Raven Cursed, 206)

“Though I had been raised nondenominational Protestant, not Catholic, guilt is something all Christians understand.” (Raven Cursed, 242)

“I’d never had a family, but as an investigator, I knew that family secrets were the very worst. They destroyed so much. Sometimes they destroyed everything, as if, after decades in the grave, the dead reached out to shatter the living.” (Raven Cursed, 261)

“Weird, the things you notice when you were nearly killed while killing and beheading a vampire, and now were trying to make logical decisions while bleeding to death.” (Raven Cursed, 310)

“I’d rather face a pack of wolves than try to comfort someone.” (Raven Cursed, 341)

“There wasn’t much I liked better than yanking a vamp’s chain.” (“Cajun With Fangs”)

“I’m not a public speaker. Not at all. It’s easier to shoot first and divide up the dead later, but maybe I was growing up.” (“Cajun With Fangs”)

“Though he had attacked me, I offered up a prayer for the spirit of my enemy, Cherokee-style, to the Christian God I had worshipped for all the life I remembered. Wondering if there would come a time when God no longer heard me, or worse, when I no longer prayed. That happened sometimes when one wandered into unfamiliar spiritual areas.” (Death’s Rival, 18)

“No one would stop for a bloody, Amazon-sized woman on the side of the road, so I had to get moving before the sun rose.” (Death’s Rival, 42)

“Not sure where the calm actions were coming from. Training or instinct. Maybe both, taking over when my mind went on hiatus and my soul was aching.” (Death’s Rival, 55)

“I was, for the first time in my adult life, essentially homeless, friendless, empty, and alone.” (Death’s Rival, 58)

“I didn’t recognize myself anymore in the killing machine I was becoming.” (Death’s Rival, 59)

“He had no security consciousness about him at all. We could have been two ninja attackers or even a couple of Angus steers, and I didn’t think he’d have noticed us enter.” (Death’s Rival, 134)

“Having men in the house was going to seriously impact my comfort clothes.” (Death’s Rival, 141)

“Even here, out of the city, miles away, I could feel him inside me like a ghost crouching in the corner of my brain, like a demon’s dark shadow, waiting to command me.” (Death’s Rival, 153)

“Being normal was no proof against horror.” (Death’s Rival, 197)

“My job was hard on friends. Or I was.” (Death’s Rival, 208)

“I had no training for paramilitary raids. My combat style was more along the lines of stake ’em and run.” (Death’s Rival, 233)

“If I thought it was weird to have so many men I was interested in all in one place, my inner cat was just happy about it.” (Death’s Rival, 234)

“Jealousy skulked through me on pointy little claws.” (Death’s Rival, 247)

“I was part of the world of vamps whether I liked it or not, and that meant being part of vamp politics. I hate politics.” (Death’s Rival, 258)

“But nothing in life is set in stone and nothing in life is promised us. Not happiness, not joy, not love. Everything was variable and mutable and inconstant.” (Death’s Rival, 300)

“There was something about this town. Every time I came here, things got so freaking complicated.” (Blood Trade, 55)

“I’d rather fight a score of rogue vamps than face a difficult social situation—and this was going to be bad. I just knew it.” (Blood Trade, 155)

“After a time, old pain became like a living being, with breath and self-determination.” (Blood Trade, 231)

“This was a rescue job, not a pole dance.” (Blood Trade, 273)

“People of all faiths are responsible to help the weak, the downtrodden, the sick, and the helpless, especially children. And of all the religions in the world, Christians are the only ones commanded not to judge, yet we do every day—gay people, ethnicities different from our own, people in mixed relationships, people with gifts they were born with, power they were born with, genetic mutations they were born with, illnesses of brain and body. I’ve got a little girl’s mother to save, and yes, she’s a witch. Are you gonna make it possible for me to save her?” (Blood Trade, 302)

“I was getting pretty good. I had astounded Evan several times today and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet.” (Blood Trade, 334)

A Partial Listing of Jane’s Weapons

Silver-plated main gauche (knife)

Walther PK 380

Benelli M4 Super 90 (Can use regular ammo, but Jane uses hand-packed silver fléchette rounds when hunting silver-sensitive bad guys like vamps and weres)

M32, six-shot launcher

Heckler & Koch (nine-millimeter handgun)

.32 six-shooter

Kahr P380

Colloidal silver spray in canisters

Vamp-killers (steel-edged knives plated with silver)

Stakes (ash and sterling silver some with small knobs on the ends so she has something smooth to shove forward)

Holy Water

Clan Pellissier, Blood Family Historical Chart

Judas

The Eldest Son of Darkness. Sire of:

Claudia Acete, a former slave of, and freedwoman of, Nero. Turned in Rome in AD 50. Dame of:

Rufinus Agricola, a Centurion in Hispania, turned in what is now Spain, in AD 125. Sire of:

Cesar and Ordonius Frunimius turned in Spain in AD 400. Traveled to what is now France. They created a large blood-family and returned to Rome, where they fomented a blood-feud against the Sons of Darkness in AD 950 and were destroyed. Dual sires of:|

Alazais Chevalier, turned in France in AD 900. Was taken by the Eldest Son of Darkness and forced into his blood-family, as a slave, in reparation of the blood-feud that killed Claudia Acete. The son felt a strong attraction to the boy and took him as companion, sharing his scions, his bed, and his own blood. This gave Alazais great strength. When his time of servitude was up, he left Roman territory and returned to France where he became the sire of:

Mainet Pellissier, turned in France in AD 1200. Was given rights to start a blood family in AD 1450. In the years following, he turned several of his decedents, including Rudolfo and Amaury Pellissier. Rudolfo did not survive devoveo.

Amaury Pellissier turned his sons and nephews, including Leonard Eugène Zacharie Pellissier, in 1525. Together they came to the Americas and started the Pellissier blood family, under the proprietorship of Clan Pellissier, and Mainet Pellissier in France. They became one of the earliest independent clans in the colonies in 1724, and Amaury quickly became Master of the City of New Orleans. He took over the hunting territories of the Louisiana Territories. Under Amaury, the territory spread and gained power.

Leonard Eugène Zacharie Pellissier, became Master of the City of New Orleans and most of the Southeastern United States in 1912.

The World According to Beast

From Faith: Beast has had her own personality (from the very beginning), though I admit that finding the voice for Beast—primitive, wise, snarky, sometimes confused about humans, lofty, snide, sexy, practical—in other words totally catty—was harder than I had thought it would be. It took a lot of very different things to make the voice become real to me. I started out with old Tarzan movies. The dialogue of, “Me Tarzan, you Jane,” felt close to right, and it helped that Tarzan had a Jane in his life too. I had recently read the wonderful book by Temple Grandin, Animals in Translation, which gave me a vision into how animals think, reason, remember, and deduce life lessons in pictures. And then there was all the lovely, incredibly helpful input from my wonderful editor, Jessica Wade, who was invaluable in helping me with this series in general, and with Beast’s voice in particular.

Beast has a Facebook fan page, where she sometimes makes an appearance to answer questions posed by her fans. This section of Beastly advice came in part from her interactions with her fans, though I have altered the questions, hidden the identities of the questioners, and revised the answers to provide privacy. (Cats love their privacy.)

Faith

Beast Advice

From: Swannanoa Sweetheart Hooked on Pistachio Gelato: Humans get into a lot of trouble because of their appetites. They get hooked on drugs, alcohol, food, and the Home Shopping Network. What do you think about the human appetite and addiction . . . and do the people of claw and tooth ever get hooked on anything? If so, what do they do to break the addiction?

PS: FYI, I think you are absolutely beautiful . . . you can claw the oaks in my yard anytime.

(And yes, pistachio gelato is food of the gods.)

Beast: Beast is beautiful. (Flicks ear tabs.) Cats like catnip, fish, birds, lizards, clouds, moving water. (Thinks.) Deer and rabbits. And bison. Want to hunt bison. Would be addicted to bison. Do not know about gelato. Does it bleed?

Dear Beast:

I’ve had a really hard time losing weight. A few years ago I had an accident that resulted in a knee injury and it’s just gotten worse since then, so I have a hard time working out. I eat right (mostly), but I just seem to either stay the same or gain more weight. I’m not enormous or anything, but I’d love to get back down to a healthy weight so I can get healthier. Do you have any advice for me?

Sincerely, Joshua A. AKA Person-Who-is-Not-Food

Joshua. You cannot hunt deer. Cannot chase rabbits. (Thinks.) If you were puma you would starve. But if you eat food that rabbits eat, you will be thin. Writer calls it let-us.

Beast, what would you do to encourage an injured mate? My mate had a foot amputated a few months ago. It’s so easy to be an enabler and let him get too dependent. So what would Beast do? :)

I’m known as Butterfly at all my favorite forums and boards.

Butterfly, Humans are not like puma. Humans have hope. And pro-sss-thetics. They can give life. Can allow humans to hunt and mate and walk. (Thinks.) Tell mate he is not ruined like bad meat. Mate is still good and alive and can be strong again if he has hope. Tell mate to eat much let-us and veg-e-tables. And have faith.

Writer is laughing. I do not understand.

I have a question for Beast.

I work in an office with four people. Two of us work our tails off, while the other two are very lazy. I have no authority over them, so any advice on how to deal with them??

Thank you,

Liesa

Leisa: You must kill and eat lazy humans. Or chase them out of den. (Growls.) Writer is trying to push Beast away. Says not to kill lazy humans. Writer is stupid.

Beast, I need to learn how to hunt for a new mate. Can you help me?

Rae

Rae. You must sharpen claws on dead trees. This removes dead skin on claws. You must bathe in river and eat much bloody meat. When you are strong, you must go far away, to edges of hunting grounds, to find mate. Mate with him. But do not let him follow back to den. If he follows you back, you will have to feed him. This is not good. Mates should kill their own food and stay on their own hunting territory.

Writer is laughing. I am confused.

Beast, you are beautiful, fast, smart, and good hunter. I am worried about the three dogs next door and their owners. Neighbor has good kin to watch over her, but he is leaving soon to go back home. Now bad man may come back and hurt pup. Bad man kicked pup hard. I been asked to keep my eyes open if bad man comes while friend is at work. What would you do to bad man? I want to kick bad man and see how he likes it.

Jenny

Jenny. Yes, Beast is beautiful. And smarter than other big-cats. And fast. And best hunter. (Licks jaw and grooms paws with rough tongue. Thinking.) Beast would hunt man and eat him. And then eat dogs if writer was not looking. You should take vid-e-o of man hurting dog and put on In-ter-net. Then other humans would kill and eat man.

Beast, my mate is causing trouble and being ornery. What should I do?

Beast does not understand trouble and ornery. This is hard question. Beast chases away male kits when weaned, and keeps female kits as hunting mates for longer. I do not understand males except for mating. And I chase them off too when done with them. Beast once killed mate who killed kits. Did your mate kill kits? I will help you hunt and kill him!

Also, Beast does not live with mate for long, like pride of African lions or like humans. Beast is with mate only when kits are wanted. When Beast’s mate snarls, Beast bats him with claws or leaves.

But I have watched Writer with mate. When he snarls, she scratches him behind ears and rubs his head and feeds him eggs on bread and mayo. He likes this. Beast likes this too. Try that.

Beast has own place. Does not stay with mate for many years, only for kits. But Beast has seen Writer with mate and Writer says tell mate, “Special mating on Friday night. Big whoop-de-do then. Not tonight.” Writer’s mate seems pleased with “whoop-de-do” plans and Writer gets to sleep. I do not understand. Writer is laughing again. (Snarls at writer.)

Beast, I would like to be like you, sole hunter. But I have to deal with humans.

Jane Yellowrock is like Beast, alone and unmated. But Jane is not happy very often. (Rolls over and thinks.) Beast thinks humans are pack animals like African big-cats. Beast thinks humans need other humans. Do not understand this.

Beast, many people say it is okay to euthanize sick humans the way lions cull the sick from the herd. What do you think?

Do not understand u-thise. U-thee nz? Sounds like sneeze. (Looks at writer. Writer is laughing but is sad too. Do not understand.) Writer says u-thin-ze means to kill. In animal world when big-cats cannot hunt anymore, other big-cats are not kind. But Beast is more than big-cat. Beast has learned from Jane. Beast would be kind to hurt big-cat and bring her raw deer or rabbits. Beast will talk to spirit of earth and sky and ask for hunters who will be kind to hurt humans.

Writer says humans do not cull other humans from herd because humans do not eat humans. Beast understands this. Have tasted human and it was stringy. Tasted bad, not good meat. Writer says tale of Beast tasting human is in short story in Have Stakes Will Travel.

Beast, what’s the best way to train a stupid human kit who will not listen?

Beast tosses kits into water to teach them to swim. Beast takes kits on long hunts, so kits pant and tongues hang out. Some kits need to be rolled over and held down, with claws at throat and fierce growls and show of killing teeth. Held down until they submit. Beast also swats kits (with claws hidden) but Writer says cops do not like it when humans swat kits. Beast does not understand this. Swatting works for cat kits. What are cops?

Beast, my dogs are fat. Any advice?

Writer had fat dogs (stupid yappy rescue Pomeranian dogs). Writer started walking dogs every day. Is now up to 1.5 miles every evening and .5 miles in mornings. For food: Writer added warm water, and soft food with hard food. Tommy and Tuffy liked food. Writer fed dogs two times a day this way with very little food. Water filled dogs up each time. Dogs lost much weight. But dogs had to pee a lot. (Twitches ear tabs.) Writer is laughing. Writer says dogs lost 30% of body weight. I do not understand %.

Beast, I hate my job. Should I quit and look for something else?

Job is like hunting for food, yes? Beast only hunts when hungry, but when hungry is always looking for food. Will take first food to fill belly but will keep looking for more. Being hungry is not good. Must eat, to find more food, to eat. (Scratches ears with back claws.) Beast might have flea. Hates biting fleas-too-small-to-catch. Do you like being hungry? Do you like fleas? If you do, then Beast will eat your food and give you her fleas.

When should humans retire?

Big-cats do not “retire”. We must hunt to eat until we die. Humans do not die when they cannot hunt. Humans . . . are different. Humans have “jobs”. This is a strange thing to Beast. Writer wants to “retire” from job in hospital, but keep writing. Also a strange thing to Beast. (Rolls over and stares up at sky.) Beast says to stop hunting and “retire” when you can eat without hunting. But feels this does not help much.

Is it polite to “scoot” in public?

“Scooting” is private pleasure when mate is not around. (Shakes head.) Humans are strange to not know this.

What does Beast do when not hunting?

Beast likes to lie on sun-heated rock over shallow river and watch fish. Come today and nap with Beast!

Beast-Isms:

Beast on Writer

Writer has two stupid yappy dogs. Writer thinks she understands them when they “talk” to her. Does that make Writer stupid and yappy? (Chuffs with laughter.) Writer is staring at me. (Turns head and looks bored.)

Writer is stupid. Writer says new year has started today. But new year was more-than-five days ago when longest night was here. I do not understand. (Yawns.) Will hunt for deer later today. Have seen tracks and scat of large, healthy doe. Good way to celebrate Writer’s stupid new year. (Scratches ears with back paw.) Writer explained re-ser-va-shun. It is like when Beast claims tree limb over deer path to water and scratches with claws to show claiming. This says, “It is mine!” If you re-ser-va-shun, please do not eat Writer if she sits on your limb.

Why are you laughing? Beast does not understand.

Beast has page on “Facebook.” Writer will be there to talk with scritches on page and tapping of claws on “keyes.” I will be there too. You can ask me questions and Writer will answer for me. Sometimes writer is good.

Writer has new porch. Beast tried to sit on Writer’s pooch. Writer made squealy noises and said no. (Chuffs hard with laughter.)

Writer says she is an addict. I did not understand, but Writer explained. Beast is addicted to hunting like Writer is addicted to her computer. (Shakes head and grooms paws.) Computer has no blood. I still do not understand.

Writer has been ignoring me. Writing. I brought deer haunch and left on her front porch. If writer keeps ignoring me, I will bring dead skunk. (Opens lips. Shows killing teeth.)

Beast on Beast, and Beast on Life

On clothes and pelt: Fur is soft. Beast is not. (Scratches chin with back paw-claws, thinking.) Beast is good hunter. Protects soft belly with claws and killing teeth. Why do humans not grow pelt? Writer says humans buy clothes instead of growing pelt, but then humans are hunting food and clothes. Seems much work to hunt so many different things.

On summer: Is too hot to hunt. Writer is going to hunt barbecue and swim in stinky pool water with no fish and no plants and no rocks. Stupid writer. (Perks up ears.) But maybe she will bring me raw pig?

On hot summer: Beast does not know why humans hunt in heat. Should stay home, like Beast, body lying in edges of river. (Closes eyes as cold water rushes by.)

On mud: Mud is good for rolling in to keep small biting things from making pelt itch. I like rolling in mud. This makes Writer laugh. Why is writer laughing?

On humans: Writer has yardboy working. I think yardboy needs more exercise than mowing and digging. Beast should chase him around the yard. (Chuffs with laughter.)

On computers: Beast is here. Beast would have been here sooner, but Writer’s mate was fixing computer. Writer is laughing at word “fixing”. I do not understand why that makes her laugh.

Beast and Writer Talk:

Beast: Want to hunt.

Writer: Not today. Tommy has an upset tummy today and his back hurts from running around like he’s nuts when we got home Sunday night, and then sliding across the new wood floor where carpet used to be.

Beast: (Perks ears.) Eat Tommy-dog?

Writer: NO! Leave my dog alone. Go outside, Beast. NOW!

Beast: (Growling.) Will hunt writer.

Writer: (Points to delete key.) Try it, big girl. Go ahead. Make my day. . . .

Beast: Writer is mean. (Lies down and puts head on paws.)

Beast on Writer’s painting of Beast: Beast has seen drawing of Beast in a tree. Beast is beautiful. (Shakes head to chase off flies in brain.) But drawing of Beast does not move or hunt or eat. Smells dead. Beast is confused. But drawing is good. Shows hunter of prey!

Beast on conferences: Writer went to ComicCon to be with fellow Geeks and Writers. Most Writers are slow and would be good to hunt. Are Geeks good to hunt? (Twitches ears. Curious.)

Have been snarling at writer to go to Dragon Con and hunt dragons. But Writer says no. Says car is not big enough for Beast and Writer’s clothes. Writer’s clothes?

(Snarls.) Writer is taking Jane to Dragon Con. Jane is going. Beast is not. Jane is going to hunt dragons! Beast is best hunter! Not Jane. Writer is stupid kit. Who will protect Writer at Con? Who will write Beast stories? Beast is not happy! (Screams with rage. Snarls at Writer.)

Beast will not be at Con. (Narrows eyes. Looks away.) Beast is not purring. Writer says she will talk about me, so I will not eat her. This time. Writer says to res-er-va-tion.

Beast on food: Writer ate I-tal-yan. Twice. Writer brought me nothing. (Rolls away and stares at wall.)

Writer went to river with good-smelling water and many fish and many goose-birds and Writer rode on boat. Writer did not bring me goose-bird. Beast is not happy. (Thinks.) But writer on boat is too slow to catch geese. Writer should have taken Beast to river!

Writer’s yardboy is working in front ground, digging hole for plant. Yardboy is strong and meaty. Might taste better than other humans Beast has bitten. Writer will not let me hunt him. Writer did not take me to river to hunt geese. Beast is snarling. Not Happy!

Beast on human food: Beast has had much cooked human food. Good food came from cold box full of food in Evangelina Everhart’s house. It was good. Liked noodles in cheese sauce. Liked sausage. Liked fish cooked with butter. (Purrrrr.)

Beast on humans as food: Writer went away and left me with Housesitter. Writer threatened to hang my pelt on wall if I ate Housesitter. Housesitter was muscular and strong and young. Would be good hunt! Meat would not be stringy and tough like other humans Beast has bitten. But Writer loves Housesitter. Is son of her mother’s next litter. (Thinks.) Writer said same thing about Beast-pelt if Beast ate her boots. (Thinks carefully.) I did not eat Writer’s housesitter or boots. Housesitter gave Beast raw steak. Was good.

Beast on fans: Writer says that Beast has more-than-five fans! (Scratches ears with back claws, thinking.) What is fan? Can I eat them?

Beast on dogs: Writer’s littermate brought dog to house last night. FAST dog! HUNTING dog! Good nose. Wanted to hunt with ugly dog! Then maybe eat him. Writer said no.

Beast on exercise: Writer had to “run errands”. Tried to tell her it was too hot to run. Writer does not listen. But Writer is good hunter. She ran home with cow meat wrapped in plastic. And she was not hot. I do not understand. But I do like cow meat.

Beast on healthy teeth: Beast likes crunch of bones. Jane likes crunch of tacos. Bones keep Beast’s teeth strong. Tacos rot teeth and make humans fat. Humans should eat bones.

Beast on squirrels: Am sitting on Writer’s porch (not Writer’s pooch) watching squirrels play in trees between rains. Small rats with hairy tails. Beast knows they are hard to catch and are only a small-mouthful-crunch and then gone, but . . . Beast wants to chase! (Shows killing teeth to teasing rats with hairy tails.)

Beast on thongs: Writer came home from Con. Was tired, like after big hunt. Had small bag of “thongs” from “prank.” But there is no deer or cow or bison strapped to her big truck. Writer is not good hunter.

(Later.) Writer explained “thongs.” Writer should grow pelt, not silly thongs. Thongs would get stuck in places and Beast would have to scoot. Writer would not like Beast to scoot on her rug.

Beast on cover art of books: Writer saw first cover idea of BLOOD TRADE. Writer likes it. Cover made Writer dance. But Beast was not on it. Beast was going to eat artist. Then artist sent cover art of BLACK ARTS. Beast is on BLACK ARTS. BLACK ARTS is best cover.

Beast on being thankful: Writer says to list Stuff I’m thankful for, five each day: People, Food, Natural, Memory, and Personal. I can count to five.

MONDAY—

People: Writer.

Food: Turkey feathers stuck in mouth after hunt.

Natural: Moon reflected in water.

Memory: Teeth sinking into throat of human who destroyed forests.

Personal: Big killing teeth. (Chuffs with laughter.)

TUESDAY—

People: Jane Yellowrock. And Yardboy.

Food: Deer. Standing over water. Under tree with tall branch.

Natural: Herds of deer, running in rut.

Memory: Kits, sleeping in curve of Beast-body and legs, smelling of milk.

Personal: Bitsa.

WEDNESDAY—

People: Ricky-Bo. He smells of big-cat and hot, steamy jungle. Bruiser. Want Bruiser.

Food: Want to hunt bison. (Looks at Writer. Flicks ears. Writer says no.)

Natural: Sound of world at dawn. Silent, waiting.

Memory: Sight of Wesa eating kill. Little cat, who changed life of Beast.

Personal: Claws (Cleans claw sheath on tall tree, bark scraping away, leaving Beast-sign.)

THURSDAY—

People: Molly and Angie Baby. Miss them – Molly and Angie Baby. . . .

Food: Rabbit!

Natural: Sound of wild turkey goggling. Easy to hunt stupid noisy bird.

Memory: Wind in nose when Jane rides Bitsa, full of good food smells.

Personal: Visit with angel Hayyel. Was short but was good.

FRIDAY—

People: Big Evan.

Food: Once caught fish jumping through water. Was good.

Natural: Water running fast down river.

Memory: World before white man stole the trees.

Personal: Leo. (Chuffs with laughter.)

Beast on Christmas Songs

Six Geese A-Laying

Jane Yellowrock is listening to Christmas Carols about good food. A feast. Beast wants feast like song Writer talks about! (Licks muzzle. Thinks. Flicks ear tabs, listening to song.) Jane sings along. Jane cannot sing. Sounds like bison stuck in ditch. Or hawk calling for mate. Jane cannot sing, but Beast likes Jane’s song food! (Listens. Thinks.)

Most of song is about more-than-five foods. Beast cannot count that high but knows that more-than-five is many! Beast is hungry. (Thinks about food and hunting and eating fresh kills.)

Beast does not want seven swans a-swimming. Swans are good fighters. Swim fast. Peck hard with beaks. Swans leave mushy stuff on ground that gets in Beast’s paw pads. Tastes bad to clean pads with tongue. (Looks over at writer.) Writer is making gagging sounds. Beast does not know why writer is sick.

Beast wants Six Geese A-Laying! That is more-than-five! Maybe more-than-seven! Geese sitting on nests will not be able to fly fast! (Thinking.) Geese are fat and mean, but when on nests will be slow. Goose meet is good! (Song goes on.)

Five golden rings . . . (Thinks hard.) Beast does not want gold. Does not taste good. Should not be part of feast song.

Four calling birds are tasty! But loud birds would tell other prey Beast was near. No. Do not want Calling Birds. Want geese! More-than-five geese! (Looks at writer.) WANT GEESE!

Three French hens are full of fat and slow to fly. Easy to catch! But only three. Want more-than-five geese!

Two turtledoves are small mouthful. Crunch and gone. Good, but six geese are better! Beast thinks more-than-five! Like geese!

And a partridge in a pear tree. (Thinking hard.) Do not want bird in tree. Would fly away before Beast could get there. Beast likes six geese a-laying. Thinks this is more-than-five geese. Could get eggs too. Eggs are tasty. Chomp through shell and lick insides from ground. Good winter food. (Sits up and stares at writer.)

Want six geese a-laying. Want them now!

Writer raises eyebrows. Looks amused.

Beast growls low.

“Hey. I put you in the books,” Writer says, “I can take you out of the books. Be nice.”

Beast chuffs with displeasure, but will not growl again. Sits and looks away, stares into distance, tail twitching, not looking at writer. Mad at writer. Want geese!

Writer sighs.

Beast Haiku

Writer says to write haiku. Beast cannot count to more-than-five, so writer will help on line two.

Beast is good hunter.

Beast hunts bisons in Beast dreams.

Beast eats bison heart.

(Beast is great poet! More hunting number poems later! Beast is napping now on warm rock in sun.)

Leo predator

is fierce, strong, bloodthirsty vamp.

Want Leo as mate.

Writer is mad. (Chuffs with laughter.) Beast likes making Writer mad. Beast is good poet-with-numbers called haiku.

Writer is home now.

Home from big city New York.

Did not bring home cow.

Politician’s words

fighting hunting debate words

Beast would rather sleep.

(Writer is laughing. I do not understand.)

Beast naps on warm rock.

Sun heats Beast pelt and Beast purrs.

Too warm to hunt now.

(Beast is sleepy poet-of-numbers.)

Sun is warm on Beast.

Rolls over, sun on belly

Beast stretch out in sun

(Thinks.) Did Beast count right?

JY Companion Guide Major Character List

Aggie One Feather: An elder of the People, mid-fifties, black hair without any gray; her parents are both Wolf Clan; serves as counselor for Jane; first appears in Skinwalker.

Angelina Everhart Trueblood: Daughter of Molly Everhart and Evan Trueblood, six years old with strawberry blond hair; has the witch gene from both parents, which means many people and organizations would want her; given her parents, the extent of Angie’s powers are not yet known; first appears in the story “Kits,” first book, Skinwalker.

Antoine: Male witch; first appears in Skinwalker; dies in Skinwalker when attempting to kill the liver-eater/rogue skinwalker masquerading as Leo’s son.

Bethany: Mithran Outclan healer/shaman, black-skinned, former slave, mentally and emotionally unbalanced; first appears in Blood Cross.

Bobby Bates: Jane’s friend from the Christian children’s home, childlike mentality but later discovered to have a unique magical ability; has bright red hair and freckles; first appears in the story “The Early Years,” but plays a significant role in the plot of Blood Trade.

Brandon and Brian: Grégoire’s twin primos. First appear as Big-Gun Red Shirt and Big-Gun Navy Shirt in Skinwalker. They are onorios.

Bruiser: see George Dumas.

Derek Lee: African-American former marine that Jane meets while tracking a rogue vamp; does work for Leo; first appears in Skinwalker.

Eli Younger: Former Army Ranger hired by Jane, along with his younger brother, Alex, as her private team; first appears in Death’s Rival.

Esmee: Elderly but very feisty woman with bright red hair whose home in Natchez Jane and her team rent out briefly in Death’s Rival, but she returns for a larger role in Blood Trade.

Evan Trueblood: Male witch, six foot four and burly, red hair and beard, brown eyes; married to Molly Everhart Trueblood, Jane’s best friend; first appears in the story “Kits,” first book, Skinwalker.

Evangelina Everhart Stone: Molly’s oldest sister and coven leader who develops a demon addiction; first appears in the story “Signatures of the Dead,” first book, Skinwalker; dies in Raven Cursed at Jane’s hand.

George Dumas/Bruiser: Leo’s primo blood-servant, six feet four inches tall, muscular, lithe, brown eyes and hair, over one hundred years old; first appears in Skinwalker. Came to the Americas in the early nineteen hundreds.

Girrard DiMercy (Gee): A Mercy Blade, a creature who performs the task of killing scions unable to emerge from devoveo; his blood aids the parents to overcome dolore; uses glamours to hide his true face, as he comes from another dimension; first appears in Mercy Blade.

Grégoire: Blood Master of Clan Arceneau; looks as though he was turned as a teen, though it happened in the time of Charlemagne, blond; first appears in Skinwalker, when he is held captive by the liver-eater. He is the premier soldier and warrior of the United States Mithrans. He also has three primos, two of whom later turn out to be onorios.

Hieronymus: Master of the City of Natchez and surrounding area; first appears in Blood Trade, though mentioned in Death’s Rival; tall. He was turned with a condition called Alopecia totalis, and the vampirism has not fully healed him, leaving him mostly hairless.

Jane Yellowrock: Cherokee skinwalker, six feet tall with long dark hair that she braids and wears in a queue when fighting, golden eyes that glow; in addition to her skinwalker ability, Jane has the soul of a mountain lion that she captured within herself at the age of five in an accidental act of black magic; Jane walked out of the woods at the approximate age of twelve, scared, scarred, with no memory of anything at all; spent the next six years in the Bethel Nondenominational Christian Children’s Home (also referred to as the children’s home).

Katie: Katherine Louisa Dupre—true legal name; also Katie of Katie’s Ladies; has also been known to the world as Katherine Fonteneau, Katherine Pearl Duplantis, Katherine Vuillemont, among others; a registered Republican, votes religiously, pardon the term; sits on the local Vampiric Council; eyes are a sort of grayish hazel. She is Leo’s heir, blond, owns the house Jane lives in while working in New Orleans; is small, slender, and ash-blond; first appears in the short story “Cat Tats,” and next in the first book, Skinwalker.

Kemnebi: first appears in Mercy Blade as an emissary from the International Party of Weres to the U.S.; African black wereleopard whose mate, Safia, is killed by the grindylow in Mercy Blade for attempting to turn Rick LaFleur; Jane claims alpha status over Kemnebi in “Blood, Fangs, and Going Furry,” forcing him to be Rick’s mentor to learn about life as a were, despite Kemnebi’s hatred of Rick.

Kid (Alex) Younger: Eighteen-year-old computer genius and MIT graduate on probation for hacking into the Pentagon’s system; first appears in Death’s Rival when he and his brother, Eli, are hired by Jane to be her private team.

Leo Pellissier: Master of the City of New Orleans and a large portion of the Southeastern United States, shoulder-length black hair, black eyes; binds Jane to him through blood in Death’s Rival, for his own purposes. Later, by accident, he binds Beast while trying to save Jane’s life when she is shot and dying; first appears in the story “Cat Tats,” first book, Skinwalker.

Lincoln Shaddock: Asheville Blood Master vampire who petitions for Master of the City status in Raven Cursed; some of his scions have come out of devoveo much earlier than the usual time, the most recent taking just two years; is spelled and used by Evangelina Everhart throughout Raven Cursed.

Misha: a woman, now a reporter, who was in the children’s home with Jane; first appears in Blood Trade, when she was captured because of her magical abilities.

Molly Trueblood: Jane’s best friend; earth-witch, curly red hair; first appears in the story “Kits,” first book, Skinwalker.

Reach: computer expert and hacker who can find just about anything; first appears in Mercy Blade, though we never see him physically.

Rick LaFleur: Black hair, Cajun, six feet tall; in a relationship with Jane at the end of Skinwalker; at the beginning of Mercy Blade, this relationship is cut short because of his undercover work that leads to his being bitten by Safia, a wereleopard; first appears in the story “Cat Tats,” first book, Skinwalker.

Jodi Richoux: New Orleans Police Department detective, in charge of the supernatural crime unit, blond; her mother is a witch; her aunt was a witch and a cop; first appears in Skinwalker.

Sabina: Mithran Outclan priestess, wears a nun’s habit, pale skin with dark eyebrows and eyes; first appears in Skinwalker. Sabina is the keeper of a sliver of the item that made the Mithrans.

Safia: wereleopard mate to Kemnebi; first appears in Mercy Blade; killed by the grindylow in Mercy Blade for biting and infecting Rick LaFleur in an attempt to turn him.

Soul: Rick’s mentor and supervisor in PsyLED; looks human but isn’t, though no one (other than her supervisor) seems to know what she is, exotic-looking; first appears in the story “Golden Delicious,” but plays a significant role in Blood Trade.

Sylvia Turpin: Adams County sheriff (Natchez area), brilliant blue eyes, fair skin, and dark red hair; starts a relationship with Eli Younger; first appears in Blood Trade.

Tom/Troll: Rick’s “uncle”, Katie’s blood-servant who runs her household at Katie’s Ladies and has been with her for seventy-nine years, bald and muscular; first appears in Skinwalker; distant relative of Rick LaFleur.

Wrassler: Security guard at the clan council house; first appears in Blood Cross under the Jane-given moniker WWF.

First Sight

By Faith Hunter

Faith’s note: I love seeing Jane from the point of view of other characters. It is refreshing and often eye-opening. Bruiser is a huge fan favorite, and about half of the romance readers want Jane to end up with him and about half want her to end up with Ricky Bo. While I’ve written stories from Rick’s POV before, I’ve never written one from Bruiser’s, and decided to try my hand at it in a scene stolen and reworked from Skinwalker. I discovered a lot about Bruiser. And I like him a lot better than I expected. I hope you enjoy.

I wasn’t fond of doors without peepholes, which was surely quite telling about my age. I also found it difficult to remember security cameras were everywhere, even over the door to Katie’s Ladies. I resisted the urge to look up and wink at the camera, as Katie herself was unlikely to be watching the security display screens and I had no desire to flirt with Tom, her muscle.

The door opened and . . . everything changed. A woman—an Amazon—stood there, needle-thin, muscled, balanced, and ready, dressed in jeans and leather, black braids to her bum, a gun held low at her side, and a glowing cross in her other hand. I was inhaling when the door opened and I caught her scent. All I could think was predator. Without thought, training and muscle memory pulling me forward into the moves, I drew a knife and attacked.

She sidestepped fast—faster than human—and stuck out a foot. I tripped over it. Felt myself falling forward, prey to the oldest trick in the book. I cursed under my breath as she landed on me, riding me down. We hit and I could hear her heart pounding. She growled. We bounced, me on bottom, her knee landing against my spine just as Leo’s weight fell onto us.

We had practiced this move hundreds of times and I knew his hands would already be at her throat, but her braids tangled around them. Leo sucked in a breath, his fangs extending with a soft snap. They brushed the side of her neck, his killing bite coming down.

But she rammed back her head and connected, her skull hitting something softer. I heard his oof of expelled breath, followed by a faint sound of movement as of cloth on cloth. And I smelled the scent of burning flesh, remembering only then the cross in her hand. Silver. Glowing.

Leo howled and his weight fell away. The woman rolled, pulling me with her in a move that was both balletic and vicious, until we lay on the floor, her gun at my neck, my body on top of, and protecting, her. The reek of my sweat and hers and vamp pheromones bathed the air. She smelled of blood and exhaust and sex and—

“I’ll shoot your blood-servant if you move again,” she said to Leo, her voice low and cold. My master paused and went quiet, that undead shift from combat to utter stillness that had once been so startling and was now so telling. He believed her, and after centuries of human and nonhuman responses, he would know if she was speaking the truth. “If you listen, I’ll let him live,” she bargained.

Leo’s stillness went deeper. Without giving myself away, I tried to gather myself, but her clawed hand dug into my windpipe. The woman shoved the muzzle hard under my ear, and I realized that if she had wanted us dead, we’d already be dead.

I should have beaten her, no matter the surprise, and I swore hard, under my breath. I’d gotten lazy sparring with humans and other blood-servants. I needed to fight for real, and fight Mithrans, not slower beings.

“If you resist,” she said to me, “I’ll rip out your throat, then behead your master. Pick and choose.” A shocked silence filled the foyer. Slowly, I went limp. “Wise move,” she said.

“Leonard Pellissier, I’m Katie’s out-of-town talent,” she said, in an indefinable Southern accent, “I’m the tracker and hired gun the council contracted to take out the rogue. I don’t want to kill either of you, but I will if I have to. The blood you smell was not spilled by me. I am not your enemy. Back. Off.”

Leo backed, making a deliberate boot-scuff so I would know. She tightened her grip on my throat and I was having trouble getting a breath. “You gonna play nice?” she asked me.

I tried to swallow under the pressure of her hand, and when I spoke, the sound came out in a whistle from the pressure on my windpipe. “Yes.” She sniffed at my ear, which was quite suddenly, unexpectedly erotic. Her scent filled my nose, smelling of sex and need and desire. I felt her breasts against my body and I hardened. She released her hold. Damn woman. Laughter, a reaction neither of lust nor of combat, rolled up in my chest, and I forced it back. The woman I now knew was Jane Yellowrock had terrible timing.

I rolled to my feet and she followed me upright, her movements as sleek and as fast as a primo, keeping me between Leo and her own body, another clue that she wasn’t after my master. I glanced at Leo and he tilted his head a fraction, telling me to stand down. There was humor in his eyes, letting me know he had detected my scent-change and my interest in our attacker. I reached around and shut the outer door. When I moved to face her, I positioned myself in front of and slightly to the side of Leo. Oddly, weirdly, she switched the safety on the gun.

We were sodding lucky it hadn’t gone off while we rolled around on the floor. It was stupid to wrestle while holding a gun, even while facing down a vampire and his security. Not that I could see a better way. If she hadn’t done what she had, I’d have killed her and asked questions later. That was my job.

“You don’t smell human,” Leo said, his voice dropping in to the smooth, honeyed, seductive tones he used when he spotted something or someone he wanted.

Irrationally, foolishly, I wanted to tell him to back off. The woman was mine. Which was stupid in every way I might care to think. I squelched the moment of possessiveness that had taken me.

“What are you?” Leo asked. And only then did I realize that I had no idea what the woman was, only that she wasn’t human. No. Not human at all.

“Stop that,” she said. “It doesn’t work on me.”

“She growled, boss,” I said. “When she took me down.”

“I heard her. What are you?”

“None of your business,” she said.

“Whose blood do I smell?” Leo asked.

“Katie—” The woman stopped, as if not knowing what to say. The silence stretched, and Leo’s humor improved—something I could feel through the blood-servant bond.

“I was forced to reprimand a member of my staff.” Katie stood in the hallway, wearing a dressing gown that shimmered like silk. She was clearly naked beneath it, the thin fabric blood free and molding to her thighs. I’d seen Katie in that robe. I’d helped her out of it numerous times before a feeding and what she called blood-pleasure. “May I ask that your blood-servant assist with the transfusion?” Katie asked. “It is not my intent to lose him.”

Leo glanced at me and I looked reluctantly from him to the stranger before I nodded to Katie that I was willing. But I stabbed the rogue-vampire hunter with a look, making it clear that I didn’t like the idea of leaving her alone with my boss, promising to kill her slowly if she injured Leo. I rolled my head on my shoulders, and heard two cracks as my spine realigned itself, and I went down the hallway, my booted feet silent on the wood and carpets. Predator silent.

Dance Master

by Faith Hunter

This short story is dedicated to the Beast Claws. You know why!

Faith’s note: This short is from Bruiser’s point of view, and takes place after Mercy Blade, and before Raven Cursed, when Leo has been restored to sanity by the presence and blood of his Mercy Blade, Gee DiMercy, and when Jane and Rick are separated by his were-taint. Rick has disappeared, to live in the Appalachian Mountains with Kemnebi. Jane is alone in New Orleans.

He heard the Harley’s distinctive roar as it cruised down the street, slowed, and parked almost beneath him. He could feel her eyes on him from the street, but he didn’t look down or allow himself to react. He snapped his fingers and placed his fork on the plate; the waiter took it immediately and freshened his coffee. The young man also poured a cup of Irish Breakfast tea, freshly brewed, into the cup across from him. George listened for her booted feet on the stairs as the man placed a perfectly turned Western omelet on her plate and withdrew. The breakfast service at DeJavu was always good, but he knew it was always better because of who he was.

George watched as she crossed the room to the balcony, moving from shadows into morning’s light, long and lean and feline, dangerous. He could feel the tug of his master’s mind and knew that Leo was watching as well, wanting her. Claiming her. Silently, George resisted. He had given up many women to the Master of the City, but he had discovered that he couldn’t give up this one.

You will leave her for me, Leo whispered into his mind. The woman is mine.

“The woman belongs to no one.” George bowed his head as Leo lashed out at him. But he didn’t give up. “She is free, my master. And you will not be able to take her.”

You defy me, Leo thought at him, surprised.

George closed his eyes, knowing that pain might come, but unable to hide anything from Leo. “Yes. She is not human, my master. She will fight you.”

You have not defied me for many years. I will think on this. Leo left his mind, freeing George to smile at her.

“Jane.” His voice was a caress, and he knew she heard the tenderness in the word; her color went higher and she glanced away, only a brief moment, to compose herself. He wanted Jane Yellowrock, even more than Leo did, because he wanted her with her own free will intact, unchanged and unchained. He wanted her to want him, to need him as badly.

Of course there was the small matter of the former-undercover policeman, the black wereleopard, recently turned, and Jane’s attachment to him. George knew the man, had studied his dossier quite well. Unless Rick LaFleur had changed drastically since he acquired the were-taint, he would not stand between them for long. His history suggested that he was incapable of maintaining a romantic relationship with only one woman for any length of time. And it was even more unlikely that he would survive his next full moon, though George wouldn’t wish such pain and madness on anyone, even a faithless, charismatic rival. He would wait, bide his time. One thing that he had learned over the decades as the primo to the master of the city was infinite patience.

Jane sat in the chair and looked at the steaming breakfast, a small smile on her lips. Her head gave a faint shake as if surprised at the food waiting for her, but she didn’t comment. She sipped her tea, added two teaspoons of sugar and a dollop of fresh cream, and sipped again, making him wait. Little games she played as naturally as she breathed. “Hiya, Bruiser,” she said as she picked up her fork and tasted the eggs. Chewing, she stared back at him, her face impassive, her amber eyes steely, as cold as the steel and silver in her braids and hidden on her body. “So. I’m here.” She ate another bite and drank down half of her tea. The waiter refilled her cup. He’d been well tipped in the past and knew to stay close, but out of earshot. “Your suckhead boss needs my help again?”

He smiled slowly, watching her face. “He allows you freedom and leeway that he allows no others.” When her expression didn’t change, he added, “I think perhaps he cares for you.”

Jane leaned in slowly, her scent wild and untamed, feral as a hungry predator. She smelled of deep woods, and danger, and long hunts beneath a full moon. He didn’t know what she was, and he wanted to. He wanted to know everything. Jane said, “Leo Pellissier cares for nobody and no one except those he drinks from . . . and owns,” she added carefully, watching his reaction to her insult. George smiled, amused at the words. He had heard much worse over the decades. She said, “Leo doesn’t own me. He has no control over me. None at all. And I could give a rat’s hairy backside what he wants. I am a free agent, not one of his dinners.”

George chuckled and curled his fingers under to keep from reaching out and caressing her face. “Then I pray he never drinks from you, Jane Yellowrock. I like this freedom of yours. This splendid, wonderful freedom.”

“Yeah. Whatever. I got your e-mail with the request from His Royal Fanghead about the disturbance at the club. You got any more details than a rogue, but sane, vamp trying to drain the lead singer?”

“Yes. We’ve had two different attacks this week, incidents when we’ve found employees passed out, blood-drunk, but who claimed they had no memory of a Mithran accosting them. Such complete compulsion suggests an older, masterful Mithran and none have come forward.”

“And no one smelled a new vamp? I mean, I know the odors in the Royal Mojo Blues Company can be overwhelming, but vamps can smell other predators.”

“Leo would like for you to inspect the premises and give us your opinion.”

Her eyes narrowed, the amber irises constricting with her thoughts. “So he knows or guesses who it is, but he’s playing politics. He can’t move against the person himself, but I can.”

“You are learning how Mithrans operate,” he said with approval in his voice.

“Yeah. Back to that rat’s hairy—”

“And you don’t care about Mithran politics,” he interrupted. “I know. Would you like to ride with me or follow on your bike?”

“I’ll meet you there,” she said. She finished the omelet with quick, economical bites and drank down the tea. Standing, she left the restaurant and he followed, watching her legs move beneath the jeans. Her legs were, arguably, the most incredible part of her. Her long braid bounced against her marvelous bottom, begging to differ with his assessment.

Behind him, the waiter cleaned the table. He would add the bill to Leo’s account along with his customary thirty percent tip. Bruiser knew how hard most people worked to make a living, and he wasn’t miserly.

* * *

He pulled his car in behind Jane and parked next to the bike she called Bitsa. He’d learned when she explained that the Harley was made from bitsa this and bitsa that, by a Harley Zen master, mostly from two old rusted bikes. He’d been a motorcycle man in his day. Someday he would show her his collection, and perhaps offer her one of the older pan heads. But not until she was already his.

With the key, he unlocked the restaurant and held the door for her. She lifted her eyebrows at the gallantry and he smiled, waiting for a comment about she was strong enough to open her own doors. But this time she said nothing as she moved into the dark of the club. She stood in the shadows, sniffing in long bursts, breathing in that odd way she had, so like a wild animal. Upon their first meeting, she had growled at him. He smiled to himself as he turned on the lights. She had taken both him and Leo down fast. It was one of his best memories of her—and he had many.

Lights on, the bar was revealed for what it was. An old building renovated to current standards for bathrooms, sprinkler systems, and wheelchair access, with a long bar, food service and kitchen, storeroom, and bandstand stage in front of a dance floor. He had watched Jane dance there several times, her body lissome and supple and exceedingly flexible. His smile widened as he remembered.

Jane moved across the room, smelling everything, going into bathrooms, checking out every part of the empty building. She ended up at the back door and when she called he met her there. “Open this?”

He hadn’t checked this entrance himself. It was a fire escape, and was unlocked from the inside during business hours. There was no way for anyone to use it without an alarm going off. But Jane didn’t know that, and so she’d found something he had missed. Fresh eyes and better-than-human nose. What is she?

Using another key, he turned off the alarm and unlocked the door, which opened onto a narrow alley, no more than three feet wide.

When the door was open, Jane dropped to one knee and studied the filthy ground, sniffing, studying the alleyway. “Female vamp. Old. She stood in the alley for a while, then came in through here,” she said. “Someone turned off the alarm for her and opened the door, so she has an accomplice. Human, I’d say, male, healthy, possibly a new blood-servant, blood-drunk, complaisant enough to do anything she wants.” She pointed at the paved alley and George knelt beside her. “See these marks? Heels. Stilettoes. Tiny feet, maybe a size five.”

George saw what she was pointing to. He’d studied tracking with an old Arapaho Indian many years ago, but applying learning gained from a moccasin-wearing teacher was difficult to apply to modern footwear in a paved alley. He made a soft “Hmmm” as he followed the footprints with his eyes, losing the print about ten feet down. Jane stood and moved along the alley, avoiding piles of trash and feces and wet spots that indicated vagrants used the alley as a public toilet. He grimaced. He’d see it was hosed down after this was over.

She stopped in front of a recessed area in the brick of the building beside her. Like RMJB Club, it had been many things over years, once a dress shop, once an art gallery, once even a strip club, back when the French Quarter had catered mostly to the flesh.

Jane bent and studied the door, and once again he thought she was smelling it. Satisfied, she said, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to walk around it.” She moved into the daylight at the front of the building. Shortly, she appeared at the back of the building, navigating the narrow space. Her jeans were dirty. Her T-shirt was dusty. Her boots were caked with something he didn’t want to inspect too closely.

“She lairs here”—she thumbed at the building—“coming and going through this door most of the time, though she accessed the front door a few times too. The human who lets her in lives with her. And I believe she’s there now. Do you want me to take her?”

“No. Not now. I’ll pass the information to Leo. He’ll make the final decision.”

Jane shrugged. “We’re done here, then.” She looked at her boots. “Is there an outside spigot in back?”

“Yes.” I’ll let you back in from there and out through the front, to your bike.”

“Ducky.” She turned on her filthy heel and moved, catlike, back into the shadows.

* * *

When she came in the back door, she smelled fine and he looked the question at her.

“It wasn’t anything too nasty. Just an old, squishy hamburger.”

She had washed her hands and brushed off her jeans andT-shirt, and looked . . . wonderful. Acutely aware of her, George locked the door and led her through the kitchens to the main room, where he had left an old ’seventies rock and roll LP on the record player in back. The sound coming through the speakers was smooth and rich with a full-bodied sound, as only old vinyl and an excellent speaker system can make it.

Jane walked to the center of the dance floor and stopped, her head back, her braid dangling free. She seemed to inhale the music, her chest rising and falling. “Good sound. Allman Brothers?”

“From their decade of hits album.”

“I like,” she said. “Hey, Bruiser. Dance?” She held out her arm, her head still back, her eyes still closed.

His heart did a small thump, and he moved across the floor to take her in his arms, thinking about the beat, the sort of dance that might work with the music. He pulled her into a slow, easy number, part waltz, part something else that his feet seemed to find as he held her in a close embrace, the closed position of dance, that forced her to follow more intimately. With a subtle transfer of weight, he turned her beneath his arm, her body brushing his suggestively. Eyes still closed she smiled, relaxed into his arms, and let him lead her through the dance. He thought she didn’t relax often, and perhaps never with her eyes closed while another held her. There was a sensation of trust in the way her body moved. Of . . . giving in.

The music changed. He didn’t listen to the music, though it was one of his favorite LPs; he adjusted the rhythm of the dance, slowing, and pulled her even closer, releasing her hand and sliding both arms around her, one hand flat on her back, between her shoulder blades, the other rising to rest against the back of her neck, under her braid. He could feel her breathing against his chest, her ribs moving slowly, her breasts pressing against him. She was hard and muscular, all angles and solid planes, but she was also all woman. He dropped his head to her neck and breathed in, controlling his arousal for fear of frightening her away. He’d lived many years with Mithrans, and had learned how to control his body, his reactions to fear and desire and delight and hunger. Jane brought out all of these in him. He wanted her.

And then the record ended, far too soon.

Jane slid a hand from his waist and up, between their bodies, and pressed him away.

George almost complied but . . . he could not. He stilled his steps, sliding his hand around to cup her jaw, his thumb on her chin, and tilted her head up. Her eyes came open and she met his. So close. Dropped his mouth. Closer. Her lips opened. Her irises grew wide and black. He breathed her breath and gave it back to her. Lips nearly touching. So close.

She tilted her head, bringing her mouth to his. Lips to his. And she laughed softly, a sound that was pure desire, a purr of need and want, vibrating through him.

He felt it to his core. An electric flame sped through him, hot as a flash fire. He pulled her to him, and kissed her as she laughed, rising on her toes, pressing hard to him. Her laughter softened as his tongue touched hers. Standing in the silent, empty bar, he danced a different kind of dance, pouring everything he knew about love and need and desire into the kiss. His body responded, growing hard. Demanding.

He dropped his hand and cupped her bottom, lifting her closer, pressing himself into the heat of her.

And her cell phone rang. It was a simple chime but insistent. She sighed into his mouth, a soft moan of longing and frustration. Without breaking the kiss, she pressed his chest away while reaching back and removing the cell from her back pocket. And she broke the kiss. Her eyes held his as the cell chimed, and she smiled, her lips full and slightly bruised. She answered the call.

“Jane Yellowrock.” And she turned away, moving to the front door of the Royal Mojo Blues Company and out into the sunlight.

Yes. He’d have her. Of her own free will and her own need and her own trust. And this one he would share with no one. No one at all.

Chronology of Books and Stories

“WeSa and the Lumber King” (in the compilation Have Stakes Will Travel)

“The Early Years” (in the compilation Cat Tales)

“Cat Tats” (in the compilation Cat Tales)

“Kits” (in the compilation Cat Tales)

“Haints” (in the compilation Have Stakes will Travel)

“Signatures of the Dead” (in the anthology Strange Brew and the compilation Have Stakes Will Travel)

Skinwalker

“First Sight” (in The Jane Yellowrock World Companion)

Blood Cross

Mercy Blade

“Easy Pickings” (crossover, alternative universe novella with C. E. Murphy)

“Blood, Fangs and Going Furry” (in the compilation Cat Tales)

“Dance Master” (in The Jane Yellowrock World Companion)

Raven Cursed

“Cajun With Fangs” (in the compilation Have Stakes will Travel)

“Golden Delicious” (in the anthology An Apple for the Teacher)

Death’s Rival

Blood Trade

“The Devil’s Left Boot” (in the anthology Kicking It)

“Beneath a Bloody Moon” (in the The Jane Yellowrock World Companion)

Jane Yellowrock Companion Guide Timeline

Faith’s Note: I’ve been asked by fans for a comprehensive timeline of the events in the Jane Yellowrock series for ages. Well, thanks to Carol, you finally get one. I adore it!

Carol’s note: The books and short stories are listed in order, with a short synopsis of each.

Stories:

WeSa and the Lumber King (in Have Stakes Will Travel): Beast, with Jane (or WeSa, as Beast thinks of her) in the background of her mind, observes the camp of white men. Beast feels as though the white men are responsible for the loss of hunting grounds and the destruction of the environment, and decides to kill one man out of this hunting party as retribution, as well as to take the meat he has. WeSa cautions Beast to not eat the flesh of or drink the blood of the white man. Beast kills the man and, after eating the meat he was carrying, walks off into the woods satisfied.

* * *

The Early Years (in Cat Tales): On her eighteenth birthday, Jane Yellowrock (so named because when she first walked out of the woods at the age of twelve, the Cherokee word that basically translates as “yellow rock” was the only word she said) is packing up her motorcycle, leaving the Bethel Nondenominational Christian Home to take a trainee job at a security firm in Asheville. Bobby, a year younger than Jane in years but very childlike, does not want her to leave. She has been his protector and his friend. Jane tells Bobby that it is time for her to leave, but she will come back to visit him. In addition to Bobby, Jane also hears the ever-present voice in the back of her mind—the one she tells no one about for fear of being thought crazy, the presence she continually forces to the background.

Jane had decided to take a detour on the way to her new job—to look for the horseshoe-shaped mountain and a nearby quartz boulder with gold running through it that are her only memories. Jane knew where the mountain was, thanks to the Internet, and after a night in a hotel along the way, she found the spot the next morning. Jane immediately feels as though she is home, but she also feels as though fur is rubbing against her insides. Exploring the area in the rain, Jane finds the quartz rock, with gold veins like the nugget in her necklace. After being bombarded with memories she has no idea how she could have experienced, Jane lies down on the rock and falls asleep. When Jane awakens, she is no longer Jane, but a Puma concolor, a mountain lion.

* * *

Cat Tats (in Cat Tales): For two years, undercover agent Rick LaFleur has been working on gaining access to Leo Pellissier, Master of the City of New Orleans, by taking jobs with lower-level vamps. One thing in his favor is that his uncle is security chief and primo for Katie, Leo’s heir. However, none of those things are of much help when he wakes up naked and bound in an old barn. Trying to make sense of where he is, Rick remembers the vampire Isleen that he had decided he could handle in order to have a little fun, but things did not go his way. As soon as it gets dark, Isleen comes in, soon followed by a woman—apparently a blood-servant, who tells Isleen that if she drinks from her again, she will be too weak to finish the spell in time.

After Isleen leaves to go hunting, Rick learns that the young woman/blood-servant, Loriann, is a witch whose younger brother Isleen is holding captive until Loriann completes a binding blood-spell on Rick. After going through a tarot deck with Rick cutting the cards a few times, Loriann asks him to choose what his tattoo will be: canines, equines, or felines. To his surprise, Rick chooses felines. He asks the witch why he is being used for this spell of revenge against the vampire Katie, and learns that she is a several-times great-grandmother to his mother, which explains where some of the money came from for big expenses over the years.

After the first night of tattooing, Rick begins to devise a plan to get away, gathering tools with which he makes stakes. When Loriann manages to get Isleen to agree to bring her brother along to the ceremony the next night, she tells Rick she will help him, even leaving him a knife. When Loriann arrives the next day, she tells Rick that she called Katie’s and told them what was going on, and that as soon as she sees that her brother is still alive, she will text them the address. Though Rick fails to stake Isleen in the spot he needs to, Leo and Katie arrive in time to kill the crazed vampire. Loriann and her brother are safe.

Thankfully, Rick learns the next day that the binding was not activated, but he has a feeling that there is something special about the bobcat and mountain lion tattoos he now wears.

* * *

Kits (in Cat Tales): On her way out of town to track down a rogue vamp on the loose in the North Carolina countryside, Jane needs to stop by the restaurant owned and operated by a family of sisters—some witch, some human—to pick up the tracking charm she had commissioned from one of them, Molly Trueblood. When she arrives at Seven Sassy Sisters Herb Shop and Café, Jane learns that Molly did not come in that morning, or even call. Sensing that something is very wrong, Jane proves herself as a friend to one of Molly’s sisters, first by mentioning that she stood up to some witch-haters on Molly’s behalf a while back, then by answering a few questions. Jane heads over to Molly’s home, a double-wide trailer on two acres, but as she approaches she notices what appears to be a storm cloud centered right over the house.

With Beast pressing upon her mind to get to Molly’s “kit,” Angie Baby, Jane considers calling in some of the witch sisters to help with what is obviously some type of magical problem. Unfortunately her phone has no signal, and shortly thereafter her motorcycle dies as well. Taking off at a run, Jane heads to Molly’s, seeing part of the roof being peeled back. When she gets inside, unable to resist the magical pull, Jane shifts into Beast, who finds and comforts Angie—from whom the magic is coming—by wrapping herself around the little girl. Soon the maelstrom of magic dissipates, and when Molly comes over to look Beast in the face, she sees Jane in her eyes, as well as the necklace Jane always wears. Beast then leaves, and after dark Jane once again emerges, waking up on the ground next to her bike.

Missing her jacket and boots, Jane decides to go up near the house to see if Molly hears her outside. Molly comes on the porch, thanks Jane for everything (she and Evan had not expected Angie’s powers to manifest until puberty), and over tea Molly swears undying friendship to Jane, and Jane tells Molly she is a skinwalker—the first time she has ever told anyone that.

* * *

Haints (in Have Stakes Will Travel): Molly Trueblood, earth witch, has been called in by a local coven to check out what seems to be a haunting of an older house being renovated into an office. For support and assistance, Molly’s friend Jane Yellowrock has joined her to examine the place. Molly is reminded of Jane’s “secret” as she observes her friend’s catlike behavior while she goes through the rooms. Jane states that she smells both witch and vampire, but not anything dead as Molly feels there is. When prompted by Jane, Molly senses a very old ward and a keep-away spell, and also learns that Jane can now sense witch magic since being around Molly and Evan.

When Molly concentrates, she can see that the spell is protecting one corner of the room where there is a cloth covering other items. However, as soon as she says out loud that she needs to get through the spell in order to find out what talisman might be causing it, she is overcome with feelings of dread, which she realizes is due to the spell. Jane reports that a ladder started to move when Molly said she needed to go have a look at the corner, so Jane decides she will be the one to go exploring. Jane finds an old stethoscope, and Molly sees green tendrils of magic going up Jane’s arms until she drops the spelled item and then smacks it, neutralizing the spell. Molly now is able to more closely examine the stethoscope/amulet, but as she does so, Jane shouts to her as a headboard comes flying down the stairs and straight at Molly. Jane tells Molly to leave the house, which she does, dodging items as she goes. Jane informs Molly that a vampire owned the stethoscope.

Later that evening, Jane joins Molly and Evan at their house to share what she has learned about the house’s previous inhabitants. There was a doctor named Hainbridge in the town in 1870, 1910, and 1940, and from the hand-painted portraits she found, it was obviously the same man—the vampire she sensed. The doctor had a human son who contracted leukemia in 1845, and his father’s efforts to treat him resulted in madness. Since other approaches didn’t work, the doctor turned the son—a forbidden practice. The two disappeared from the area at the time of the Civil War, but returned in 1870, involving witches from a local coven.

Molly, Jane, and Evan know they need to figure out what type of spell is active in the house, and Jane insists that the two witches should get paid for their work. After Evan negotiates with the lawyer doing the renovations, with some prodding from a demonstration from the “poltergeist,” a satisfactory financial arrangement is reached. After spending the day researching past owners of the house, one a witch who had disappeared, Molly, Jane, and Evan head over to the place to try and ascertain what they are up against.

Through various preparations and workings, the three observe what Molly decides is a bubble or pocket universe, where actions get repeated over and over again. The group observes a woman being attacked by the vampire child, her stabbing the boy with knitting needles, and the vampire doctor attempting (unsuccessfully) to save his child while letting the woman die. Molly knows the vampire looked right at her, so it seems he must still be alive in there, and both Evan and Jane conclude that blood-magic got mixed in and has caused the spell to run in a loop. Jane decides that the vamp has to die when Molly breaks the spell, so the decision is made to call in a local cop to serve as witness.

Detective Paul Braxton retired to the Asheville area, but got bored and wanted to go back to work. After meeting with Molly, Jane, and Evan the next morning, he agrees to their plan. That evening the group of four breaks the spell, which frees the vampire, and Jane kills him. Jane worries that Molly will feel differently about her after seeing her in killing mode, but Molly assures her that is not the case. A few weeks later, one evening at dinner Angie Baby announces that Molly is going to have a baby (which she didn’t even know herself yet), and Jane confirms this, saying she thinks it will be a boy.

* * *

Signatures of the Dead (in both Have Stakes Will Travel and the anthology Strange Brew): At the house of Molly Trueblood, earth witch and best friend of Jane Yellowrock, Detective Paul Braxton (Brax), Evan (Molly’s husband), Jane, and Molly have gathered to consult about a recent killing of the McCarley family in the area. The deaths are clearly vamp attacks, but owing to Molly’s special talent of sensing death, Brax is asking her to come to the scene to determine how many vamps were involved, where they are holing up during the day, and says he needs a protection spell for when he goes after them. Despite Evan’s protests, Molly agrees to go to the house, and she asks Jane to accompany them.

Jane and Molly meet Brax at the house. Before going inside, Molly calls upon her power, and closes her eyes so as not to experience the physical world through her heightened senses. Once they go in the house, with Molly’s hand on Jane’s arm, the barrage of horror hits Molly—she knows exactly what happened to each family member. Jane carries Molly out of the house, plopping her on the ground. Molly reports that there were seven vamps, all crazy except for the sire, also young for a vampire. Outside, Molly senses the path the rogues took on their way out, but also that they played around on the swing set before doing so. Molly distracts Brax with a few other details so that Jane is able to remove a piece of cloth snagged on a bush.

Molly knows Jane’s secret—that she is a skinwalker whose other persona is a Puma concolor, and that Beast can track the vamps using the cloth. That evening, Molly records Jane’s shift (at Jane’s request), and gives Beast a ride to the McCarley house so she can find and follow the vamp trail. At four a.m. Molly gets a call from Jane, telling her to meet her at the old Partman Place and reminding her to bring food. When Molly arrives, Jane tells her that the vamps have been living there in the mine for a while.

While Jane sleeps on a cot in a back room of the shop Molly runs with her sisters, Molly takes Brax out to the Partman Place so he can look it over. When he asks how she knows the vamps are there, she tells him she used a tracking spell. Brax relies that the NCIC database does not have information on any such thing, and Molly gets upset that her family is being exposed. Brax assures Molly that her name has not been used in any way, and that he shields her as much as he can. Once Molly calms down, Brax goes to check out the mine. When he returns, the two hatch a plan to seal the vamps up in the mine for the night, and to return in the daytime with more people.

Unfortunately the plan does not work, and results in a situation that hits close to home: Molly’s pregnant sister, Carmen, is missing and her husband dead. With the family in an uproar and trying to deal with the news, Jane tells Molly that if she gives her a ride to the mine, she will go in as Beast and ascertain where Carmen might be. Jane suggests that the vamps may be holding Carmen in order to possibly turn her later, given the power that witches possess. Molly agrees, and Jane reports back that Carmen is indeed alive, and so are two teenaged girls. After working on spells with her sisters and discussion with everyone, the decision is made that Molly, Jane, Brax, and Evan will all go to the mine, under the cover of an obfuscation spell.

The group of four arrives at the mine, fitted with weapons and charms. Early in the action, Evan gets wounded, but Molly uses a healing amulet and they get him outside where an ambulance is called. The trio finds Carmen and the two girls, moving them out of the room they are being held in and to the outside. Vamps attack both Jane and Brax, and despite Molly’s attempt to save Brax with one of the charms, he dies anyway. Jane is able to heal after shifting to Beast. Despite their sad loss of Brax, all of the vampires are destroyed.

Skinwalker, Book One

I Travel Light: Jane Yellowrock, vamp killer, recently recovering from a job that almost killed her, arrives in New Orleans to meet with Katie Fonteneau, a vampire who has lived in the area for many years. It seems there is a rogue vamp on the loose in New Orleans, and Katie wants to hire Jane to track it down and kill it—legally, of course. On her way down the street toward Katie’s, on her new motorcycle, Jane notices a guy in a doorway watching her, but he does not seem threatening.

Never having met a “civilized” vamp before, Jane is not sure what to expect. She gets greeted at the door by a big man she nicknames Troll, who takes her proffered card and abruptly closes the door in her face. While waiting for his return, the intriguing guy she knew was watching her earlier pulls his bike up beside hers, and then comes up to wait near her. When Troll returns, Jane goes inside with him, giving up most of her weapons (other than a few she keeps well hidden).

Troll escorts Jane to meet Katie, and all seems to be going well until Katie does not recognize Jane’s scent—other than identifying her as a fellow predator—and vamps out, leaping at Jane, who pulls out her weapons and takes a defensive stance. Jane tells Katie that she isn’t human, but unless Katie plans to tell Jane where her own daytime lair is, Jane will not tell Katie what exactly she is. The two agree to keep their own secrets. Jane and Katie discuss terms, and Jane learns that Katie has provided her with a house that meets all of her requirements (including the large boulders she requested). Jane will receive a twenty percent bonus if she completes her job in ten days, and Katie gives her the folder of crime scene photos and cloths with blood traces.

Okay, I Was Paranoid: Troll and Jane test each other when they leave the room—him wanting to know where she hid her guns, her not telling him—but their interchange ends peacefully, with Troll giving Jane an envelope containing money, her contract, and keys. Feeling pleased that she had successfully stood up to Katie as she walks toward her bike, Jane scents the same guy that she had seen before going inside. Jane realizes that the man had tried to open the locks on her saddlebags, which, unluckily for him, were spelled. After a brief exchange, during which the guy (who Jane thinks of as the Joe, as in an ordinary Joe) says he had hoped he’d get the job Katie was hiring for, Jane rides around the block to look at her new temporary home, which backs up against Katie’s Ladies. Judging the house to be at least two hundred years old, Jane evaluates the security and finds cameras, indoors and in the garden, which she destroys. Next up, a call to her friend, Molly, an earth witch, and a short chat with Angelina, Molly’s very powerful six-year-old witch daughter.

Jane decides to let Beast take over in order to hunt the rogue from the scents on the cloths given to her by Katie. Beast is the consciousness that resides within Jane, the one Jane allows to take precedence when she shifts into animal form. After going through the process of the change out in the garden, Beast eats the meat Jane left for her, and then takes in the scents on the cloth. Beast follows the trail, with Jane’s consciousness keeping her on track as to her goal, and discovers where the attacks took place. Beast believes she smells a “liver-eater,” but Jane has no idea what that means. After being fed a hamburger by a homeless man, Beast heads back to Jane’s house, to the garden, and shifts back into human form.

I’m a Tea Snob: Jane awakens into her own body out in the garden, musing over her history with Beast. She doesn’t know how she trapped Beast within her, but the cat knows and likes to sometimes make her suffer just a little for it. She does remember shifting back and forth between human and panther a few times over the years before she was discovered wandering in the woods at the approximate age of twelve. Given the scars on her body, Jane believes she shifted into human form at that time to heal herself from being shot, just as shifting into Beast form can heal injuries sustained while human. Making her way inside the house, Jane fixes some tea and oatmeal—foods she enjoys after her shift back.

After a phone call to Molly, Jane heads to bed for some much-needed sleep. She awakens at two p.m. to knocking on the door, and sees the guy she thinks of as the Joe standing outside. She opens the door, and after the guy states that she wasn’t home last night, he asks her to go eat lunch with him, also telling her she can call Troll (whose real name is Tom) to find out more about him. After learning that his name is Rick LaFleur, Jane closes the door, calls Tom, and finds out that Rick is his nephew, and recently he has been doing security jobs for the local vampire community. Beast likes Rick; she is impatient for Jane to take a mate.

Rick takes Jane to a restaurant and bar with delicious food and an unusual bartender/cook: Antoine, whose handshake crackles with a searching power up Jane’s arm. Unsure of what she is feeling, Jane is put on her guard, though the man is not threatening.

You Scare the Pants Offa Me: After they leave the restaurant/bar with full stomachs, Jane decides it’s time to see how useful Rick may prove for local information—her interest is only professional, of course. Rick tells Jane that she scares him, as he knows she’s not human, but has no idea what she may be, and he knows an awful lot about her recent activities, thanks to an Internet video that caught Jane and Molly coming out of the mine after killing the family of rogue vamps a few months earlier. Since he knows more about Jane than she feels comfortable with, and he then tries to put his hand on her neck, Jane takes Rick down and plants her elbow in his gut for good measure. Despite his laughter, Jane feels pretty sure Rick will lose interest in her after that.

Jane gets on her bike, Bitsa (so named because she is a combination of bits and pieces), heading out to meet with the butcher and to acquire some clothes more appropriate for the sweltering New Orleans weather. After success on both fronts, Jane returns to her house to get ready for dinner at Katie’s. She then examines closely the paperwork she received from Tom/Troll the night before, which includes her contract and some information on the seven vampire clans of New Orleans. Signing the contract, Jane heads over to Katie’s, and is greeted by Tom at the front door. They briefly discuss Rick, and Tom says he will check with Katie to see if it is okay for Rick to get paid for helping her with her job.

It Was Wicked Sharp: Jane finds herself surprised at Katie’s employees—they do not fit the picture of hookers that she carries in her head. As they are sitting down to dinner, a scream comes from another part of the house. Jane and the girls follow the sound and run to the room where they see Katie vamped out. Tom tells them all to go back to dinner. Partway through the meal, Katie appears, asking Jane to come with her. In Katie’s office, Jane sees Tom with blood on his neck, and Katie, bewildered, says she somehow took too much blood from him. She knows Jane has medical training as an EMT, and wants her to perform a blood transfusion using one of the girls. Jane refuses, but does give Tom an IV for fluids and calls the doctor Katie uses. Jane knows something is off with Katie’s behavior, and the vampire tells her she had a call from Leo Pellissier, Master of the City, about another vampire taken from her lair, and that Leo is on his way over.

When the doorbell rings, Jane arms herself with a couple of Tom’s weapons and sees two men outside. She opens the door, and the Leo’s human servant goes for Jane when he sees her cross and does not recognize her. A scuffle between the three ensues, Jane identifies herself, dubs the blood-servant Bruiser, and Katie comes in, telling the men that the blood they smell is from one of her people she needed to punish. Katie also apologizes to Leo for Jane’s behavior, and though he accepts the apology, Leo warns that nothing like that had better happen again. Katie tells Jane she can interview the girls tomorrow, so Jane heads back to her house to prepare for a shift and a hunt.

Paranoid Sometimes Pays Off: Beast catches scent of the rogue (mad one) in the vicinity of Katie’s, then follows the scent several blocks, coming upon a fresh kill the rogue just committed. Beast notices that the mad one’s wrinkles and rot smell seem to have dissipated after feeding. The mad one escapes up a wall. Beast catches a ride on a truck, following the trail into the woods. Puzzled by what she finds, Beast decides it is time for Jane to reemerge.

Not sure of her location, Jane gets dressed with the clothes in her pack and heads over to a convenience store. Convincing the clerk to call her a cab, Jane has Rinaldo, the cabdriver, stop at a drive-through before dropping her off at home. Pleased that she has an understanding with Rinaldo to pick her up in the future whenever she calls, Jane is not happy to find Rick on her stoop.

Rick wants to know where Jane was last night. She lets him in the house, but tells him to wait while she showers. To Jane’s surprise, Rick makes tea. He tells her that the rogue killed again last night, and Jane says she knows—that she was tracking him and got there too late, and that the police did not see her because of an obfuscation spell. Rick says he knew the murdered woman. Jane sniffs Rick in a very strange way (Beast-like), and scents the perfume on him that she also got from the cloth, meaning the rogue and Rick had been with the same woman. Wondering what this information means, Jane tells Rick she needs to sleep, and that she will give him some addresses to track down later that evening.

Fly It: Jane leaves a message for Molly, asking her to call and reminding her to check her house wards, which also serve as protection from government agencies finding out about Molly’s family’s power. Jane wakens at three p.m. to knocking—this time it is two NOPD officers at her door, a woman and a man. The two interrogate Jane about her activities, especially relating to what she observed the night before about the woman’s death. The female officer, Jodi, takes a psy-meter out of her pocket, telling Jane that she registers a sixty-two, a powerful reading. Jane passes this off as residual magic left on her from hanging around witches. The male officer shows his true colors as a bigot regarding supernaturals, and ultimately Jodi tells him to leave. Jane and Jodi agree to share information as needed.

After a brief visit and tea with Miz A, who works at Katie’s Ladies, Jane takes off on Bitsa, and finds herself following the trail of the rogue. Ending up back where Beast had come last night, at a small gray house that calls to her, Jane rings the doorbell, and a Cherokee woman answers, speaking to Jane in Cherokee, which somehow Jane is able to understand.

A Warrior Woman: Drinking an ice-cold Coke and eating warm cookies, Jane learns that the woman’s name is Aggie One Feather. Jane asks Aggie about the stories surrounding liver-eaters, and to her surprise, she is told that they are skinwalkers gone evil. During their conversation, Jane finds that bits and pieces of her memories are returning to her, but when Aggie asks her what she is, Jane becomes immediately defensive. Aggie relates some of the liver-eater tales, and offers to allow Jane the use of the sweat lodge if she needs it, saying it will help center her prior to battle, though she believes it unlikely that Jane will take her up on it. When Jane returns to her house, she smells the cloth with the scents once again, and realizes that she also smells someone Cherokee.

After returning home, Jane vaults the wall separating her house from Katie’s, noticing that the camera set to keep an eye on Katie has been removed. From a new scent that Jane detects, she knows that Rick was the one who removed it, and by the older trace, she realizes that the camera was placed there by Bruiser/George, Leo’s primo, which causes Jane to wonder if Leo is spying on his own people. Tom spots Jane coming down from the wall, and lets her know that she has annoyed Katie by missing a meeting with her. Joining the girls for dinner inside, Jane learns some of the background for a few of them, including that Leo sometimes exercises his “dark rights,” giving him first dibs on the girls, but it is not really clear which of those rights (blood or sex) he exercises.

I Really Love Rock and Roll: Enjoying a fun though not particularly informative dinner with the girls, Jane stops by to chat briefly with Tom. When she asks why Leo would have been spying on Katie, Tom says he wouldn’t have been, given the rules of the Vampira Carta. Jane also learns that using the term “vamp” is an insult to vampires, who prefer the term Mithrans. Jane once again reminds herself that she plans to someday find out why vamps react to Christian symbols the way they do. Jane tells Tom that she plans to go out dancing, in order to do some sniffing around.

After dressing in the skirt and blouse she picked up on her shopping expedition, and hiding a few weapons in secret spots, Jane finds Rick and Bliss, one of Katie’s Ladies who is a witch that doesn’t seem to realize it, at her front door, planning to accompany her. When they arrive at the Royal Mojo BluesCompany , Jane takes to the dance floor, joined by several other women. Shortly thereafter, she hears Bliss scream. Taking off to find the girl, Jane ends up in the restroom, having come upon a young rogue feeding off Bliss. Jane battles the vamp who has either escaped or been released before his time, and after the police arrive, Jane leaves to track the vamp, the scent of Bliss’ blood a strong beacon.

Semper Fi: While tracking the vamp through the New Orleans streets, Jane puts in a call to Leo, as he is head of the local vampire council. Speaking to Bruiser, Jane tells him about the attack, and that she is on the trail of the vamp. After getting her location, Bruiser tells her that help is on the way. When she gets to the point where she can smell the vamp all around her, Jane also becomes aware that there are now two, which Beast thinks is its mate. Realizing that she is now the one being hunted, Jane sees a door open in a building ahead, and three heavily armed young men step outside. One of them calls out to her, saying Leo sent them to help. Jane asks if the three can take down the male, which is closest to them, and she will take the female. In the ensuing scuffle, both vamps are killed, but one of the young men is injured, as is Jane, in the arm. After speaking briefly with the leader of the three men, Derek Lee, a former marine, Jane sneaks off so she can shift in order to heal.

WeSa . . . Bobcat: Jane finds a home with a large koi pond to rinse the severed head of the young vamp in, removing her blood. While doing so, she wonders if she did the right thing in this case, killing the young girl, or if she should have let Leo capture and restrain her until her period of madness wore off. Jane heads home.

When Jane arrives back at her freebie house, she immediately senses Leo and Bruiser inside. After a brief discussion, during which Leo makes it clear that he is none too pleased that Derek’s man is injured and Derek now wants to find the vamp responsible for creating the ones killed that night, Jane tosses Leo the head. After getting a container for the head, Bruiser restrains Jane so that Leo can look at her wound. He decides to heal her, and realizes that she is some sort of supernatural creature he cannot identify. During the process of receiving his blood, Jane experiences a memory of her first shift, along with her father. When she comes back to the present, Jane sees Leo staring down at her, in vamped-out mode.

Naked Vamps. And the Food Was Naked, Too: Rather than being afraid, Jane feels relaxed, and even grateful to Leo for returning the memory of her father to her. Jane thanks Leo, but turns down his offer to share his bed. When Leo once again asks Jane what type of creature she is, she says him she will share that information if he will tell her where vampires originated. Leo explains that all supernatural beings (weres and elves also, which Jane is astonished to learn exist) were created by a curse, but is reluctant to say any more. Leo then invites to Jane to attend a vampire gathering where most of the ones in the vicinity will be in attendance. As Leo and Bruiser leave, Jane lies down and thinks over some of what she learned about her own history, understanding that she remained in cat form for a long time, until needing to regenerate and so shifted into human form. Since skinwalkers revert to a remembered age when they shift, they have a longer life span. Jane drifts off to sleep.

When she awakens, Jane decides to visit the church in the strip mall where she bought her clothes. Afterward, she decides to take a ride looking over some of the vampire clan homes—the public ones where they entertained. Her first stop is at the Clan Arceneau location, where she is greeted by a large guy with a big gun. After carefully showing identification, and submitting to a professional search by the big guy’s twin, Jane is allowed to enter the house and have a chat with the two men, blood-servants to the clan blood-master, Grégoire. Jane learns the difference between blood-servants and blood-slaves, and discovers that the twins are unhappy about the rise of blood donors, as they do not have the same kind of ties and therefore leave both parts of the arrangement vulnerable. On her way out, Jane notices a very revealing painting with the twins, Katie, Leo, and Grégoire, and learns that the twins were born in 1822.

You May Call Upon Me: Jane puts on her one black dress (which travels well), and she and Bruiser share an appreciation for each other when he arrives to pick her up. Jane causes a stir briefly, a situation Bruiser defuses by introducing her as the rogue hunter. Loading her plate with food, Jane wanders the house, meeting up with Bettina, the blood-master of Clan Rousseau, who is very interested in Jane. Ending up in a room with a nice sound system playing salsa music, Jane dances with Bruiser, who comes in to tell her Leo wants to speak with her. Leo observes their very intense dance, and claims Jane for a rumba, which draws an audience. A short time later Jane watches as Leo presents the guest of honor and his biological son, as his heir. The latter does not seem to be a very popular idea with many of the vamps in attendance, a fact that Jane finds interesting and files away for further investigation.

The next day, Jane walks around the Quarter, and spots Antoine. Deciding to follow him, Jane trails the man to the Royal Mojo Blues Company, which Jane now knows is owned by Leo. Observing from a short distance at first, Jane then goes inside the establishment and discovers two things: Antoine is meeting Rick and a woman who looks vaguely familiar, and the woman’s scent identifies her as the one sleeping with the rogue. Jane then realizes she has seen the woman’s picture in the paper—she is the mayor’s wife.

Beast Was Born: Jane heads back to the house and shifts, determining that Beast needs to track those she saw together. Beast tracks the scent of Rick and Anna (the mayor’s wife) to an apartment, and when Beast goes inside, it is obvious the two are having sex. When Rick leaves, Beast follows him, and when he gets on his bike to leave, it occurs to Jane that he is likely heading back home and may come looking for her. Beast races home over the miles, and when Jane emerges, she feels sick and overheated. That much of a run is not good for a cat the size of Beast. After showering, Jane goes through the house following Bruiser’s scent, seeing where he had looked when he was in there during her absence.

Exhausted, Jane goes to sleep, and immediately begins dreaming about her time as a bobcat when she was a girl, and comes to realize that this is a memory. She comes upon buried meat that is someone else’s kill, and while eating it, she is interrupted by a bigger cat. The two fight, and to save herself, We Sa, the bobcat, ends up pulling the other cat, body and soul, inside herself. The newly merged Beast goes to take care of the bigger cat’s kits. When Jane awakens, she understands what she did as a child that drew/captured Beast inside her—black magic, though inadvertent.

I Was Still Buck Naked: Screams wake Jane—screams coming from Katie’s. She races out of the house, taking crosses, stakes, and a gun, but realizes she is still completely naked. Deciding that is the least of her problems, Jane vaults the wall between the two yards and runs into Katie’s house. Hearing sounds from the dining room, Jane goes on to the office, and arrives to see Tom restrained while Katie is being fed upon, literally, by the rogue. Jane tries to decide the best course of action, afraid she may hit Katie with some of the deadly rounds in her gun. The rogue looks up and tries to control Jane’s mind, but the momentum she has causes her to crash into him, with Beast’s help to free her mind from his control. Jane tries the stake the rogue, but he gets away. Jane notices that the creature’s scent signature is actually changing in some way, which shouldn’t be possible. Down the hall Jane finds that Miz A has been seriously injured, but gets one of the girls, Indigo, to call Leo and an ambulance. Asking Indigo to not mention her presence at all, Jane leaves and resolves to track the rogue, though she has no clear idea of what she is dealing with.

Are Crosses Weapons? Jane follows the rogue’s scent on Bitsa, and realizes that one of the smells she has been picking up is sweetgrass, an herb often used in Cherokee ceremonies. Beast sends Jane a few clues, about searching for the rogue by some of his habits, which leads her to Aggie One Feather’s place. Once she arrives there, Aggie says her mother wishes to speak to Jane, but she must remove her weapons before entering the house. Jane does so, and Aggie’s mother tells Jane that she is very old, and during their brief conversation Jane glimpses a memory from the Trail of Tears. Aggie’s mother says Jane needs to return after her battle to go through a sweat lodge ritual. Jane searches the woods for the rogue, but is confused when his scent just disappears. She and Beast figure out that he must have an underground lair, and Jane finds the hidden door to a cave. The creature is not in there, and since there are exits in a water main, Jane cannot follow.

Stick a Dollar in Your Garter? When Jane returns to her neighborhood, there is still a strong law enforcement presence outside Katie’s, and given the heavy artillery she is carrying, Jane doesn’t want to be spotted by them. She catches Bruiser’s attention, and over tea inside her house they have a conversation about the fact that Leo has security cameras on the vamps of the city. Jane learns that five vampires have been attacked, but that no one has spotted the rogue to describe him. Since Jane saw him, she gives Bruiser a description.

Woken from sleep by her ringing phone, Jane hears Tom telling her that in order for Katie to be healed, the other vamps are sending her to ground (burying her), and he wants Jane to go and observe. Jane knows that the vamps sense she was nearby, so she decides to shift into a non-Beast form so as to draw less attention. She chooses the form of an owl, which is tricky as it involves an animal of much smaller mass, which is why she has the boulders in the back yard. Unfortunately by taking this form Jane will submerge Beast, meaning Jane will not have the benefit of her guidance.

We Still Search for Absolution: In her form as an owl, Jane flies to the location of the meeting, and is surprised to find what appears to be an old chapel with many freestanding crypts surrounding it. She sees an old woman vampire, dressed in what resembles a nun’s habit, step out of the building. Then vampires begin to arrive, followed by a hearse containing a coffin. The two human drivers make a quick exit. When the ceremony begins, with the priestess, Sabina, making a call for blood donations, one vampire, Rafael Torrez of Clan Mearkanis, steps forward to challenge the call, saying it was Katie’s fault she got attacked. After a back-and-forth discussion between Rafael and Leo, Rafael withdraws his challenge. During the conversation, Sabina makes reference to the vampires’ sin of attempting to steal from God, which puzzles and interests Jane. All of the clan blood-masters offers blood from their arms into Katie’ coffin, and once again Jane is startled when she hears them chanting in Aramaic, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” The coffin is shut away, the vampires leave, and then Sabina speaks to Jane’s owl form, wondering if she is an emissary from God, saying that they (the vampires) still seek forgiveness. After Sabina goes inside, Jane sees a figure come out of another crypt, recognizes the rogue, and watches him try to get into the Pellissier family vault. The rogue then begins to shape-change.

I’m Psychic: The rogue changes partway into what resembles a sabertooth, and then notices Jane’s bird form. Down too low and unable to gain height quickly, the rogue takes a swipe at Jane. hitting some of her feathers. Sabina come outside, and the rogue goes after her. Jane rushes at the creature, using her beak on the back of his neck. As she flies away, Jane sees Sabina wield a cross that exudes a bright light, which scares away the rogue creature. Jane follows him through the woods, watches him enter a house from which she soon hears cries, but sees another man, not the rogue/liver-eater, come out and drive away. Racing back to her house so she can change back before dawn, Jane comes back to her human form, feeling woozy and out of sorts. Angelina calls her, saying she was frightened when Jane was in bird form, asking her not to do it again. Jane agrees.

Waking once again to someone knocking loudly on her door, Jane finds Rick, who asks her to go horseback riding. Since she is starving, Jane says she needs to eat, and makes steak for both her and Rick. After they eat, Jane says she needs to ride her bike out to Westwego, the area of the chapel and the house where the rogue may have committed a murder. When they arrive at the graveyard, Jane and Rick see the damage done to some of the crypts. Since Leo’s security knows about their entrance, given the sensors at the gate, Jane calls Bruiser to warn the team on its way not to shoot and at her and Rick, and gives him some other information. Jane and Rick leave to go to the house the rogue disappeared into the night before.

Crap. I’m Starting to Like Vamps: Arriving at the house where Jane saw the rogue/liver-eater vanish, she calls the police, at which point Rick says he will be leaving. After he leaves, Jane walks around to find the place where the rogue came in, and she spots some very large prints, some part cat, part human. Despite Beast’s desire to cover them up, Jane leaves the evidence intact. While waiting for the police to arrive, Jane looks over the paperwork Rick gave her from the research he did on the property owners. It turns out that Anna, the mayor’s wife, owns a lot of land that borders on Jean Lafitte Park, something that sets off alarm bells for Jane.

After Jodi and her team arrive, they go inside, leaving Jane to speculate on what she has discovered. She thinks perhaps the man she saw leaving the house last night was actually the liver-eater, having taken on the guise of someone else after killing him. Jodi eventually comes back outside to talk to Jane, and after a brief discussion in which each of them shares information with the other, Jodi reluctantly allows Jane to enter the crime scene.

The Lord of the Manor: Despite her familiarity with blood and guts, what Jane sees inside the house sickens her. She asks Jodi what the psy-meter shows, and the readings go wild. Jodi uses the opportunity to aim it at Jane also, but though the readings are higher than what a human would give off, they are nothing crazy like those of the rogue. Jane heads back to her house, and after showering and eating, Jane heads over to Katie’s. Tom answers the door, and Jane knows that Leo is there—Tom says to feed healing blood to him, Miz A, and the girls. Suddenly Jane is attacked by a vamp, who turns out to be Amitee, who is about to marry Leo’s son. Jane uses one of her crosses, and Bruiser comes to remove the vamp after Leo has calmed her down. Since she had smelled Indigo on Amitee, Jane demands to see the girl to ensure that she is okay. Jane then questions Leo’s moving into Katie’s business operations, since it seems to her that Tom should be in charge. After looking at legal documents that say that very thing, Jane suggests that Tom knew all of this but needed Leo’s help so never brought the subject up. Jane leaves, irritated at Leo’s antiquated attitude but satisfied he is not abusing his position.

All That I Wanted: Learning that Anna plans to attend a social event that evening, Jane shifts into Beast that night in order to track her. Trailing Anna home, Beast and Jane overhear a phone conversation between the mayor and Rick, about land deals. When Anna’s small dog senses Beast in the backyard, Jane has to restrain the overeager cat from making a snack out of the pet. Jane placates Beast by telling her to hunt in the woods before returning to the house. Beast wants a bigger prize, however, and taunts Jane after Jane reemerges. Deciding she needs to hunt again that evening, Jane goes into the garden, and discovers that Beast has taken it upon herself to become a bigger cat, scaring Jane. She shares a memory with Jane, of the time she killed a liver-eater.

Mass to Mass, Stone to Stone: Big-cat Beast and Jane discover the rogue’s newest kill site—a homeless man living in a tent. Hitching a ride on top of a truck bed, Beast tracks the rogue, and Jane is puzzled by the primarily vampire scent it now has. Locating the house where the creature stopped, Beast and Jane see Anna pull up, and hear the conversation she is having on the phone with her husband. Shortly after she goes inside, Rick arrives and rushes in. Beast runs in to find Rick attacked by the partially shifted rogue, and the two big cats fight. The rogue gets away by changing into human form, first Cherokee, then another that Jane seems to recognize. After the rogue gets away, Jane begs Beast to shift, and then she puts on her clothes and goes in to help Rick. After providing some medical aid, Jane calls the emergency contact number in Rick’s phone, which turns out to be Jodi, positioning the phone so Rick can speak to her. Jane spots another area bleeding heavily, and then gets a clear look at Rick’s tatoos—a panther and a bobcat, her two cat forms.

You Should Have Come When I Asked: Hearing the approaching sirens, Jane has to decide whether to stay and face questioning, or leave and risk leaving prints or other evidence behind. With Beast’s encouragement, she makes the choice to stay, and talks to Jodi briefly on the phone. Jane knows for sure now that Rick is an undercover cop. While they are all distracted, Jane leaves, tries to wash the worst of the blood out of her clothes, and calls for Rinaldo to bring his cab and pick her up. Almost fainting from hunger from her shift, Jane needs to eat. After stuffing her face sufficiently and then showering, Jane thinks about the face of the rogue she saw in the car, and knows it is Grégoire, blood-master of Clan Arceneau. Jane calls Leo, to ask for the favor of healing Rick, who will not survive without vampire blood, and Leo leaves immediately. Heading over to the Clan Arceneau house, Jane knows something is wrong when the place is dark. A human servant greets Jane when she kicks the door in, and then Jane spots Dominique, a vamp she met at the big gathering. Jane quickly learns that Grégoire is not the rogue, but that the creature has been holding him prisoner for two months, and has now shackled Dominique and others living there. When she learns the name of the rogue, Jane takes off.

Witchy Power: Jane rides over to Leo’s, to kill the rogue—Immanuel, Leo’s son. Riding Bitsa inside the house, Jane comes face-to-face with the creature she has been hunting. When staking him doesn’t work, Jane realizes that what has happened is that a skinwalker/liver-eater killed Immanuel and took his place. In the midst of their battle, Jane and the rogue are both immobilized by a witch command: stop. Antoine and a woman come into the room. When Antoine approaches the rogue to kill him, one of Jane’s witch charms activates, negating Antoine’s spell. Freed, the rogue kills both Antoine and the female witch. He and Jane fight, with her the victor, but her arm is badly injured. Taking a picture of the dead creature, Jane leaves.

Untender Mercies of the Human World: Jane shifts quickly in order to heal her serious wound, and then convinces Beast to shift back after eating the steaks. After showering and eating, Jane calls Bruiser, who has a lot of questions. Jane carefully tells him as much of the truth as she can, without giving her away her own secrets. Jane tells Bruiser to search Immanuel’s room, and what kinds of things to look for, which he does find. Next Jane calls Jodi, inviting the detective to join her when she meets with the vamp council.

As she expected, some of the council members try to get out of paying her, since the rogue was not really a vampire, but when Jane tells them about the photographic evidence she posted on her Web site, suggesting that people may get the idea that the New Orleans council can’t be trusted, they agree to honor their deal. In fact, Jane gets asked to stay and investigate who is turning humans and then leaving them out on their own, like the two she faced with Derek Lee. Jane says she will think about it. When they are leaving, Jodi makes it clear she would like to get together over coffee sometime.

When she arrives home, Jane senses Leo in her house. She manages to reason with him, explaining the dead creature was not really his son. Though he backs down, Leo says she will pay for killing the rogue that wore his son’s face. Leo leaves.

A week later, Molly and the kids are on their way to visit Jane, and she is overjoyed.

Blood Cross, Book Two

I Like the Fire. Can I Come Play? Despite the inconveniences caused by Hurricane Ada, Jane is enjoying the visit from Molly and her two children, Angie and Little Evan. They have been there with her in New Orleans for a week, and even though nothing bad has happened, other than the storm, Jane is on edge, worried that Leo may come calling in his grief-stricken state over his son’s death, and how he will react to Jane’s perceived role in it. Molly tells Jane she needs to shift, knowing it’s been a week since she has done so, assuring her friend that she and the kids will be fine for a night. Molly also encourages Jane to go see Aggie One Feather to make use of the sweat lodge, and to find out more about her past. Jane worries that she won’t like what she hears about skinwalkers.

Thinking over her current situation, including the new contract for discovering what vamp is creating new progeny and then leaving them to fend for themselves rather than keeping them away from humans until they have settled out and become sane, Jane catches a whiff of smoke, and vamp. Jane goes out to her porch to find four vampires with torches and what might be kerosene containers. Leo appears at the front of the group, accusing Jane once again of killing his son. Suddenly the situation gets defused by the appearance of Angelina, who comes out to talk to Leo. After seeing there is at least one child in the house, Leo backs down. When he leaves, the vamps still there speak of the “dolore,” and that a decision must be made; then they leave, saying they will uphold the Vampira Carta.

Despite worrying about what Leo may ultimately do, Jane decides the best thing to do now is to get back to work on her current case so she can be done with it. She gathers her weapons and other gear and sets out on Bitsa for the part of town where she and a group of men took down the young vamps a few weeks earlier. When she gets to the location, Jane asks to see Derek Lee, and hears a shotgun being set into position.

Have Stakes Will Travel: Jane knows she has a laser sight aimed at her, so she continues to loudly identify herself, and finally Derek comes outside. When he asks Jane what she wants, she says safe passage to hunt for the sire making the rogues. Derek thanks her for the bounties for the two young vamps they killed together a couple of weeks earlier. They discuss Leo’s situation (including the fact that he told Derek he wanted him to kill him if he ever went rogue), and strike a deal that Jane will get the money for the six young vamps Derek and his men have killed since the last time she saw him, but will turn it over to Derek, as he seems to want to stay out of any involvement with the vamp council. Jane leaves, going to the scene of a vamp kill she made a few days earlier, catching the scent of the sire.

Following the trail to the New Orleans City Park, Jane comes upon a scene of pentagrams and crosses, a place that smells of both witches and vampires, which makes no sense since the two races do not care for each other. While there, Jane witnesses a young female vamp’s first rising. Rather than kill it there, Beast encourages Jane to run out of the area. Jane does so, and kills the young vampire. Jane takes the head to the vamp council headquarters, both to collect her bounty and to let them know where to send a cleanup team, since they like to keep their own dead to themselves so as to discourage curiosity from law enforcement. Jane sees Dominique from Clan Arceneau, and meets a new blood-servant security guard, whom she dubs WWF, and Ernestine, the council CPA.

Golden Eyes, My Daughter: After getting home, Jane thinks over the events of the night, finding that she is having some difficulty with having killed the young newly risen rogue. Unable to relax enough to sleep, Jane gets up very early and heads over to see Aggie, finally taking the elder up on her offer of the sweat lodge. Aggie does not appear surprised to see Jane, asks if she is ready, which means ready to meet her spiritual self. What Jane hopes to gain is insight into her childhood, the time before she absorbed Beast into her being. Aggie begins the ritual, burning herbs, playing drum music, and offering Jane water to drink, then pouring the remainder on hot stones. As Jane’s consciousness drifts, she sees those she knows to be her father and grandmother. She hears her father list animal names, which she understands as him telling her the forms she can choose from, and he also uses her name, which translates as Golden Eyes. Aggie then wakes Jane up and asks about her parents. Since there are so few actual Speakers left among The People (the Cherokee), Aggie is very curious about Jane’s parents. Unwilling yet to let Aggie know her secret or how old she believes herself to be (she remembers the Trail of Tears), Jane broadly answers but leaves some specifics out in her reply. Aggie seems troubled, and Jane leaves.

When she arrives back at her house, Jane sees Bruiser out front. She goes in through the back, and then opens the front door to speak to him. He has a very official-looking document from Leo. Bruiser said he did not know anything about Leo’s visit the night before until after the fact, and that if he had known, he would have warned her. Jane opens the parchment, and it states that as soon as her current contract with the vampire council is fulfilled, she is expected to get out of town immediately, and if she doesn’t, she won’t be able to leave at all. Jane closes the door in Bruiser’s face, and Molly makes the observation that Jane likes him. Jane asks Molly to check with some of the local witches to see if anyone is aware of why there would have been witch magic at the vamp rising site, and also shares her Cherokee name with Angelina.

We Invade Her Territory: Jane decides she may get some useful information from chatting with the young women at Katie’s Ladies, as she did before, so after verifying that no prying eyes were watching her, Jane hops the brick wall dividing her backyard from Katie’s and goes to the door. Tom/Troll answers, tells her the girls are in the dining room, making sure he emphasizes that Bliss (the one Jane feels pretty sure is a witch but may not be aware of it) is also there. Jane feels guilty at not having gone to see Bliss since the attack on her in the bar, not to mention having left her to chase after the young rogue in the first place (events from Skinwalker). During the conversation with the girls, Jane learns that a few different times some of them have seen a group of women using a glamour to disguise themselves. Jane asks to be notified if the women are spotted again.

Jane goes to the NOPD, to talk to Rick, whom she has not seen since she saved him from bleeding to death, because she wants to be given access to any files they may have on vamp rogues over the last few years. After some negotiation, Rick takes Jane to a room marked 666, the location for the weird cases. Upon entering, Jane and Rick are greeted by Detective Jodi Richoux, who seems to be trying to tell Jane something as she slips a file into a drawer. Rick tells Jane he will have to lock her in, which neither she nor Beast likes, but she agrees.

I Was Living in a Former Whorehouse: Jane’s research in the files proves useful. She learns that even prior to the big unveiling of vampires in the U.S. (when Marilyn Monroe tried to turn JFK), they were somewhat known in certain parts of the world—including New Orleans. She finds pictures of Katie from the early nineteen hundreds, and discovers that where she is living now used to be a house of ill-repute. Of great interest, Jane finds a partially translated section of the Vampira Carta, and some handwritten notes about Sabina, the priestess Jane observed while tracking the creature in Leo’s son’s body, someone named Bethany, and a group called the Sons of Darkness. Most disturbing of all, it turns out that witch children have been taken recently. Jane photographs what she can, and texts pictures to herself also, but since there is no cell service in the room, she has to pull a fast one on her guard when leaving and send the messages from the bathroom.

Jane takes a nap when she gets home but is awakened by a call from Bruiser. Jane wants to know which of the four vampire parties going on that week Leo will not be attending, and she wants an invitation to at least one. Bruiser tells her that the clans now have an interest in her, and that the last time she attended such a function, she was under Leo’s protection. Jane suggests that perhaps Bruiser could escort her, and he says he will check with Leo, using the excuse that he could keep an eye on her that way.

I’d Rather Be Shot, Stabbed, or Chewed On: After an argument with Beast regarding mates, Jane comes downstairs after her shower to find Rick in the dining room chatting with Angelina. Though most of the conversation seems harmless, Jane warns Rick not to question the little girl again without either her or Molly in attendance, and Rick apologizes. Intrigued when he learns that Jane’s date for the evening is Bruiser, Rick sticks around, having brought steaks that he can’t cook at home because of the power outage, playing board games with Jane, Molly, and Angie. Jane gets a call from Bruiser, saying that a woman who will fit her with appropriate formal wear will be there in half an hour. Rick opts to stay. Madame Melisende does her job well, finding the perfect dress for Jane, even though the experience proves to be a whole different level of agonizing for Jane. When Rick sees the finished product, he is more or less speechless. Jane hides a few weapons on herself as a car pulls into the driveway.

Scent-marking Me: Jane and Bruiser get into the limo, and soon after expressing mutual admiration for each other’s physical assets, Bruiser tells Jane she will either need to stay with him or accept the scent-marking he can give her with blood traces (a mix of him and Leo) on a handkerchief. Jane refuses, but despite that the two end up almost consummating their attraction—until Bruiser finds some of Jane’s hidden weapons. Though she is upset about it, Bruiser also uses the opportunity of their compromising position to wipe the bloody handkerchief on Jane. He tells her that when her current case is over, he will keep her at his home for a week, and Jane says two. Bruiser also explains that Leo has a favor to ask—for Jane to keep her ears and eyes open at the party for any rumblings or plots she may hear in light of the unrest among vampire clans. Despite not being thrilled at doing anything for Leo, given that he tried to kill her, Jane agrees, in order to help avert all-out war that would impact the human population as well.

I Am Not Prey! Jane and Bruiser join the party, and get greeted by Bettina, Blood Master of Clan Rousseau, who leans in closer than Jane would like, seeming to sniff her. Bettina then makes reference to Jane as being claimed by Leo, which Jane bristles at, and reminds Jane that she had asked her before to call upon her, and that she still hopes Jane will do so. It seems to Jane that Bettina is trying to tell her something, but she can’t figure out what. While running her hands over her hair, Jane scents the rogue underneath the smell of Bettina’s perfume, meaning the Blood Master must have shaken the man’s hand. Jane looks around but can’t find anyone who matches the scent. While surveying the room, Jane realizes that alliances between the clans seem to be shifting. Jane and Bruiser discuss the ramifications of Leo dying without naming a new heir. After piling her plate with food, Jane and Bruiser get surrounded by six vamps, with Rafael Torrez of Clan Mearkanis (who does not like Leo) looking on. Just before Jane attacks, Bruiser stops her, and Torrez stops one of the male vamps. Rafael insults Jane by referring to her as Leo’s pet. Bruiser confirms that the episode is very disturbing, since the vamps were from different alliances.

Fast Cars and Money Lead Back to Dames: A female vamp that Jane doesn’t know calls out to George, and when the two of them walk over to her, she grabs them by the arms and yanks them into a storeroom. Though it seems a fight between them is about to begin, the vampire insists that she does not mean to hurt them. Bruiser identifies the vamp as Innara of Clan Bouvier, and she says she has a message from her master. Innara reports that Clans Mearkanis and Rousseau have banded together to join forces with St. Martin, who has broken away from Leo, also leaving other clans vulnerable. Rafael Torrez is trying to drum up support for a rebellion against Leo, and her master will meet with Rafael to pretend cooperation. Innara also mentions the Sons of Darkness, that Rafael has contacted one of them. The reason this whole situation is particularly disturbing and dangerous: Rafael and his followers believe in the Naturaleeza approach to vampirism, where humans are nothing but food, and that all other supernatural beings must be eradicated. Warned that Rafael is coming, and knowing it would not be good for him to find Innara with them, Jane and Bruiser go outside the door and pick up their make-out session begun in the car. Rafael and the other spectators leave, as does Innara shortly thereafter, after offering Jane and Bruiser a good time with her and her anamchara, or bond partner.

While Bruiser explains to Jane what dolore means (the state of grief vampires can enter into, so intense they may lose their minds), Jane scents the rogue maker again. Deciding to mingle to see if she can find him, Jane comes upon Brian and Brandon, the twin blood-servants of Clan Arcenau in a group. The two men are delighted to see her, as they credit Jane with saving them after the attack from the rogue skinwalker posing as Leo’s son. Jane then has a verbal run-in with blood-servants from Clan St. Martin. Afterward, Jane remembers the look Bettina gave her, and tries to figure out where that fits into the scenario.

Feeding Frenzy: An hour later, Jane goes into the ladies’ bathroom, where the mirrors are set at odd angles and throw off her equilibrium, at which point she gets attacked by two female vamps—the two she saw earlier in the hallway. A third female vamp stands by watching. Jane is able to reach one of her crosses, though her stake and knife have been knocked from her hands, and she burns one of them. Jane is then able to get to her dropped stake and puts it into the chest of the other, but before she is able to get it in just the right spot to kill the vamp, she is pulled away by another vamp—Leo. After confronting the injured vamps and the one overseeing the attack on Jane (Adrianna), Leo calls Bruiser to take Jane to someone named Bethany for healing. On the way, Jane asks Bruiser why Leo saved her if he wants her dead, and Bruiser responds that Leo will kill her himself if he truly wants her dead, and for now he needs her until the power structure issues among the clans gets worked out. Bruiser puts Jane in a Porsche with a dark-skinned vamp, who asks Jane if she wants to be healed. When Jane agrees, the woman licks her throat and then bites her, causing Jane to feel sensations of both pain and pleasure. Too afraid to move, Jane remains still.

Biting Things, Too Small to Eat: Jane feels stronger, and when Bethany moves away, she states that Jane is not human and never has been, but unlike other vamps, she does not ask Jane what she is. Bethany tells Jane that she shared some of her essence with her, though Jane is unclear exactly what that means, but she finds out that she has access to some of Bethany’s memories. She also learns that Bethany, a shaman, was turned by one of the Sons of Darkness in the first century AD, one of the first ten of the Cursed. After their brief conversation, Bethany appears distracted and drops Jane off at home. When she arrives home and showers, Jane calls Derek Lee to see if he wants to go track the young rogue hunting grounds, and he agrees, bringing along some of his men. Jane tells them that a spelled rock helps her detect vamps, but really she is just using her acute sense of smell. After determining that no other young rogues have been hunting or killing there, the group leaves, and Jane goes home to shift and heal.

After the satisfaction of killing and eating a small deer, Beast makes up her mind that Jane needs to go see Aggie, so she chooses the woods there to shift back. After putting on her clothes, Jane goes to Aggie’s, who asks if she is there to go to water. Jane agrees, not really knowing what else to say, and Aggie, her mother, and Jane head out in a small jeep. After a bumpy trip, the ritual begins, which includes a highly unpleasant herbal cleansing, native tobacco, and submersion in a muddy bayou. When Jane emerges, she feels unfettered, and the three women head back.

Would Little Evan Go Crunch? When cabbie Rinaldo drops Jane off at home, she gets greeted by Molly and the kids, with Angelina asking about her swim with the ladies, and telling her about some situation two of Molly’s witch sisters were in. When questioning the little girl, Molly and Jane learn that she both sees and hears people, further demonstrations of her way-too-early power. Jane leaves to go back to look around in Room 666 at the NOPD, and Rick lets her in. Jane learns, from a file marked LEGENDS, that the Sons of Darkness professed to be the first vamps, and that there were claims that witch blood could bring new vamps out of “devoveo.” She also discovers from Rick that the detective who had done a lot of the earlier research was Jodi’s aunt, which makes Jane feel kind of used. When she leaves, Rick asks Jane out on a date, an invitation she accepts.

Bruiser meets Jane over at the vamp cemetery. She wants to look around, since many new-vamp attacks on humans occurred close to there. When Jane tells Bruiser about the crosses at the rising site where she saw the young female vamp come up, he finds it hard to believe, but Jane insists that vamps are believers. Jane finds a blood rite circle—an old one, involving both vampires and witches, as well as two others. When she is finished, she finds out from Bruiser that devoveo refers to the ten-year period of partial insanity when vamps are first turned. Bruiser gives Jane a box from Leo, which contains the fetishes (saber-toothed lion bones and teeth) used by the skinwalker masquerading as Leo’s son. Jane still needs to find out about the use of witch blood to stave off madness in young vamps, and is sure that a small group of vamps and witches have been working together for a long time.

Nap Time, Aunt Jane: When she gets home, Jane finds her new leathers have been delivered, and that Molly and the kids are over at Katie’s. When they get back, everyone takes a nap, from which Jane gets woken by a call from Tom, asking if Bliss is there. The witch is gone, and Jane has a bad feeling about it, especially when she hears that the security tape shows interference. Jane rushes over to Katie’s, looks and sniffs around, smelling the rogue-maker in the backyard along with witch magic, and then finds a spelled area outside that leads to an alley where Jane scents Bliss’ blood. Then Jane hears Molly yell her name.

They Should All Be Staked: Jane races to the house, smelling vamp, witch, and Molly. Inside, she finds her friend in a pool of blood, telling her that Angie and Little Evan have been taken. Jane calls 911, and calls Leo, begging for help. Bruiser says he will bring Bethany and meet them at the hospital. While the staff, specially trained in dealing with supernaturals, works on Molly, Bethany and Bruiser arrive, causing a stir. One detective, a bigot against witches, gets some special treatment from Bethany, who then heals Molly. After being assured Molly is resting and stable, Jane goes home to shift, allowing Beast to evaluate the many scents. When she does so, Beast refers to three vampire witches, and that confuses Jane. After determining where the children were taken away in a car, Beast goes back to allow Jane to return. After showering, Jane hears the wards go off, and smells vamp.

Hedge of Thorns: Having come through the side door, Leo, fully vamped out, looks around, sniffing the blood. Jane believes he is there to kill her, but when she mentions that the children have been taken, Leo seems to regain control, telling Jane to get dressed and he will make tea. He also says that the vamps who broke into Jane’s house were part of the Rousseau Clan, but not any who actually live there. Though she hates remaining idle while the children are missing, Jane decides she needs to hear what Leo has to say, and that there is a risk in just storming the Rousseau Clan home. Bruiser also arrives.

Leo wants to know why Jane has been asking about devoveo, and she explains that the word came up in her research, though she does not mention Room 666. During her explanation, Jane refers to the witch blood curing devoveo, and the Sons of Darkness. At the reference to the Sons, Leo goes still and then attacks Jane, ripping at her neck. She manages to get a few of her hair sticks in him to slow him down, and then runs outside. Weak from blood loss, Jane is unable to shift, but Beast tells her to touch the saber-tooth bones in the box, and she changes. Beast notices that a red ward surrounds them, which Jane says is the hedge of thorns. The big cat watches Bethany arrive to heal Leo, and overhears their discussion about Jane. Leo suggests she is a were, but Bethany disagrees, also saying that Jane is not their enemy.

After coming into herself again, Jane sees the scorched earth where the ward had gone up, and she is pretty sure it was triggered by her blood soaked into the ground. Realizing her gold nugget necklace is missing, Jane is relieved to find it inside. Talking to Molly on the phone, Jane finds out that the reason she and the children didn’t leave when Jane first suggested it was a vision Angie had, warning that a man would get them on the road. Jane returns to the City Park site of the young vamp rising she witnessed, and scents the vamp who had taken the children and Bliss. Surmising that the rogue-maker and his group would move somewhere they felt safer, Jane heads to the vamp cemetery. When she starts checking the place out, Jane gets the feeling something unpleasant is about to happen.

They Killed Me Already: Jane comes across a site that she missed before, since it was likely spelled, and wonders about the connections between vampires, witch children, and leaving newly turned vamps buried longer. Then Jane witnesses another rising—a male this time—and he attacks. After they scuffle , he surprises Jane by speaking to her, which new vamps aren’t supposed to be able to do, and he understands Jane when she speaks to him. Suddenly Jane begins to make sense of what has been going on: the new vamps were being kept in the ground longer, bound by a stasis spell, to see if that would cure their insanity, which was why the missing witch children and new young rogue dates didn’t match up. Jane also fears that the use of crosses may be part of the experiment—to see if an immunity can be built.

Jane talks to and reasons with the vamp, who even knows his name, and calls Bruiser to bring someone to feed him. The new vamp loses control and Jane ends up staking him—an unfortunate development, since he was her only lead to his creator. Bruiser tells Jane to not cut off the vamp’s head yet, so Sabina can try to figure out why he was so unusual. Jane carries the body to the chapel, and Sabina greets her by referring to her as a creature. When Jane describes to Sabina what has been going on with the vamps and witches, at first the old vampire is reluctant to believe her, but then identifies the scent as belonging to one she killed long ago, of the Rousseau line. When Jane says she witnessed Sabina holding a cross to fight off the liver-eater, Sabina grabs her by the throat.

Our Sin Has Multiplied: While Jane struggles for breath, she calls upon the serenity she achieved when she went to water with Aggie, and manages to get out the words that she seeks absolution. Sabina seems affected by Jane’s state of calm, and asks to see the site of the rising. On the way there, Sabina refers to the Blood Cross. Though she is unable to stay long because of the many crosses, Sabina says that the sire is definitely Rousseau. When Jane returns to the chapel to hear what else Sabina has to say, she learns a lot. The Sons of Darkness created the vampire race, but also foretold a savior, telling Jane that if she turns out to be that person, she will be told the whole story. Years ago Clan Rousseau did not accept that Mithrans carried blood guilt or passed it down to their scions, but believed in the Naturaleza way of hunting and killing humans. The ones following that belief were killed, but Clan Rousseau has been plagued by insanity, causing some to be long-chained.

Jane leaves to go visit Molly, and during her brief time there something very unusual occurs: Beast takes over to comfort Molly, speaking in a slightly different voice and in the form of speech she uses in Jane’s mind. Molly realizes what is going on and is kind of thrilled, but Jane is disturbed by Beast telling her that she is only good for killing. Deciding she wants to get some answers, Jane goes to see Bruiser, but stops at the Rousseau Clan home on the way. The place appears empty, and it looks as though force was used. Jane reports this to Bruiser.

Three Hundred Years, Give or Take a Few Decades: At Jane’s insistence, Bruiser fills her in on some of the history of the Rousseau Clan, which has its roots in Haiti and the revolution there. Surviving clans relocated to America in 1791, and some of them practiced blood-magic. After the purge, which was supposed to get rid of all of those using the prohibited magic and experiments to remove the tendency to insanity among the Rousseau Clan, it seems that two of the clan, Renee and Tristan Damours, are still around, though staying out of the public eye.

After verifying that she can get in, Jane heads over to Room 666 to do more research. Lack of sleep and anxiety over the missing children cause Jane to break down in front of Rick, who comforts her, then kisses her, which Jane realizes she enjoys. Jane learns more from the files about Renee, and then heads home to get some much-needed sleep. She wakes to knocking on her door, and finds Evangelina, Molly’s sister. Over tea and cookies the women discuss what is going on, both very puzzled over the involvement of witches in what the rogue vamps are doing.

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished: Jane attends a meeting called by Jodi in Room 666, with Rick and a cop she doesn’t know also present. Jodi’s “reward” from her jealous boss for being granted access to a vamp council meeting (with Jane in Skinwalker): the witch children cases, current and cold. Jane shares what she knows, and learns that a local gang, the Crips, may be involved in the whole situation. Sloan, the cop she doesn’t know, served undercover with the gang. In a brief conversation with Rick, two things happen: Jane makes a connection between Leo, Derek, and the Crips, and she insults Rick by asking him if he has been asked by Leo to seduce her. Jane meets with Derek and some of his crew, who will be joining Jane for a visit to the Warehouse District to track down the rogue-maker.

After checking and scenting the area, Jane finds a building that she considers a likely prospect. Hicklin, one of Derek’s men, goes inside an art store located in one corner, flirting with the salesgirl for information. He finds out that a very unusual, very old vamp lives in the other section of the building, and Jane feels sure that it must be Renee. Derek’s guys blow the door off, and on the inside Jane and the men find nine vamps chained to cots, but no one else. One cot is empty. Two blood-servants and a vamp come down the stairs, and while they are incapacitated, Jane learns that her theory is correct: Renee, Tristan, and one other male vamp are also witches. Jane also confirms, by smell, that two of the vamps chained to cots also have the witch gene.

Thief-of-Kits. Die. While checking out the rest of the building looking for the captives, Jane finds a group of paintings depicting various scenes, and discovers a bed inside an armoire with Angie’s scent, but no blood. Jane then figures out that the last armoire covers a hidden passageway, which Derek and his men find the door to outside, but the vamps and their hostages are long gone. When Jane gets back home, Evangelina, Evan, and Molly are all there. Jane tells them what she knows, and then Rick arrives with the information that Bettina, when human, was Renee’s slave, then Bethany’s, turned by a member of the Rousseau Clan when she became ill. Jane and all of her company examine the vamp paintings, which tell the story of the experiments. The two witches knock at the door—the same two who had been involved in the taking of the children. The two women say they were approached by a male vampire who blamed Leo for the theft of the witch children, telling the two women he needed their help to get others to safety. Once they realized what was going on, they came over to tell Jane and the others. Apparently Angie did something to one of the vamps that prevented him and the others from killing the two witches. Derek calls to tell Jane that the transponders placed on the cots at the warehouse had been found and removed. Jane leaves, with Rick following.

Will Not Be Caught in Predator’s Stare: Jane and Rick arrive at the vamp cemetery. When Sabina does not answer Jane’s banging, she breaks down the door. Inside the two find a bier with Sabina’s likeness on it, but when they open it, she is not inside. They do find boxes, and one that Jane opens holds the cross she saw Sabina wield when chasing the liver-eater, what she had referred to as the Blood Cross. Suddenly Sabina is upon them, sinking her talons into Jane, accusing her of stealing. Jane explains that she just wants to borrow the cross, to use against the ones holding the children and Bliss.

Sabina then relates the story of the Sons of Darkness to Jane and Rick. Judas, who hanged himself after Christ’s death, was buried, and his sons dug up his body, planning to use the blood of Christ, on his cross, to work magic. The crosses had been broken up and mixed together, and there was no way to know which was which. The sons laid the body of Judas on the pile of broken wood and he rose from the dead, but was a monster with pieces of flesh dropping off. The sons thought they could gain power by drinking his blood and eating his flesh, but instead they became the precursors to vampires, making more of their kind, suffering the devoveo.

After hearing the story, Jane asks if Sabina will bring the cross and stop the rite. She refuses, as she cannot wield it again so soon herself, but after telling Rick to leave she says she will give Jane a sliver of it. She warns Jane to be careful, that it may harm her, and she knows what Jane is. When Jane sees the shape of the sliver, which looks like a stake, she surmises that is the reason wood stakes kill vampires. Sabina also reports that Rafael and Adrianna mind-bonded, giving her access to their thoughts. The two killed her sire and his heir and plan to take down Leo in battle after the full moon, then kill Jane and all of the witches in town. Knowing she needs to warn Leo, but stumped as to how she can do that and save the children, Jane is relieved and appreciative when Rick volunteers to take Jodi and Sloan with him to meet with Leo and give him the news.

Pardon Me If We Don’t Bleed For You, Babe: When Jane arrives home, she tries to grab her supplies (including food for Beast), but Molly and Evan insist on helping. It hadn’t occurred to Jane that she wasn’t really prepared to defend herself and others from interrupting magical rites. Evangelina gives a Jane a necklace that works like a locator so they can track her. She can activate the necklace when she finds the site. The three witches and Derek (who also gives Jane a GPS tracker) and his men will wait together for her signal.

Jane goes back to the City Park, where she knows they will be since the vamps can no longer use the cemetery thanks to Sabina, and shifts. Beast finds blood-servants digging at the site where Jane witnessed the vamp rising, and shortly thereafter a car with vamps and the children pulls up.

I Had the Marines. Ooh Rah: Reluctantly Beast gives way to Jane, though she does feel that she and Jane together are stronger. Jane calls Molly, explaining that there are too many vamps present and that they would sense Molly, Evan, and Evangelina. Molly says they are working on a shield that would keep things like bullets from getting in but would allow them out. Jane and Derek’s group head to the circle, and they see the kids, Bliss, and Bettina. When the vamp witches start the ritual, the bloodred pendant that the bald unnamed brother wears uses the blood of the vamps to begin the working, creating red motes that begin to attack people. One of Derek’s men dies when he falls in the circle and the bald vamp kills him, but Jane notices that Angie is awake. Angie seemingly creates a black mist in her hands, and Jane gets immobilized by an incantation the bald vamp recites and feels as though she is dying, but Angie brings her back. Jane then uses the Blood Cross sliver on the vamps, and they die. The red motes leave the humans when Jane pricks them with it. Angie suggests Jane use the amulet gem to gather and destroy the motes, and when she does, they melt inside the gem.

Hot to Trot? Jane and the others make their way out of the forest, leaving the vamp bodies behind. Bettina was still alive, needing a blood meal, and Adrianna was not true dead, in the hopes that Leo may learn something from her mind. Molly and Evan reunite with their children, and Bruiser arrives with Leo. In a private moment, Bruiser expresses his concern for Jane but says he was not able to come, though he wanted to. Jane understands that he is referring to his bond with Leo, and she decides that she prefers Rick—a human not bound to a vamp. Jane goes to Rick’s for the evening, and gets a call from Bruiser warning her that the remaining renegades who have not yet been caught have sworn to kill her. Jane mails the creepy vamp paintings to Evangelina, assuming that she will most likely destroy them.

A few days after the big battle, Jane receives a letter from Leo, withdrawing the death threat against her, and offering her permanent employment. Not sure whether or not she will take the job, though the money is really good, Jane leaves on a trip with Rick to the mountains.

Mercy Blade, Book Three

I Didn’t Know You Had a Brain: Waking up in her small apartment in the Appalachians, a few weeks after the events of Blood Cross, alongside her now-boyfriend, Rick, Jane muses over her new situation. Between her job working security for Leo Pellissier and Rick’s job as a police officer, they don’t get to see each other quite as often as they would like, and when together, they can’t always talk about their work, which in some cases would be tantamount to sharing secrets. Jane turns on the television to CNN and sees a story from the BBC about an African man, Kemnebi, who claims to be a wereleopard, which he then demonstrates by shifting in front of the camera. Jane watches, mesmerized, and tells Rick about it when he gets up.

Changing the channel to BBC, where a reporter is discussing the story, Jane and Rick see an interview with a man who says he is a werelion, head of both the International Association of Weres and the Party of African Weres. The mention of lions reminds Rick of the incident where Jane saved him from the rogue skinwalker/liver-eater who attacked him as a sabertooth. He does not remember the event clearly, as he was so badly injured, but that much he is sure of. During their conversation, Jane gets the sneaking suspicion that Rick knew about this story before it aired, and is afraid he may have been working undercover with weres, given his recent schedule. When an interview with Kemnebi comes on, he states that biting or mating with humans is strictly forbidden. An hour later, an interview with the leader of the Lupus Clan of werewolves in the U.S. airs, and the man claims that Leo murdered his grandfather and stole their land, and he plans to prove it. Jane’s phone rings, with a call from Leo.

A Fighting Ring: Leo tells Jane that representatives from the International Association of Weres arrived in D.C. two weeks earlier (which Rick confirms he also knew). Leo wants Jane to return to New Orleans immediately, and to check on a “persona non grata” who may have had contact with the werewolves in the area, and Leo wants him gone—after Jane learns what the guy has to say. After they arrive back at Jane’s in New Orleans, Rick heads out for his own secretive assignment, and Jane gets ready (assembles all her weapons) for her trip outside town to look for the guy Leo wants her to talk to. She arrives at Booger’s Scoot, a biker bar, which, unlike what the name implies, is actually quite clean. Outside Jane has a conversation with a huge guy who never actually identifies himself. When she goes inside, Jane goes up to the bar and speaks to Booger, handing him her card. Jane tells him that Leo sent her to talk to a vamp, but Booger says that vamps don’t frequent his place, though he guesses others may be interested in talking to her. At that point Booger hits a switch that lowers metal screens to protect the bars and windows, making a fighting ring, though with exits.

She Was Wearing a Red Thong: Jane realizes pretty quickly that she is now dealing with a pack of werewolves—which Leo had sent her straight into. The group has only one female. After Jane introduces herself, one of the men comes forward and identifies himself as Roul Molyneux, the alpha of the Lupus Clan of the Cursed of Artemis. Despite her efforts to reason with the man, who refuses to accept her message from Leo to get out of town, a fight ensues with the shifted wolves, with the odds heavily against Jane. Despite taking down a few of the pack, Jane gets injured, and seemingly out of nowhere, a man dressed in black (whom she dubs Zorro, for his skill with a blade) comes to her aid, addressing Roul by name. Jane and Zorro fight together, and finally the wolves depart. Jane feels a whack on the side of the head and passes out.

Yeah. Sure. Strip, Zorro. Jane regains consciousness in a field, sore but not as much as she last remembers. Jane realizes that Zorro transported her to this location on Bitsa, and he tells her that he has healed her as much as he is able, at least ensuring that she does not become infected by the werewolf taint, also commenting that she is not completely human. Jane uses Beast vision to ascertain that he isn’t human either, with tendrils of blue magic surrounding him. Zorro introduces himself as Girrard DiMercy, and explains that he used to be the misericorde for Leo’s clan, a blood-servant who brought peace (meaning death, freedom from suffering) to the long-chained vamps unable to move out of devoveo when turned. During the last vamp war in 1915, Leo’s uncle, then the Master of the City, called Girrard to come and end the suffering of Leo’s daughter, but Leo refused to allow him to do so, fighting Girrard and requiring him to leave this world to heal his wounds. Once Girrard returned, the Masters in power no longer wished for a Mercy Blade, choosing to mete out death on their own, and Leo banished him, as well as the weres who sided with the wrong faction in the war. Girrard states that having to kill their own children is taking a toll on the Mithrans, and that they need to reinstate him. By this time Jane has realized that he is the one Leo sent her to meet with, not the wolves. Girrard suggests that perhaps in her own way Jane serves as a sort of Mercy Blade for the vamps, killing their rogues. With the prodding of a memory glimpse from Beast, Jane denies this and leaves. On her back to the city, Jane gets a phone call from Angelina, Molly’s daughter, who tells her to stay away from “the blue man.”

You Can’t Blame a Vamp-Killer For Trying: Jane goes to give her report on the werewolf incident in person at vamp HQ, noticing that many of her recommended security updates have been implemented. After depositing most of her many weapons in the provided trays and undergoing a pat-down search by Wrassler, Jane goes to see Leo, whose second, Tyler, requires that Jane undergo another search—this one a bit too personal. After making it clear to Tyler that his behavior is unacceptable, Jane confronts Leo with the news about the wolves, which surprises him. Jane tries to find out more about Girrard, but Leo refuses to tell her anything. Unfortunately Jane also has to break the news to Leo that Magnolia Sweets, his former blood-servant and lover, has died (information given to her by Girrard). Leo offers Jane the job of killing Girrard, but she says no. Jane warns Leo that the wolves plan to take him to court to get back their land and prosecute him for murder.

After Leo dismisses Jane, Bruiser takes her downstairs for a chat and gives her a lot of background on the vampire war that ended in 1915. Bruiser’s mother was one of Katie’s Ladies, and was used as a pawn by the mayor’s assistant to gain favor with the Mithrans at a party. Bruiser’s sister was kidnapped and raped by werewolves, though eventually rescued, but not before their mother poisoned her blood with silver, which killed all of the vampire Masters at the gathering. When the heirs took over, they executed the werewolves involved in Bruiser’s sister’s attack (which is actually the sentence for biting humans anyway) and exiled the rest, causing the wolves to also declare retaliation against Bruiser’s family. Leo also made Girrard leave, and Magnolia Sweets left with him, saying she could no longer stay with Leo.

Jane learns that vamps in cities across the country will be hosting parties for delegates from the International Association of Weres, and she is expected to be present and oversee the one hosted by the New Orleans vamp council. Bruiser also tells Jane that the press will be in attendance, which does not please her at all.

You Get to Dress Me: After spending time with Bruiser going over new security precautions necessary in light of the upcoming soiree, Jane heads back to her house. Finding that her current house guest, Molly’s sister, Evangelina, is sleeping, Jane decides to shift so she can finish healing and Beast can hunt. Beast sees a man watching the house—Girrard. Beast lets Jane know that he found her by placing a tracking spell on her. As she usually does, Beast catches a ride on a truck to go outside town to hunt. Excited when she smells deer, Beast is less than thrilled when she smells wolves, and gets to the kill site with a lot of wasted meat and an injured fawn. After dispatching the unfortunate young deer, Beast also scents a large cat, which Jane understands to mean that one of the werecats was watching the wolves.

After shifting back and getting Rinaldo, her regular cabbie, to come pick her up, Jane goes home to get ready for her breakfast date with Rick. However, when she arrives at the restaurant, Jane discovers that Rick was already there earlier—with another woman. Since the description does not fit any of his relatives or work associates, Jane is confused, but thinks it may have something to do with his undercover work.

A Lot of Hooey: As she walks back to her house, Jane thinks about all of the recent events and how they may be related: the unveiling of weres, the return of werewolves to New Orleans, the connection between Leo and Girrard, and wolves and cats showing up in Beast’s hunting grounds. When she gets to the house, Jane calls Derek Lee to arrange for a team for that evening, and then does some research on both weres and wolves. In order to take her mind off Rick, instilled guilt, and the confusion she feels, Jane goes to the dojo for a sparring workout. After stopping by Katie’s briefly, Jane falls asleep, unfortunately assailed by a memory of her mother being raped and her father being killed. When she awakens, Jane gets sick and takes a long shower. Afterward, Evangelina gets Jane dancing to some music, and she eats the tasty dinner her witch housemate cooked, and discovers she feels better.

Die Young Then, Sonny: At the designated time, Bruiser arrives with the limo to pick Jane up for the vamp gathering. Feeling kind of jumpy and not quite herself, Jane realizes that Evangelina worked some kind of magic on her, which Beast helps her fight. Arriving at vamp HQ, Jane is taken to the room where her crew awaits, and as she is chastising them for making too much noise and not paying attention, she spots Derek up in the ceiling, pointing guns at both her and Wrassler. Derek’s demonstration points out some of the flaws and weak spots in the system, and Jane gets a look on the security monitors at the unusual being the guys saw earlier—a greenish, reptilian-like creature who was placing cameras at various places around the building. Shortly thereafter the representatives from the vampire clans begin arriving—the former eight now condensed into four: Pellissier, Laurent, Bouvier, and Arceneau. Everything becomes eerily still while waiting for Leo to appear, which he does so suddenly that no one sees him arrive.

He Got a Whiff of Me: Leo declares the Mithrans “gathered” (which carries extra meaning for the vamps), the purpose of which is to devise a treaty with the Cursed of Artemis (the weres). Leo also states that the Sons of Darkness sanction this meeting, and that humans have grown so numerous that a treaty is necessary. Kemnebi, the African wereleopard and a woman (introduced as Safia) arrive, and Beast, after scenting them, wonders if they are like Jane. Bruiser tells Jane that Leo wants her to go through the receiving line behind the vampire clans. Jane is pleased when Bethany does not seem to remember her, but Sabina asks her if she still has the piece of the Blood Cross she was loaned. When Leo introduces her to Kemnebi, the man responds by shaking her hand but then immediately asking what she is, scenting at her throat. When Leo more or less offers her up as a bedmate, with a little help from Beast Jane pulls away and somehow manages to leave claw marks on Kemnebi’s arm.

Getting back to her job as security, Jane checks in with her guys regarding the green being, and learns that he is still in his room. After a brief but unsettling run-in with Sabina, who tells Jane of an incident that occurred one hundred years earlier, when some type of cat killed a visiting Son of Darkness, Sabina warns that if such a thing happens again, it will be Jane’s fault. Shortly thereafter, three werewolves in human form drop from the floor above, including Roul Molyneux.

You Want Me to Shoot Him, Boss? Suddenly Jane and her team find themselves in the midst of vamped-out hosts, werewolves in both human and wolf forms, and upset werecats. Kemnebi declares that he will not negotiate with werewolves, as they are inferior, and were kicked out of Europe long ago. Raol, playing up to the cameras, which love him, takes issue with Kemnebi’s characterization of his species, and once again states his intention of taking Leo to court. Leo responds that the Mithrans at present are not bound by the laws of the United States, but by the Vampira Carta, which, Jane acknowledges to herself, fits the fact that currently vamps do not have status as citizens in the same way humans do. Jane gets notified that a bloody female vamp has appeared in the building, heading down to the ballroom. When she appears, Jane realizes it is Katie, who had been buried in the blood of all eight clans in order to heal during the events of Skinwalker, risen too soon and likely not quite sane. Katie draws power from all of the vamps and weres in the room, and Leo approaches her. Recognizing Leo, Katie allows him to embrace her, at which point he bites her neck. This action provides the impetus for more chaos, with vamps fighting each other, but Jane manages to calm a couple of them down and asks them to go and help Leo, which they do by feeding him. Unfortunately Jane learns that they also have a dead body in Leo’s office—the werecat, Safia, Kemnebi’s assistant. About that same time, the police have arrived, having seen the carnage begin on the live video feed. Puzzled as to who would have killed Safia, given that vampires wouldn’t want her blood, Jane meets with Jodi Richoux, head of the division dealing with supernatural crime, and Jodi passes on the information to the Bureau of Diplomatic Services in Washington, D.C.

Don’t Beat Yourself Up Over It: After moving the human reporters to safety and the werewolves to another room, Jane takes a few moments for herself and grabs some food before heading over to where the coroner, Peter Richoux, Jodi’s witch cousin, is examining Safia’s mauled body. Once approximate time of death has been determined, Jane tells one of her men to focus on security footage for a specific time frame. When Jodi states that they will be placing Katie under arrest while they investigate, Leo asks if they will be able to effectively and safely restrain her, which results in an agreement for Katie to remain where she is, but with law enforcement present. When one of Jane’s guys spots the green guy in the pool with bloody clothes, Kemnebi shares that the creature is a grindylow, a type of pet to the weres, but Jane knows there is more he is not saying. Going over video footage determines that Katie did not kill Safia, but also shows one of Leo’s men, Tyler, in conversation with two werewolves in human form.

Katie Ate Dead Meat: Peter, the coroner, says he needs to do an autopsy on Safia to definitely rule on cause of death (though Kemnebi steadfastly refuses), but was able to ascertain some facts through his exam. Safia was shot, but there is no exit wound, meaning the bullet is still inside her. Peter believes that what actually killed her was bleeding to death from her neck being torn up. One of the techs tells the group that a hidden entrance into the room has been found—a fact Leo had neglected to share. She also mentions that a shell casing was found that may have bearing on another case. In a private conversation with Jodi, Jane learns that Jodi’s unit received a tip a few weeks earlier, which resulted in them reexamining a cold case from the ’sixties. Two of the suspects in those deaths are Leo and Bruiser, news that does not please Jane. Calling her cabbie, Rinaldo, to come pick her up and take her home, Jane mulls over the complete silence from Rick, feeling both anger and frustration. Woken from a deep sleep, Jane finds Bruiser at her door. It seems that his fingerprints have been found on the shell casing in the room with Safia’s body, and he asks Jane if he can lie low at her house for a couple of days. Reluctantly agreeing, but not believing Bruiser guilty of Safia’s murder, Jane tries to sleep. When she cannot relax, she picks up Girrard’s business card and catches a scent that she knows she also smelled during the gathering. When she talks to Girrard on the phone, he is less than helpful.

I Intend to Make You Regret That Decision: When Jane arrives back at the house, Bruiser greets her, striking her as despondent. They discuss dinner, and decide to grill some steaks. Jane asks Bruiser if he knew that Leo was going to offer her up to Kemnebi, and Bruiser says he did not. At that point, Bruiser suggests that he and Jane occupy themselves in her room, which she declines. Beast, however, really likes Bruiser, and comes to the fore, allowing Bruiser to get closer than Jane feels is safe, since she does feel an undeniable attraction to him. After a short time Jane does get Beast to retreat. While the two are grilling the meat, Bruiser asks Jane about the boulders in the yard—the ones she needs for shifts that require extra mass, ones that she included in her contract. Jane gives an answer that has some of the truth, but not all. Jane then asks how old Bruiser was when he first sampled vamp blood, and learns he was seventeen. The price Bruiser has exacted for his answer is a dance, which is getting too hot and heavy when Evangelina thankfully arrives, with Tyler, Leo’s second, in tow. After an exchange in which it becomes clear that the two men do not like each other at all, and Bruiser learns that Leo still has a few tasks for him, Jane retires, only to be woken by a noise.

And He Ripped Off My Shirt: On the floor by the front door is an envelope that someone sent through the mail slot. Jane sees someone running down the street and gives chase. Ending up on Jackson Square, Jane knows she has lost the person she was chasing, but just as she scents him, Leo attacks her. Jane smells old blood on him—Katie’s—which seems to have affected him, and though he injures Jane, Leo suddenly takes off. When she gets home, Evangelina tells Jane to go wash off all of the vamp blood with hot water. Bruiser carries her up to the shower, and after he douses her really well, the two end up in a compromising position, once again interrupted by Evangelina. Once she gets downstairs and determines that the delivered envelope does not contain explosives (but does smell like Girrard), Jane takes it outside to open it. Inside Jane finds three photos: an old one of Leo and Bruiser standing over a dying, partially shifted werewolf, one of Magnolia Sweets, and the third a sheet of four shots—all of them of Rick with another woman in very intimate poses—Safia. While fighting back her pain at Rick’s betrayal, which she feels regardless if it is for work or not, Jane shows the photo taken of him and Leo to Bruiser. Since no one else was there at the time, Bruiser wonders who took the picture, and Jane responds that it has to be someone who wants her to help them figure out the rest of the puzzle they are trying to solve.

Good Nose on Ugly Dog: Determined to distance herself from both Bruiser and Evangelina, and needing to shift to heal from the wounds inflicted by Leo, Jane heads out on Bitsa to find a good location, stopping for a bucket of chicken on the way. Since she wants an extraordinary sense of smell to examine Safia’s body in the morgue, Jane takes along her fetish bone necklace and shifts into a bloodhound. Beast, never pleased when Jane shifts into any other form besides hers, nonetheless grudgingly admits that the dog does indeed have a good nose. Managing to sneak into the morgue, Jane-as-a-bloodhound finds the room where Safia’s body is kept, and opens the drawer with her paws. Jane scents a number of people and creatures on the body: Kemnebi, the female werewolf, Girrard, Katie, and Rick. After narrowly escaping detection and subsequently returning to human form, Jane goes home to look over the files from the woo-woo room at NOPD, discovering one she had never seen before discussing speculations as to the history of weres. She also finds what appears to be a page from a journal, mentioning Magnolia’s disappearance and Leo’s state afterward, but there is no indication as to whose journal the section came from, though they describe themselves as “once Christian.” When she goes online to learn more about the Cursed of Artemis, Jane reads that skinwalkers may be extinct—something that hits home to her, since she may have killed the only other one. One theory also states that the weres and skinwalkers (the weres’ forebears) may have been in conflict. This leads Jane to suspect that Leo knows more about her than she would like.

You Like the Boy Toy: Jane wakes to a call from Sloan Rosen, one of the other cops working in Rick’s section. He asks Jane if she has seen or heard from Rick, as he hasn’t checked in for over twenty-four hours, though he is supposed to twice a day. Jane realizes that the call is Sloan’s way of telling her to look for Rick, as he must be in trouble. Jane then receives a call from Leo, telling her that Kemnebi’s request that no autopsy be performed on Safia has been granted, and Leo wants Jane to find the killer. Realizing she needs help tracking down Rick, Jane calls Reach, an excellent but very expensive hacker, to locate Rick’s cell, as well as to try to determine where the photos of him were taken. Jane arrives at vamp HQ, and at breakfast gets a whiff of the waiter, sure it is Girrard, glamoured, and takes him down. She demands he take back the face she is used to, guesses that he is an elf, and wants his word he will answer questions. Girrard says he does not know who killed Safia, but that it wasn’t Leo or Bruiser. Jane, Girrard, and Wrassler watch the security feed from the night of Safia’s murder, and by slowing down the feed they see Safia come and go through a hidden place in the brick wall outside. The three then see the face of the man she was with—Rick.

When she leaves HQ, Jane finds an envelope on Bitsa’s seat, which she sticks in her bag without opening. Thinking over her relationship with Rick, Jane realizes that just as Leo owns Bruiser, the NOPD owns Rick. The envelope contains photos—of Roul standing over a dead werelion, and others with a human baby and Safia with kittens, and also a copy of Leo’s edict in 1916 banishing the werewolves from New Orleans. Suddenly Girrard appears in Jane’s room with a sword.

You Belong to Me: With Beast’s aid, Jane takes a few flying leaps, but Girrard (or Gee, as Jane thinks of him) is by that time sitting in the chair in her room, and tells her he is impressed. He asks if she likes the photos he sent, and Jane asks if they are fake, stating that his presence and that of the werewolves at the same time is too coincidental to be real coincidence. Gee explains the role of the Mercy Blade: to bring death to the rogues or scions who cannot move beyond devoveo, and their blood (that of the Blades) aids in bringing the suffering parents out of dolore. This arrangement began with the Sons of Darkness. Gee says he has gone to see Katie. When Jane asks what the reward for the Mercy Blade is, Gee responds that being around the vampires allows his kind to open a passage between worlds—a gateway to their own. Gee says Safia’s lover (he means Rick) likely saw her killed, and that Bruiser didn’t do it. Before he disappears, Gee tells Jane that she is goddess-born.

Jane calls Bruiser, asking questions, and surmises that clan members who had been with Leo since before 1915 would have knowledge of who needed to be killed so it would look as though Leo was trying to remove everyone loyal to his uncle. Jane decides that Tyler may be a good candidate for setting up Bruiser, so she goes to the clan home to search his room when he is not there. Jane hits the jackpot, finding spent shell casings and a gun hidden in a guitar case. Taking photos of the evidence, Jane e-mails them to Jodi, and then learns from Nettie, the housekeeper, that Tyler used to be head of security for Clan Rochefort, coming over from France with Leo’s son’s fiancee, Amitee. When leaving, Jane calls Sloan, who has not yet heard from Rick, but he lets her know that Jodi received her message and has a plan.

Hoping to spot Tyler out on the town, Jane heads over to the Royal MoJo Blues Company. Though she doesn’t see Tyler, she does see Katie, who appears sane. When they talk, Katie tries to hire Jane to kill Leo, for having deprived her of all of the power she gained from the blood of the vamps she was healing in, and when Jane refuses, she also suggests to Katie that she ask Leo to name her his heir.

Woad: After one more dance, Jane leaves the club, feeling clearheaded and slightly relaxed, though disappointed that she didn’t catch sight or scent of Rick or Tyler. Jane thinks about the spell that Gee put on her, and decides that he and Tyler are at the heart of whatever is going on. When she arrives back at the house, she walks in on Bruiser and Evangelina playing what appears to be a very cozy game of Parcheesi—so much so that the pink of the woman’s shirt casts a glow over the two of them. Jane tells Evangelina she needs her help in finding and removing the spell Gee put on her. Evangelina agrees, gathering her tools needed for the ritual, sending Jane into a type of trance. Taking Jane into her soul home, Evangelina tries to get Jane to tell her what she is, especially after Jane says there are always two of them together, but Jane refuses. After discovering the type of spell Gee used, a woad, at the same time as trying to disperse it, Evangelina attempts to attach her own to Jane, which results in Jane destroying both spells with fire.

When she awakens, Jane sees that Evangelina was physically burned on her arms, and she hears the woman tell Bruiser that Jane will be fine, but that she still doesn’t know what Jane is, just what she isn’t. Pretending that she is still asleep, Jane sees the pinkish glow still surrounding Bruiser, and realizes that Evangelina has put a love spell on him. When the two leave the room, Jane does so too, going outside and calling Molly. Jane explains to her friend everything that has happened, and what occurred during the spell-removal session. Molly warns Jane that soon people may discover what she is. The two women discuss the image of an eye that Jane now can see on her palm, part of Gee’s spell, which Molly says should allow Jane to track him. On the phone, Angie tells Jane that the blue man is still watching her, and that she needs to watch out for Bruiser, Rick, and the “Man-Cat” too. Jane spots Gee outside in the spot people always choose to spy on her house from, and discovers that she can now see the layers of his glamours. Jane walks over to Gee, him unaware of her presence.

A Fashionista’s Closet Full of Falling Stilettos: Sneaking up on Gee, Jane notes that he appears to be sleeping, thinking himself invisible. Using one of her blades, Jane slices into the misty sphere surrounding Gee, draws blood, and realizes that she has inadvertently cut into his actual body. The mist closes back up, and Jane gets a look at the form within—some type of creature with wings, one she has seen before in the emblem in the foyer of Leo’s clan home. Back at the house, Jane confronts Bruiser, who seems to know nothing about what Gee really is, but identifies the animal in the design as an Anzu, a mythical beast with an attachment to humans. Jane weapons up and heads over to the vamp cemetery to have a chat with Sabina, figuring that the ancient vampire will have the answers she seeks. Calling Leo to make sure she can get into the property without a problem, Jane is practically speechless with surprise when Leo apologizes for his attack on her earlier, when he was under the influence of Katie’s blood. When she arrives at the cemetery, Jane notices that the angel on top of one of the mausoleums bears a striking resemblance to Gee.

When Sabina appears, Jane asks her about the Cursed of Artemis. Sabina tells Jane that the original woman of the tale, Lolandes, later named Artemis, had a pet hunting bird, which was killed by a wolf in a fight over prey. Lolandes cursed the animal with a disease that affected both brain and body. That night the wolf infected other animals, and on the next bit a human, who also spread the contagion. Feeling guilt over the spread of the disease, Lolandes devised a cure of sorts that would work with all of the weres except the wolves. Jane asks if the treasured hunting bird may have been an Anzu, but Sabina says she does not know. Sabrina abruptly departs, and as Jane gets ready to leave, she realizes she forgot to return the piece of the Blood Cross. Leaving the relic in a bag on a door handle, Jane rides off. When Jane gets back to the house, she finds a file Reach has sent her, with information about Rick’s last location (narrowed down to two spots). Since there is now a full-on storm raging, Jane decides to get some sleep and to go investigate both places the next day.

Dang. Brass Knuckles Are Cool! Deciding to go to church in spite of what she perceives as being her guilt over various aspects of her life, Jane then heads out to check out one of the hotels Reach provided her the address for. When she arrives, Jane smells werewolves and then spots Rick’s bike, which has been sitting in the same place for days. After discussing Rick’s whereabouts with the kid manning the desk at the hotel and offering a nice payment, Jane breaks down the door and finds two wolves inside, but no Rick, though she can tell he was there recently. She also smells the female werewolf in the same places. Interrogating one of the werewolves—in his wolf form, which proves interesting—Jane learns that a group of wolves left, taking Rick with them, to go and scout out Leo’s clan home. To her horror, Jane reaches the conclusion, confirmed by the wolf, that the female wants to turn Rick. Calling Sloan with the information, and telling him about the two wolves trussed up and waiting for the police in the hotel, Jane leaves to head back to the house and once again tries to figure out all of the connections between the various events of the present and past. Feeling particularly guilty over Rick’s dilemma since she feels as though she should have looked into his situation first, Jane gets more weapons and calls Derek Lee for backup. On her way to Leo’s, Jane notices a vehicle following her. When she rounds the curve in the road, Jane sees werewolves getting out of a truck, some in wolf form and some human.

Killing Teeth Tore Through . . . and Took Me By the Throat: Jane realizes she was somehow set up, since Rick was not with this group of wolves, which was obviously expecting her. While battling the weres, Jane gets shot, manages to break through the throng on Bitsa, finds a place on the side of the road, and shifts into Beast to keep from dying. Beast hides Jane’s guns and clothes in the bushes, then goes in search of food. After snatching a couple of chickens from a farm, Beast goes to Leo’s, coming up on a deputy speaking to Roul on the phone about a stasis spell, the man clearly one of the werewolves. When the deputy drives away, Beast goes inside, finding an almost-dead Nettie on the floor. In the living room she comes upon blood-servants not moving, under the spell the man was talking about. Among the people, Jane and Beast spot Jane’s necklace, the one torn from her neck in the fight with the werewolves back at the bar several days earlier. Figuring out that the wolves had wanted to implicate her in this situation, Jane asks Beast to take the necklace and move it. On the security camera, Beast and Jane see Leo in his lair, injured, and one of her missing stakes is in the room with him, and she also sees the hand of another person in there with him. Beast goes into the barn, looking for a place to wait out the time until sundown when she can shift back into Jane. When leaving there to go back to Bitsa, they see Kemnebi in leopard form outside, and he sees Beast. After shifting back, Jane immediately calls Bruiser, telling him what’s going on at the clan home and her suspicions about Tyler. Jane then leaves a message for Gee, letting him know that Leo may need his help. Riding back to Leo’s, Jane waits for Bruiser.

Dry Cleaning Bills Are Outrageous in My Line of Work: Bruiser arrives with Evangelina and two men that Jane pegs as lawyers. All five of them discuss whether to call the police, drop the spells and risk having humans die, and how to go about aiding Leo. Looking at the security monitor console, Bruiser determines that Tyler was the one who let the werewolves in, and sends a team to track the man down. Bruiser goes and picks up Sabina, along with a few other trusted vamps, and Bruiser, Jane, and Sabina head down the stairs into Leo’s lair. Upon entering, they see two things: Leo’s bed is covered in blood, with Jane’s missing stake at his feet, and the hand visible in the monitor, caught in the trap of the hedge of thorns spell, is that of Girrard.

Rock and Roll, Legs: Examining Girrard’s position, Jane states that he was either defending Leo or running away from the scene when the hedge spell activated. When the stasis spell drops, Girrard lands on the floor, and Jane gets on top of him to hold him in place until they find out what happened. When Leo drinks enough from Sabina to be able to speak, he says that Girrard saved him, killing a werewolf in the process. Girrard tells Jane that he had been watching the clan home, and that his presence within the hedge-of-thorns spell kept Leo alive. After the police arrive with a warrant for Tyler’s room, they find the evidence that he framed Bruiser, and the werewolf deputy gets questioned.

Jane asks Bruiser to get her access into vamp HQ, the place where everything started, and when she arrives Wrassler tells her of another secret entrance to the office where Safia was killed. When she asks to look at the room the grindylow stayed in, they find it trashed, and with claw marks similar to those on Safia’s neck, which leads to Jane to guess at the true role of the grindylow.

Speculating as to what may have transpired, Jane and Wrassler go to watch the security feeds from several hours prior to the party and hours after, and they piece together some of the story. It seems that Safia and the female werewolf knew each other, and Jane confirms with Sloan that Safia introduced Rick to the female werewolf before the party. Given Rick’s blood in the passageway, it seems clear that someone took him out that way. Jane spots Booger, the bar owner from her first encounter with the wolves, and knows where to look for Rick.

Near the bar, Jane finds the werewolves’ camp. She sees the female washing off, and when the woman turns her way Jane recognizes her—Magnolia Sweets. Other pieces begin to fall into place, as Jane figures out that Tyler is really Terrance, Magnolia’s son. Jane leaves a voice mail message for Girrard, telling him that she has figured things out, and gives him her location. Girrard calls Jane back, and they discuss what happened in the past, that Magnolia had been bitten by a werewolf in the vamp war, did not tell him until it was too late to cure her, and so she left with Girrard. Jane says she wants Girrard to act as Mercy Blade for Magnolia, and to try to cure Rick. Derek Lee and his crew arrive, and the group prepares to go in.

Pick a Target. Aim. Shoot: The team attacks, and Jane sees Booger, Tyler, and Raol all go down. With Derek, Jane heads over to an outbuilding, in which she finds Rick lying on a cot, naked, bruised, and bloody. Magnolia lies next to him, with her throat torn out, the grindylow having done its job of execution for the breaking of were-law by biting a human. Jane carries Rick out to the van, and they take him to Leo’s for Girrard to work his magic.

Two weeks later Jane is still haunted by the bloodbath of that night, and Rick has not been in touch with her, even refusing to see her. Jane determines to not return to New Orleans after her vacation back in the mountains of North Carolina, spending some time with Molly. As she gets on Bitsa to leave, she hears another bike coming. The rider stops half a block away, and Jane scents Rick, realizing that he had been bitten and infected by Safia well before Magnolia got to him. Beast tells Jane that she smells black leopard, big-cat.

Novella and Stories:

Easy Pickings

Faith’s Note: This crossover story with C. E. Murphy features Jane joining forces with Joanne Walker, and takes place in an alternative history timeline that does not affect the rest of the Jane Yellowrock series timeline.

Joanne Walker takes in the sights and sounds of New Orleans for the first time, feeling the pull in her stomach that signifies something magical is going on. She spots a tall woman across the crowd, one dressed all in leather with yellow eyes. Using her Sight to look more closely, Joanne notices two things about the unusual woman: her aura is beautiful, composed of both earth colors and darkness, and there are two souls sharing one body. Joanne thinks she now knows why she is in New Orleans.

Jane Yellowrock knows that something does not feel right about New Orleans. She felt it while in Beast form just outside the city, and now in on the streets she knows so well Jane is positive something is off—the Royal Mojo Blues Company bar is now the Vamp Mojo, a blood bar, and the sign is not a new one. Jane can scent Leo and Katie inside the building, but they too are different. Then Jane spots a woman who seems out of place, goes up to talk to her, and gives her a good sniff.

Both women are surprised at their own words when they introduce themselves: Joanne as a shaman, and Jane as a skinwalker. Joanne tells Jane that her magic pulled her there to the city for some reason, and Jane points out the yellow-orange light shooting up between some buildings, which Joanne confirms is magic, and tells Jane that what she smells is brimstone.

As the two women make their way toward the area, Joanne learns that in this reality, and Jane’s, vampires and weres exist. Then they spot a creature with gills, horns, and a terrible stench. Joanne sets up a protective shield for the people, and when the monster attacks, Jane uses her guns. Joanne uses a magical net to yank the monster off its feet, but it then chases her through a doorway, and Jane notices Joanne now has a sword. When Jane runs through the doorway, she feels agonizing pain and shifts into Beast, who catches the creature and kills it. The doorway was a portal that Joanne created to lead the monster away from where it could harm people.

When she comes face-to-face with Beast, Joanne figures out that the mountain lion she sees is Jane, and it turns out that Joanne can hear Beast’s thoughts so they are able to communicate. While Beast eats and Joanne watches, a very tall, very handsome dark-skinned man with a Cajun accent shows up, introducing himself as Lazarus, asking to be called Laz. Jane returns in her human form, immediately distrustful of the new arrival. Joanne examines him with her Sight, and sees a maze of magic running through him, and when she asks Laz what he is, he replies that he is a gateway. While the two women debate what to do next—try to leave this world (Jane) or figure out what is going on (Joanne), Laz makes himself into a portal back to where they started.

Jane, not caring for the way Laz smells, suggests that perhaps he is responsible for bringing them to this world, and takes him down with her blade at his throat. Laz insists that he was also pulled here somehow. Not really satisfied with his answer, Jane nonetheless lets Laz up, partly because she’s starving. The trio go to a diner—the one that in Jane’s world used to be Antione’s. After eating a lot of food, and trying to determine what the Antoine of this world is, the three go up to speak to him. Jane tells Antoine that Evangelina Everhart suggested they come there, and he replies that they should have reported to Amaury first. When they leave, Jane tells the others that in her world, Amaury died in the ’forties.

Jane, Joanne, and Laz arrive at Vamp Mojo to meet with Amaury, and also find Leo and Katie, both of whom appear considerably different than the ones Jane knows. The very arrogant Amaury tells the trio that all of the magic users in the area are under his control, his payment for saving the city from Katrina. Jane tells him that something pulled all three of them there, and Amaury says that a voodoo woman made a mistake when crafting a love spell, which resulted in a rift. The visitors wisely do not add that they were pulled there from other worlds.

After they get outside, Joanne reports that Amaury is a mass of evil, and is pulling on the power of everyone in the city. Knowing that they need to get to the bayou quickly to find the voodooine, Jane decides stealing a car is their best option. When they arrive at the location, a large power drain destroys the car shortly after they all get out of it. Laz somehow manages to contain the explosion, claiming that he’s using earth magic. The heavy doses of magic flying around have forced Jane to shift into Beast again, and she leaves the others. When Joanne ends up taking a few swipes at Laz with her sword—when not meaning to, or trying to—she realizes that she is being controlled by voodoo. While Joanne and Laz try to deal with their situation, Beast spots the voodoo woman and attacks her, holding her down by the throat until the others get there, the spell on Joanne now broken.

From the woman, who claims that the black magic is coming from Amaury, not her, and Jane, back to herself, realizes that the woman, Serena, has a baby. Amaury has taken Serena’s baby until is able to perform a love spell on another vampire’s human wife, but since she was unable to do so, she opened up the rift in order to bring through the demon to kill Amaury. Joanne tells Serena that she brought the three of them through as well. Serena says she even prayed to Papa Legba, and begs her visitors to help her get her child back, to which they agree. When Joanne points out that their transportation no longer exists, Laz creates a portal that transports all four of them to just outside Vamp Mojo.

Along with werewolves and witches, two tall creatures seemingly made out of swamp material appear, which when Joanne examines them with her Sight, she knows that they are actually constructed of the winds and water of Katrina, which Amaury had somehow managed to trap and contain. Fighting off the various attackers, the four eventually make it inside the bar. While they are fighting off a few vamps, Amaury appears, then disappears. Laz says he hears the baby, and when hearing the wind outside, Joanne speculates that the Katrina force is about to be set free. Since Amaury is not a witch and wouldn’t be able to control that much power, Joanne suggests that he must be using some sort of focus, and Jane thinks it may be an amulet. Leo and Katie say they will help them, as Amaury is killing them by siphoning off their power.

Laz says he will take the amulet, once they find it, since it can’t be destroyed without causing all sorts of problems. Joanne, via her Sight, finally determines what Laz really is, but when the baby cries, they all head off in the direction of the sound. When they arrive, Amaury has a knife to Serena’s throat—a knife he seems to be having difficulty controlling. Joanne figures out that the knife is the amulet, and telling Jane to get the baby and Serena, she calls upon her snake spirit to lend her speed, and she goes after Amuary, slicing off his hand, and then kills him. The storm hits hard inside the room, but Laz manages to contain it. Serena then knows exactly who Laz really is: Papa Legba, a voodoo legend, brought to New Orleans years ago with the slaves. Leo wants the knife-amulet, but Laz/Legba says he will keep it safe.

Though Jane wants to send Laz back to where he came from, he points out that they might have trouble sending him there. He says he will make doorways for both Jane and Joanne to return to their worlds. The two women leave briefly to discuss the situation, and determine that New Orleans is likely safer with Laz there keeping Katrina under control. Since Jane is weak from multiple shifts, Joanne lends her some of her energy so she can make it through the portal. Joanne gets a glimpse of Jane’s soul home. Before having Laz send them back, Joanne gives Jane one of her earrings, hoping that it will serve as a connection if they ever need or want to see each other. Jane reciprocates by giving Joanne one of her hair sticks. The two women part, going back to their respective worlds.

“Blood, Fangs, and Going Furry”: Rick LaFleur had suffered terribly during that first night of the full moon, unable to shift into his cat. Kemnebi had refused to help him, but Gee DiMercy told him that Jane may be able to help. This did not make any sense to Rick, but he was willing to try, so he rides his motorcycle to Jane’s street, determined to see her. When he arrives, Jane is outside, and she walks over to him. With his voice barely human and difficult to understand, Rick tells Jane about this problem, and that they let him go because he hit Leo. The next thing Rick knows, Jane tells him she’s sorry and then punches him.

When Rick wakes up, he’s being sprayed with water, in a cage, with a tranquilizer dart in his rear end. Jane is there, and tells him that she got permission to keep him in the warehouse until the three nights of the full moon are past. After giving him food and clothes to get dressed, Jane tells Rick that five witches are coming to help him through his shift. Given his experience with witches, Rick is not thrilled to hear this, and he asks Jane to stay while the women are there.

Leo comes into the room, and Rick apologizes for having hit him. Leo tells Rick that since he has provided Rick with his blood a few times to save his life, he is able to feel Rick’s pain. Leo says that neither his blood nor Gee’s help can save Rick from the were-taint, which is why he called the witches, and he assures Rick that he can be drugged throughout the process. George Dumas, Leo’s primo, is operating the tranquilizer gun and will give Rick a dose whenever he asks. The witches arrive, and the painful night of hell begins.

At dawn, Rick awakens to Kemnebi taunting him, when seemingly out of nowhere Jane knocks the man to the floor, putting a knife to his throat. George tries to break up the fight, but Jane demands that Kemnebi recognize her as alpha. Though he tries to say it is only for now, Jane forces him to acknowledge her as alpha forever, and then points out that the whole exchange has been recorded, giving his statement legal status among weres. Jane tells Kemnebi that he will take care of Rick, teaching him how to shift and how to be a were. She claims Rick as under her protection. Rick gets another dose of pain medication.

This time when Rick wakes up he is in a tent in the mountains, which he knows is thanks to Jane. Rick vows that he will learn what he needs, and that he will then go after Jane, as they have a lot to discuss.

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“Dance Master” (in the Jane Yellowrock Companion Guide): George knows when Jane arrives to join him for breakfast, hearing her Harley and then her boots. As Jane walks across the room toward his table, George watches her, and can feel his master, Leo, doing so as well. Leo says that Jane is his, but George replies that Jane does not belong to anyone, giving Leo something to think about. Though he desires Jane, George is well aware that Rick LaFleur stands between them, in spite of the man’s unfortunate plight with the were-taint. However, even without that barrier between Jane and Rick, George doubts that, given Rick’s history with women, the relationship would have lasted.

Jane takes her seat and begins to eat, asking what his boss wants. George tells Jane that Leo permits Jane to get away with behavior he doesn’t accept in anyone else, to which she responds that Leo does not own her. Bruiser says he hopes Leo never drinks from her, and that she retains her freedom of spirit.

The job Leo wants Jane for is to find the rogue yet not insane vampire who is attacking, but not killing, various customers at the Royal Mojo Blues Company. George and Jane go over to the club, and once inside, Jane looks around, going to a back entrance, the fire escape. Unlocking the door and disabling the alarm, and Jane examines the ground, sniffing. Jane tells George that the culprit is an old female vamp, with a human helping her by letting her in the door at night when the club is open. Outside, Jane determines that the vampire has her lair there, with her human also. George says that Leo will decide what to do with the vamp. Jane goes to wash off and comes in the back door.

George has an Allman Brothers album playing, and Jane asks him to join her on the dance floor. When the record ends, George kisses Jane, but they are interrupted by her phone ringing. George determines that one day Jane will be his, and he won’t be sharing her with anyone.

Raven Cursed, Book Four

Lots of Things That Go Boom and Kill Bad Guys: Jane Yellowrock arrives in Asheville on a borrowed bike while Bitsa gets repaired—happy to be there (as is Beast). Jane is annoyed with herself for taking the job from Leo Pellissier, vampire Master of the City of New Orleans. He sent her to North Carolina on a job that involves vamp politics, which Jane never enjoys. A local vampire clan master, Lincoln Shaddock, has applied to Leo—again—to be Master of the City of Asheville. Though every previous petition over the last sixty years has resulted in Leo’s refusal, this time he is sending a representative to meet with Lincoln, as one of his scions has come out of devoveo in just two years, rather than the typical ten. Jane’s job: to provide security for the meeting. However, she suspects that Leo may have another motive for sending her back to where she came from.

A day and a half later, Jane and her team, including Derek Lee and two of his men, are in place, ready for the landing of the helicopter transporting the vamp representative from the airport to the hotel. Jane’s first surprise: Grégoire of Clan Arceneau disembarks, rather than Katie, the vamp she was expecting. Jane suspects that Leo sent the gorgeous Grégoire partially to tempt her, but nonetheless is pleased to see twins Brandon and Brian, Grégoire’s primo blood-servants. At midnight, the event gets under way. All goes well until close to dawn, when a television news report shows the scene of an attack. Almost immediately Jane receives a call from Leo, who tells her to go and take care of the problem.

Vamp-Fang and Werewolf-Bite Scars: Examining the riverbank next to the campsite where the attack occurred, Jane scents a fishy smell, and she and Beast agree—grindylow. Fearing that the presence of the grindy may be partially her fault, Jane continues to study the area, and the photos of the injured couple, and tells the cop, Emmett, her witch friend, Molly, and the two river guides, Mike and Dave, that werewolves are responsible for the attack. She explains to them that the grindy enforces the were-law against biting humans, which explains its presence at the site. Scenting paw prints brings Jane an unwelcome conclusion: the two werewolves are the only ones left of the pack she destroyed in New Orleans—they were in jail at the time of the battle. Jane knows the werewolves are here as a personal challenge to her, especially so close to Stirling Mountain. Jane says she will look into getting a Mercy Blade to heal the young couple attacked. Jane makes a deal with guides Dave and Mike to have people send in the locations of all the places they have seen the distinctive grindy claw marks, as Jane feels she may be able to figure out the area the werewolves are staying. As Jane and Molly are leaving, they discuss breakfast plans, but Jane notes to herself that she does not get an invitation to Molly’s home, which she knows is due to Big Evan worrying about Molly’s safety when she’s with Jane.

You Fight Dirty: After texting a request to Leo and Bruiser for a healer for the injured couple, Jane heads up Stirling Mountain, knowing she needs to talk to Rick. On her way to the spot she remembers, Jane scents the grindy, and big cat. When she arrives at the campsite where Rick and Kemnebi, the wereleopard she forced to become her beta and take care of Rick, are staying, she finds Kemnebi drunk and Rick off fishing. Kemnebi makes no secret of his hatred for Rick, the man his former mate, Safia, had bitten in order to turn him, which resulted in her death by the grindylow. Kemnebi tells Jane that the grindy has been by to see him. When Rick returns, it becomes obvious to Jane that Kemnebi is treating him like a slave, which does not sit well with her. Jane takes Kemnebi down and tells him about the werewolves, and that she will expect him to help her when she calls. As she is leaving, Rick catches her and says the grindy smells funny, and since he has the rest of the day off, he asks her if she would like to go to lunch.

If the Vamp-Poo Became Airborne: After they eat six sandwiches between them, Rick asks Jane if they are going to talk. Though Jane has been expecting this, and knows the conversation needs to happen, she still dreads it. Rick starts by saying that he cheated on her with the female werewolf, and that even though they weren’t “going steady,” he feels guilty about it. Rick surprises Jane when he tells her that he and Safia never had sex—that she had bitten him only. Jane feels as though Rick was raped by the female werewolf, Magnolia Sweets, and that it wasn’t cheating at all. Then Rick asks Jane what she is, and when she finally gets herself together enough to talk about it, Jane tells him, explaining that as a skinwalker she was born, not made, and that she cannot infect others. Jane also confirms that it was indeed her that saved him from the saber-tooth lion, the form the rogue skinwalker had taken and tried to kill Rick. When they are saying good-bye, they end up saying it in a very hot and heavy kiss that gets interrupted by someone. Back at the hotel, Jane gets ready for the evening duty of security for the vamp parley. Derek warns Jane that the sheriff released her name in a press conference, and the antivamp protesters are saying she lied to protect the vampires, but everything seems to be under control.

Two Cups and You’re Done: During the evening’s vamp tastings, which Jane finds icky, comical, and kind of intriguing all at once, she allows her mind to wander, thinking about her conversation with Rick. When she zeroes back in the discussion in the room, Grégoire and Lincoln are talking about the faster “curing” process that Lincoln’s young experience. Jane once again gets distracted, this time by Beast showing her mental images of what she considers a good time, and when her attention returns to the meeting, she realizes she has missed something. Thankfully Beast fills her in, but the news is not good—Grégoire has requested to see the place where Lincoln houses his young, tonight. This visit was not planned until later in the week, and Jane’s team has not been able to scout the location yet, so she is very disturbed. All parties get in the car and make the trip, Jane and her team uncomfortable the whole time. Their arrival at the very nice clan home goes smoothly, though Jane and Beast are not happy about what they see in regard to how the scions are kept.

Leo Pellissier’s Right-Hand Meal: Despite not sleeping in two days, Jane wants to get away from the vamps and blood-servants for a while, and Leo wants her to track down the werewolves responsible for the assaults. Jane learns that more campers were attacked overnight. Not helping her mood, a local news station is running a story about the newest incident, also mentioning Jane and showing the amateur video footage from a year ago when she and Molly hunted down the rogue vamps who killed Paul Braxton. The video clearly shows the scar on Jane’s neck, which by now is pretty much gone. When she stops by Derek’s room to ask for transportation, he questions her about the scar while he has the safety off on his gun. This exchange reminds Jane what their relationship really is.

When Jane arrives at the crime scene, she talks with the sheriff and his deputy about the fact that werewolves, not vamps, are responsible, and tells them that a Mercy Blade from Charlotte is on her way to try to heal anyone attacked by the werewolves. Jane recommends silver shot to the local law enforcement officers, and gets permission to examine the crime scene.

Vigilante Law’s Got No Place in My County: Jane looks over the campsite, and knows three people were killed and three others chased into the woods—the three left alive being women, Jane tells the deputy. When he asks how she knows that, since they kept the information out of the papers, Jane says that the werewolves are trying to turn mates, since their females don’t typically live, and that those who do go insane. Jane points out that in a way, all werewolves are slightly crazed and sick from the curse. Something else Jane also notices that she doesn’t share: the first woman attacked is a witch, and one of these at this site was also. Jane assumes the werewolves are trying their luck with witch women. Looking carefully around the scene, Jane finds a piece of metal in the ground—Rick’s old key chain, the one he lost when held captive by the werewolves, meaning they are trying to frame him, too. Jane assures Sheriff Grizzard that vampires did not do this, that it was werewolves, for sure.

You Chasing the Big Doggies? Jane leaves the crime scene, going down to look for more signs of the grindy, hoping to catch up with him and discuss joining forces to hunt the werewolves. After finding signs that he was recently there, Jane heads back up the mountain and stops by to see Mike and Dave, the kayak tour guides. When figuring out the area the grindy is marking out and covering using the coordinates supplied by paddlers, Jane realizes that Molly’s home lies within that area. Horror-struck, Jane calls Molly’s house, but Angelina answers the phone. When Jane asks her if she has seen any big dogs lately, Angie replies that she has, at her window, but that she scared them off. Jane tells Molly what she believes the werewolves are up to, trying to turn witches. Back at her hotel, Jane gets some sorely needed sleep, but wakens when she senses someone in her room—no one she knows, but she can smell unknown vamp on him. With her weapons all a few feet away, Jane waits and listens. When the intruder gets close enough, Jane clocks him with a statue, then grabs one of her guns. Hitting the guy messes up the aim of his gun, his bullets falling short and soundlessly because of a suppressor. Jane gets off a few shots of her own.

Wrong Century, White Boy: Hauled into the police station for questioning since she shot a man, Jane repeats countless times that she does not know the man, or why he was sent to her room. Eventually Jane gets released, at the same time her lawyer arrives—Brandon, one of Grégoire’s blood-servant twins, along with an elegant woman, blood-servant to Lincoln, Adelaide Mooney. In a Volkswagen limo with some very cool firearms inside, the three go to Lincoln’s barbecue restaurant for an early dinner. Adelaide seems to be particularly interested in what Jane “is,” and Brandon chimes in that no one knows. Jane makes it clear that it’s no one’s business. Derek and Wrassler join the trio at the restaurant, and Jane explains clearly what is going on with the werewolves, and lets the others know that Kemnebi is in the area too. Jane states that man who attacked her is a blood-servant that Brandon and Adelaide say they don’t know, which means another vampire may be interested in the parley. Saying she needs to be away for a time, Jane confirms with her team that they can handle security without her during that time. When Jane excuses herself to use the restroom, Adelaide follows her.

I Sleep With Vamps for a Living: While the two women are washing their hands, they have a conversation that leads to discussing friendship, and the difficulties of being tall women who feel as though they are isolated by how they look and what they do. Jane realizes that Adelaide is actually making overtures of friendship, and decides to accept. Adelaide gives Jane the number of her transportation service, telling her she can use it whenever she likes, but cautioning that since they report to her every location they visit, if it’s somewhere Jane wishes to keep private, she will want to make other arrangements.

Returning the hotel, Jane learns that the man she shot died from his wounds. This news shocks Jane, as she has never killed a human before. As she tries to process the information, she also finds out that her new room is once again adjacent to the blood twins. When getting ready to leave, Jane finds Brian outside her door. At first she is thinking he means to keep her inside, but he tells her that he just wants her to listen to what he has to say. Brian relates the story of how many years ago he killed a man in defense of Grégoire, despite the vampire’s edict against killing humans. He tells Jane that what she did was in self-defense, and he thanks her for giving a little piece of her soul in defense of Grégoire too, as well as Brian and Brandon. Jane then visits a church.

Streams Talking Softly in Mountain-Water Tongue: Jane goes to church, and thinks about the two parts of her, how to bring them together and meld them into one, but realizes that she can’t do it now. Afterward, Jane goes into the woods to shift into Beast, and the big cat finds another werewolf kill site, and one place where a man was bitten but got away, now presenting a danger to others. When she comes back to herself, on a boulder out in the river, thanks to Beast, Jane goes to the police department to report the deaths she discovered, also realizing too late that her tracks as Beast will likely be visible. Sheriff Grizzard is pleased that it sounds as though the new sites are in a different county.

Who? Bit? You? Sheriff Scoggins and her men find the site Jane described, and Jane says she will look into having the vamps supply the money needed for silver shot for law enforcement. Despite wishing to avoid running into Evangelina, Molly’s sister who put a spell on Brusier in New Orleans, Jane goes to Seven Sassy Sisters Herb Shop and Café for breakfast, and immediately gets engulfed with hugs. All goes well until Evangelina arrives, looking considerably slimmer and many years younger, and Beast reacts as though in defense. Evangelina spells everyone, including her own sisters, but with Beast’s help Jane fights off the effects, and as it turns out, Little Evan is also immune to his aunt’s machinations. When Jane gets up close to Evangelina again, she sees two puncture marks on the witch’s neck, and she admits that Lincoln Shaddock has bitten her. Evangelina leaves, but even after she goes, effects of the spell remain. Jane keeps the scarf and a few hairs she pulled from Evangelina in the struggle. The door to the café opens, and Rick comes in.

Tag Team Sex? That’s the Best You Could Come Up With? In spite of the attentions of Molly’s sisters, Jane and Rick manage to have a conversation, in which he says that he misses the company of human females, sober people, and mostly Jane. Rick also shares that he has received some phone calls in the last twenty-four hours, which is odd since no one had his number. Jane realizes that Leo was able to trace Rick through her call history. Rick tells Jane one of the calls was from a man who identified himself as Smith Jones, saying he had a job for Rick—to get close to Jane so she could get him in with the vamps, but Rick refused. Rick and Jane both think the man is PsyLED, though he claimed to be part of an organization that doesn’t exist yet. Rick also wonders why Evangelina just disappeared from the vampire/witch restitution talks without any explanation. Jane, feeling pretty sure that Evangelina may have followed either her or Grégoire back to Asheville and the talks, and then found out from Rick that rather than Grégoire, Leo was supposed to come himself. Jane also learns that a copy of Magnolia Sweets’ diary was delivered anonymously to NOPD. Bruiser also called Rick, asking him if he and Jane are still involved, because he wants to court her. Jane leaves before finding out what Rick answered.

Back at the hotel, Jane does some research on spells and the grindy’s whereabouts, then takes part in a sparring match with Brandon and Brian. At the end of the session, Derek Lee is there observing, and Jane knows he is very suspicious of her. Later the Mercy Blade, Gertruda, arrives. When Lincoln Shaddock is half an hour late for the evening’s meeting, Jane gets worried and calls Adelaide, who calls her back with Lincoln’s location. Jane and some of her team head over to the barbecue joint.

You’ll Be True-Dead: When arriving at the restaurant, Jane and her team see Lincoln and Evangelina dancing, and Jane sees them both covered by the rosy glow of a spell. When she notices a red mote come from Evangelina and go into Lincoln, Jane calls Bruiser to ask him to look for something in a box at her house in New Orleans. While waiting for Bruiser to call back, Dacy, Lincoln’s heir, and another vamp come in, asking if Jane and her team plan to mess with Lincoln. When Jane tells them about the spell, the two leave her to her plans. When Bruiser calls back, Jane’s suspicions are confirmed: Evangelina took the blood diamond, the one that uses blood-magic powered by the deaths of countless witch children, which also siphons the power of other witches. Making plans with Derek and the men, Jane propels herself in between Lincoln and Evangelina, staking the vamp in the stomach to immobilize him yet making it obvious she is not trying to kill him. While Derek and the others stay with Lincoln, Jane lands on top of Evangelina, keeping her down, demanding that she release Lincoln from the spell. Jane then identifies herself to those in the room as Leo’s Enforcer, and that she expects to be obeyed, and they all stand down. Evie tells Jane that her “ends justify the means,” and says she will kill Jane. After Jane releases her, Evie runs out, and Jane commands Lincoln to go and beg forgiveness of Grégoire, and warns him that she will not be so understanding next time. Lincoln agrees, though he doesn’t seem to know what he did, and does go make his apologies to Grégoire. Jane is disturbed by Grégoire’s demand that after the talks are over she bring him the witch responsible. Jane does call Reach to have him look into Evangelina’s financial information.

Rather than getting some much-needed sleep, Jane turns on the television for a weather update, but instead sees a report from some hikers about a campsite they stumbled upon that seemed to be the scene of a massacre. Jane calls Grizzard, gets permission to join in the search, and finds the site that law enforcement is hunting for. With a little help from Beast, Jane puts together the sequence of events: this site was the first place the werewolves killed when they arrived, in a mad frenzy, followed by the others, which were the more recent after the werewolves gained control. Jane asks Sheriff Grizzard if he likes cats.

Be Polite to the Nice Pussycat: Kind of surprised by Grizzard allowing Kemnebi in big-cat form to come and work the scene, Jane takes a nap in her SUV while awaiting his arrival. Rick drives up with Kemnebi already in leopard form, but he will not permit anyone to put the collar on him that the sheriff insisted upon. After he is done looking over the scene, Kem-cat answers questions for Rick, and then agrees to show Rick and Jane the older trail the werewolves took. Grizzard says that PsyLED called him about Rick. After tramping around in the woods in the drenching rain for hours, the trio ends up back at the vehicles. When Kemnebi resumes human form, he tells Jane and Rick that the grindylow is behaving differently than usual, resting a lot, may perhaps be sick—a proposition that seems to please Kemnebi, grieving the loss of Safia. When he says that the grindy never rests when humans are in danger, Jane realizes that the reason it didn’t get to Rick sooner when the werewolves had him was that Kemnebi caged the grindy in his room at the hotel. When Jane says this, Kemnebi’s hands change into clawed paws, and Jane’s do the same, with Beast taking control and latching on to Kemnebi’s neck.

Is This a Proposal or Something? Kemnebi submits to Jane/Beast, and Beast relinquishes control to Jane. Though surprised that Beast can do a partial shift, Jane is very pleased when she sees her hands and mouth are back to her human form. Jane tells Rick to let Kemnebi know that if he tries to kill Rick, she will kill him, because he belongs to Beast. When she arrives back at the hotel, Jane is shaky, soaked, and laughing uncontrollably until she eats more.

After warming up and calming down, Jane heads over to Molly’s house, not sure of the reception she will receive. Molly’s husband, Evan, resents Jane for placing his children and his wife in danger with the vamp-witches in New Orleans. When Jane arrives, Angelina rushes out the door to meet her, but Evan bars her way. Jane hands Evan the scarf she took from Evangelina, and tells him that if what he smells is important, they all need to talk. Evan replies that he smells Evangelina and blood-magic. Jane shares the information about the spells Evangelina has been casting, and the fact that she stole the blood diamond from Jane and has been using it. Evan faults Jane for not destroying the diamond, but she asks how was she supposed to do so, and when Evan says he doesn’t want her there, Jane starts to go, telling him that he can figure out what to do on his own. Evan calls her back, admitting her has seen the changes in Evangelina too, realizing that they can’t be real. When Jane and Evan try to talk to Molly about her sister, she refuses to listen and keeps repeating the same phrase over and over again, and makes mention of vampires having taken Evangelina’s family, something Jane and Evan had never heard before. Evan tries to break the spell on Molly, but is unable to, saying he will have to look into how to do so. Angie has a bad dream, which she says was about a green frog eating a deer, and Evan says she has been having those a lot lately. Jane leaves.

And If the Fangheads Kill Them? Jane goes to the café owned by Molly and her sisters, and find Amelia and Regan, the two humans in the bunch, working. Jane warns the two women to watch out for the werewolves who may be attempting to turn witches, and they respond by pulling out a shotgun and two handguns, all loaded with silver. Jane opts to not tell Regan and Amelia about the situation with the rest of the sisters for now. When leaving, Jane gets a call from Rick, asking her to join him at a local restaurant. When she arrives, Jane scents werewolves but can tell they left a while ago. Local law enforcement, whose chief of police is not particularly fond of Jane, joins her and Rick at their table, and Rick tells them they have permission to watch the security footage. Jane recognizes Fire Truck, one of the werewolves she tangled with in New Orleans, and the second one is the other she left for the cops. The chief worries about Rick’s status after having been tortured by the werewolves, but Jane assures him that the Mercy Blade took care of the werewolf taint. Jane tells the police chief to call her if his officers spot the werewolves, and she will call the vamps to come and take care of them. Jane goes back to the hotel and finds a spot on the map that hasn’t been searched yet. Grabbing her go-bag, Jane heads to an area down the mountain from Molly’s to shift. Beast surprises Jane by opening the door of the SUV with her paws, to put away Jane’s blanket and necklace and to get to the meat Jane forgot to leave outside. Beast finds the scent of the wolves, and the site of a recent deer kill. The Beast scents Molly and Angelina.

Molly Can Kill Cow? Beast checks the perimeter of Molly’s house, ensuring that all are safe and snug inside. Satisfied, she once again follows the werewolf scent, going by Molly’s sisters’ houses, all protected by wards, smells the grindy, and Evangelina. Ending up at a big house, which Jane guesses may be the Everhart family home, Beast/Jane sees Evangelina come outside, naked, with a bowl, full of blood that smells odd, and the blood diamond. Jane guesses that the blood is spelled. Beast sneaks into the house while Evangelina is engaged in her ritual, and finds a room upstairs with a dead body in a rug, the pictures from the vamp-witches that Jane had given Evangelina to destroy, a summoning circle with a creature Jane fears is a demon, and a room with two werewolves in cages—the same two who have been on the rampage. The werewolves have cuts that haven’t healed, and Beast also smells Lincoln Shaddock. Beast sneaks away while Evangelina is now sleeping, and Jane says she needs to research demons.

Want to Play? Back at the hotel Jane calls Evan with her new information, and he gruffly tells Jane to stay out of it. Jane then does some research on demons, trying to figure out how everything ties together and what Evangelina may be trying to accomplish. While asleep, Jane has a very nice dream about Rick joining her in her bed. When she wakes up, she discovers she isn’t dreaming. Rick wants to “play,” though he can’t have intercourse because he would pass on the were-taint. After a round of fun, Jane notices the Rick’s cat tattoos are imbued with magic, and he explains how the witch Loriann was forced to use the magic (story told in “Cat Tats”) by an unbalanced vampire. Jane says that may be why he has been unable to shift, and Rick replies that he agrees, and he is worried that if he does, he will be bound into cat form. Later, Kemnebi calls and asks if Jane would like him to go along to the grindy’s lair, which Jane believes she has located. While getting ready for the hunt, Jane sees she has received three messages from Angelina but does not check them, as Evan told her to stay out of the situation. Rick arrives with Kem-cat, and he and Beast (within Jane) do not care for each other but manage to not get into another scuffle. When they arrive at the spot they are looking for, they smell rotten dead meat and old blood.

Get Your Own Damn Shoes: Two miles later the trio find themselves at a cave, inside which they discover the grindy and several babies, and the protective mother gets upset enough that they all back off. Outside, Kem-cat takes off to hunt, and Jane and Rick wait for him to return. When the big cat comes back, he is dragging a bear carcass with him, which he takes into the cave. Jane is surprised at Kem-cat offering the grindy assistance, given that he is so angry with it, but Rick replies that he believes there is some sort of metaphysical connection between the two species. When Kemnebi returns in human form, he says he had no idea the grindy was even female, let alone pregnant. When he tries to order Rick around, Jane tells Kemnebi that Rick is not his slave.

Back at the hotel, Lincoln is once again a no-show. Jane gets a call from Bruiser, who tells her she needs to go and help out at Lincoln’s home, and explains to her how her rash behavior of claiming she is Leo’s Enforcer could be a problem. Adelaide then calls, telling Jane that someone let out the chained scions, who attacked Sarah, a young human woman. Jane opens her door to leave, and Grégoire is there, with Brandon and Brian, and he has a gift from Leo—a replacement for Jane’s silver mesh collar that was destroyed by the werewolves in New Orleans—silver, which Grégoire, like Leo, is able to touch. After an uncomfortable interchange, during which Grégoire demonstrates his power, he also reminds Jane that she has not yet brought him the witch who spelled Lincoln. Jane wonders to herself why Grégoire is not MOC in New Orleans, and how she is going to get out of presenting Evangelina to him.

Things Had Just FUBARed: Jane arrives at Lincoln’s to find Sheriff Grizzard and another officer, Sheriff Scoggins of Madison County, both there to help. Jane gives them both blades to use, and they all go inside. Jane explains that she will not kill any of the young vamps if Sarah is able to be turned and does not die. She wants the vamps immobilized with stakes in their stomachs, also using silver mesh nets to capture them. A flash grenade gets thrown in first to stun them, and then the melee begins. Jane gets badly injured in one leg but plans to shift soon and heal. Adelaide figures out that once scion got away—Thomas, who is unfortunately a Naturaleza, one who believes that vampires have the right to hunt and kill humans. Leo calls almost immediately, which Jane assumes means he has cameras there, and after taunting her over the Enforcer situation, he tells her that she has his permission to execute Thomas, though he is not technically a rogue, an act permitted under the Vampira Carta.

You Are Dead Meat: While driving, Jane calls Reach to ask him to look up everything he can find on Thomas Stevenson, and after she hangs up she gets a call from Angelina from Molly’s phone. The little girl says her parents are sleeping and can’t be woken up, and she and Little Evan both feel bad. Jane says she will get there as quickly as she can. Keeping Angie talking, Jane learns that Molly’s earrings, a gift from Evangelina, are the spelled items causing trouble, and Angie says she knows not to touch them, because her angel told her not to. Jane tells Angie to get Little Evan and wait in the van for her to arrive. After trying to reach Molly’s sisters by phone, she is unable to get through to anyone until she tries the two humans, Amelia and Regan. After she explains briefly what is going on, Regan and Amelia agree to meet Jane at the house. Though she has no powers of her own, Regan believes she can remove the spell, set with blood, by using some of Molly’s blood again to counteract it. While waiting for the spell removal to take effect, Jane holds Angie and tells her that never again will she put off listening to her messages or answering her calls. When they are awake, Evan asks Jane to tell Molly and the other two sisters everything, and Evan confirms that Evangelina is indeed involved with demons.

Bloody, Damaged Jeans and Nefarious Intentions: Molly and Evan ask Jane to take pictures of the demon and the ward, cautioning her to stay well away from it while doing so. Jane agrees to do as they ask, but she shifts first to heal her leg wound. While eating a big post-shift breakfast, Jane gets a call from Bruiser, learning that Evangelina had been banished from the witch/vamp parley talks in New Orleans when Leo learned that she had been working with the werewolves (information gathered from a captive werewolf that no one had bothered to tell Jane about, a plan put in action with the help of Derek).

When arriving at Evangelina’s house, Jane briefly contemplates injuring Evangelina and then taking her to Grégoire, but while she is considering it, the witch comes outside, gets in her car, and leaves. When she goes up to the house, Jane feels a strong compulsion to enter. Realizing that she is feeling the effects of a spell, Jane goes back to her vehicle to get the scarf with Evangelina’s hair in it, hoping to counteract the spell. This approach works, and Jane makes her way downstairs, where she finds the demon much more clearly materialized, and looking like a bird/human hybrid. The demon has been feeding on the two werewolves (in human form) while they are still alive, now inside the ward too. Jane makes the mistake of talking to the demon, who seems to know an awful lot about her—things she does not remember herself. With Beast’s help, Jane backs away to a safe distance. Before she leaves the room, Jane hears Lincoln’s voice, asking her to tell Leo he is sorry, that when the moon is full Evangelina plans to sacrifice him, bind the demon, and come after Leo. Lincoln does not know why, but has heard the witch say “Shiloh.” Knowing she needs help but not knowing which colleagues she can really trust, Jane heads back to the hotel.

After a call to Aggie One Feather about the demon, who says she will consult with her mother, and perusing her Bible for comfort and inspiration, Jane looks at the files Reach sent her on Evangelina. The witch’s daughter, Shiloh, ran away at age fifteen, to New Orleans, and was last seen being pulled into a car, presumably killed by the witch-vamps. Jane figures that Evangelina holds Leo responsible, and that the missing husband, Marvin, who hasn’t been heard from in years, may be the body in the carpet Beast discovered in the house. Jane sends Evan the information about Shiloh, leaving out her suspicions about Marvin for the time being.

Eat Humans When They Go to the Dark Side: Jane calls Bruiser, and learns that it was him (under a spell, Jane thinks) who suggested that Lincoln’s request for MOC status should be entertained, all part of Evangelina’s plan to kill Leo. Molly calls and asks Jane to meet her and her witch sisters at Evangelina’s house, as she will be out all afternoon teaching a cooking class. The sisters get the spell around the house down and then go downstairs with Jane. The demon has killed the smaller werewolf, and when the sisters try to bind it, the demon breaks the circle in an effort to get out. after making them all leave, Jane shifts into Beast, who uses some of Lincoln’s blood (he is laid out on the floor) to repair the fissure in the circle. Jane wonders how Beast knew what to do to close the circle back up when she herself did not, and why Beast wasn’t pulled into the circle that affects the two-natured. When Beast goes outside, Jane’s identity as a skinwalker gets revealed to the sisters. When they all hear a car, Molly states that Evangelina likely felt the disruption of the garden circle and is coming home early.

If He Moves, You Can Eat Him: Beast watches as Evangelina battles with her sisters who are pulling power and energy from the environment around them. Carmen gets burned and Liz is pinned by a boulder. Beast jumps on Evangelina, taking her down with her jaws on her throat, wanting to kill. Jane stops Beast from killing. Angelina removes the blood diamond from Evangelina’s neck, tells Beast that the witch is now sleeping. Beast and two other sisters remove the stone from Liz, and Beast helps Angelina understand that she can use the blood diamond to help heal Carmen.

Soon Evan arrives, taking Evangelina into the house, and going downstairs with Beast to look at the demon. They find Lincoln chained but outside the circle. Evan saws off the chain, with an admonition not to bite him, and when Lincoln agrees, he shares some information. Though Evangelina wants to use the demon, it has plans for her—wishing to possess a two-natured being that he can control by killing off one of the two parts. Neither weres nor humans meet the demon’s needs, and vamps are as dead to it. So it wants a witch. When Evan says that they need to find a way to bind and banish the demon, Angie, who sneaked downstairs, tells her father that he should ask her angel. Evan takes Angie upstairs to talk and tells Beast to keep an eye on Lincoln.

Sharing the Moon-Call: Beast listens in on the discussion upstairs, when Angie is asked about her angel. She says his name is Hayyel, and that he used to be Jane’s until she became Angie’s godmother. Angie tells her parents how they can bind the demon. Molly and Evan discuss how they will get enough power going, and know they have to use their children also. After sunset when Jane reemerges, Rick and Kemnebi arrive at the house, and when Evan sees Rick’s cat tats glowing, he tells Rick they need to talk later. Aggie One Feather calls. The name of the demon is Kalona Ayeliski, the Raven Mocker, and it is actually a sort of demon/witch/shape-shifter hybrid that can’t be killed. The demon does not like having his name known or spoken aloud. Everyone gathers in the basement, and those not taking part in the ceremony still donate blood to the cause. When Evan gets Jane’s and says the demon’s name, it screams.

Threw Her Over the Railing: As the witches begin chanting, then saying the angel’s name, Lincoln runs out of the room. A big flash of light hits the hedge-of-thorns spell over the circle and a winged being grapples with the demon. Molly throws the blood over the circle, saying the binding words, and suddenly the light disappears. The circle, the angel, the demon, the dead werewolf are all gone. The other werewolf is now a big white wolf, and Kemnebi is in his cat form, yet different, with no spots visible. Rick is almost shifting, only restrained by his tats. It seems all of the two-natured were affected by what happened, except for Jane, who feels empty, and when she calls to Beast, she gets no response. Hearing a door slam, Jane races upstairs to find Evangelina gone, Pickersgill, Lincoln’s second, staked but alive, and the blood diamond gone once again. Pickersgill says Lincoln staked him and went with Evangelina. Molly thinks that Evangelina disrupted the spell before the binding completed. Jane still can’t get an answer from Beast, and mourns her loss.

Jane blames herself for Evangelina once again getting the blood diamond. Deciding she can make use of her time by going after Stevenson, the escaped Naturaleza scion, Jane tracks down some of his properties. She finally decides the most likely place is one difficult to sneak up on, unless doing so by water. Jane calls the paddlers, Dave and Mike, to take her to Stevenson’s house, which Reach had sent a diagram of. Blasting her way through a big window in the front room, realizing she has some Beast-like strength though she still can’t hear her cat, Jane finds Stevenson, upstairs, covered with the pinkish tinge of a spell, with a teenaged girl, whom he casually throws over the side.

I Was So Going to Hell: Jane saves the girl from further injury, and fights with Stevenson, winning in the end, though he does injure her. After checking on the girl, who is not as badly hurt as Jane first feared, she calls Bruiser, telling him what happened, and then she blacks out. When Jane comes to, Dave and Mike are there, and they get her ready for the helicopter that picks her up. Waking in her hotel room, Jane finds Grégoire very intimately healing her wounds. After more sleep, including a Beast memory, Jane wakes and finds Grégoire naked in her bed, just as she is. The elegant vamp assures her that he did not drink from her, she is not his Enforcer, and they did not have sex. Shortly thereafter Jane gets a panicked call from Rick, with Kemnebi’s voice in the background, taunting Rick about not being able to shift. Jane gets use of the helicopter, and Grégoire and the twins drop her off at Rick and Kemnebi’s campsite. Jane shoots Kemnebi in the knee and puts silver cuffs on him, telling him that if he helps Rick, she’ll dig the bullet out of him so he can shift and heal. A few minutes later, Grégoire, the blood twins, and Evan arrive.

Butchery Disguised as Surgery: Evan plays a song on his flute, and Rick begins to relax. The others pull out a picnic basket and eat. Jane removes the bullet from Kemnebi’s knee and takes off his cuffs, but as soon as he shifts she cuffs one of his legs so he can’t leave. Evan says he believes he has found a way, through song, to counteract the spell woven into Rick’s tats, and he will make him a CD to listen to during the full moon. At one point Jane thinks she hears/feels the sound of claws on stone in her mind, but that is the only inkling of Beast she gets. When Rick thanks Evan for helping him, Evan says that Grégoire paid him a year’s salary to do it, and Jane tells the vamp she can’t be bought. Jane wonders about Fire Track, the former werewolf, and his new form, wondering if he’ll stay the way he is now.

After some sleep in the hotel, Jane talks to Molly, who says that haven’t been able to track down Evangelina yet. On a whim, Jane decides to leave a message for the escaped witch, telling her that Leo will be there that night, though he won’t be for three days. Unfortunately Jane finds out right after leaving that message that Leo is in fact in Asheville and wants to see her. Jane talks to Adelaide, who confirms that Lincoln is once again with Evangelina. Derek and Jane have a much-needed though brief conversation, where they come to an agreement that Derek does not have to tell Jane what he did in the service, and she doesn’t have to tell him what she is. Leo and Bruiser arrive, and Leo apologizes to her for not completely understanding about Evangelina and her spells when he banished her. Then Jane sees a pinkish light outside and knows that Evangelina has taken the bait and is here for Leo.

The Blood-Diamond: Jane calls for a lockdown in the hotel, but one of the bellboys runs outside to shout at the protestors, and then gets eaten by a big bird inside a black cloud. Evangelina yells to the protesters that the vamps did it, getting the people riled. Jane tries to get Leo and Grégoire to go to their rooms, but the two vampires want to get into the fray, determined to go after Evangelina. Jane, Derek, and the security team run outside, the latter going after the protestors with beanbag rounds and tranquilizers. Jane goes after the demon, calling upon Hayyel. While enveloped by the black mist, Jane feels as though she is alone in a place where she feels the absence of the world. Through her confusion Jane grabs her gun and shoots into the demon, and a golden eagle appears, and both birds are sucked down into the blood on the ground. Jane realizes she needs to keep the demon away from the blood diamond.

Grégoire fights Evangelina, with the vampire catching on fire. Jane realizes that Grégoire is using a silvered sword, allowing him to get through the hedge spell, so Jane uses hers for the same purpose, running with her sword in front of her. The pain of cutting through the ward causes Jane to lose her balance, and she lands on top of Evangelina, stabbing her. Jane hears Beast, telling her that she is a killer only, even of her friends. Evangelina rips the necklace chain from her own neck, placing the blood diamond in her wound, but Jane grabs it. The Raven Mocker is now free, but when Evan tosses her another silver knife, Jane uses it along with the blood to stab at the demon. Evan says the binding words, and then there is an explosion and Jane sees golden wings. The injured make their way inside, and Jane believes she knows what the blood diamond truly is: a portal to hell guarded closely by an angel.

A Marriage Ceremony With a Death Sentence at the End: Two days after the battle, Jane is at the hospital seeing the woman who was attacked by the werewolves. Rick has news: he has been offered a job by both Sheriff Grizzard and PsyLED, as an agent covering seven states in the Southeast, and he is leaning more toward the PsyLED offer. Rick reported the dead body at Evangelina’s, which did turn out to be her husband that she had killed, and that sort of put him in the good graces of law enforcement. Jane and Rick use the helicopter to deliver a dead steer to the grindy’s cave. When the two of them arrive, they find the grindy dressed, and she thanks them for the food. Then, to the surprise of them both, one of the grindy’s babies climbs on Rick, having chosen him. She will now be his keeper, ensuring that he does not stray and pass on the were-taint. The grindy also says that if Rick never shifts, he may have a power all his own. On their hike back out, Jane thinks over her own predicament, not sure where she really belongs. Molly’s grief over the loss of her sister keeps her and Jane apart, though Jane gets to talk to Angie on the phone every day. She still can’t connect with Beast with any regularity. And she has decisions to make.

Double-Dead Bodies: The last night of the parley talks gets under way, with Grégoire’s decision being announced. Though denied MOC status (no surprise considering everything that happened), Lincoln is given permission to start three new clans, and in ten years he can reapply. When everyone is checking out of the hotel at sunset, Jane scents someone from the same blood-master whose servant tried to kill her in her room. She warns Derek and Wrassler, who stop the woman to talk. The woman steps back and takes aim, and she has two guys backing her up. Jane shoots the woman in the forehead, but learns quickly that the men are wearing vests. Beast speaks up and tells Jane to use claws, meaning knives. When the fight is over, Derek has been wounded but not seriously. Jane, overjoyed at Beast’s return, realizes that she actually enjoys her crazy life. The question is, what blood-master vamp just declared war on Leo?

Stories:

“Cajun With Fangs” (In Have Stakes Will Travel): Bitsa, Jane’s motorcycle, seems to be having engine trouble on her way back to New Orleans, so Jane stops in the small town of Bayou Oiseau before daring the trip across a long bridge. Having seen the sign for the Tassin Brothers Auto Fix shop on the interstate, Jane figures the place is at least worth a try. The town has an interesting conglomeration of restaurants, and a lot of windows and doors with crosses. When Bitsa dies, Jane realizes she has no choice but to stop, consoling herself with the thought of trying the food she can smell coming from Boudreaux Meats. Jane steps into the place with a shotgun pointed at her, and then identifies herself to the man holding the weapon. After the man is convinced Jane is who she says she is, he introduces himself as Lucky Landry and says he is a fan of hers. Pleased though also surprised to learn she has fans, Jane accepts Lucky’s offer of fried gator. Beast, who has remained very quiet since the episode with the demon and angel in Asheville, perks up at the mention of eating gator. Jane is disappointed to learn that the Tassin Brothers are off gator-hunting, meaning she isn’t sure how her bike will get repaired, but she gets slightly distracted by listening to the story Lucky tells, of how the town’s long-standing problems between witches and vamps began and has continued into the present. Jane is not surprised to learn that Leo’s uncle Amaury played a role by leaving loose a number of scions not yet out of the devoveo, though he did kill their master. Jane then realizes that Lucky himself is one of the witches, and when she says so, noting that he wants her to get involved, suddenly everything goes black.

When she comes to, in the room of the bed-and-breakfast Lucky got her a room in, Jane finds out that Lucky wants her to rescue his daughter, who has been captured by the local vamps. Somewhat hesitant to involve Leo, since her contract has run out and she has turned in her resignation from his service, Jane nonetheless realizes she doesn’t have much choice. Leo gives her authority, as his Enforcer (an idea and title Jane wishes she had never declared out loud back in Asheville), to execute anyone necessary to complete her mission, and he will make sure the required legal paperwork gets to her. Derek Lee and three of his men arrive the next morning, and they draw up plans for their approach, also making use of a few locals. Determining that they don’t have enough manpower for an all-out assault, Jane decides that she will go in to talk to Clermont Doucette, the head vamp, while Derek and the others sneak up in quieter boats. Jane also warns Lucky to stay out of it.

When she arrives at Doucette’s, she gets in to see Clermont after a brief skirmish, and after bonding over boots and tea, Jane learns that Lucky’s daughter, Shauna, and Gabriel, Clermont’s son, are in love. Jane mentions the problem of witches not being able to beat the devoveo if they get turned, Gabriel loses control and goes after Jane. After another bout of fighting that ends up with a few individuals getting hurt and Lucky butting in, Jane asks if both parties are ready to talk. They agree, and Lucky learns that his daughter is pregnant. When Clermont says that Shauna can be made blood kin, which will keep her alive for about two hundred years, without running the risk of turning her, Lucky agrees to a wedding. The next day there are two ceremonies, held outside in the churchyards, and that night a party with lots of dancing. Jane feels the satisfaction of a job well done that also resulted in her being well paid.

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“Golden Delicious” (in the anthology An Apple For the Creature): Rick LaFleur, two months after being infected with the were-taint and his life forever changing, is now in the midst of training for a position with PsyLED. His mentor, Soul, an exotic woman of indeterminate origin (Rick’s pretty sure she isn’t human, though she looks like it), has taken Rick to a crime scene for him to evaluate it. With his werewolf-stuck-in-wolf-form companion, Brute, and his grindylow, Pea (on hand to make sure neither the wolf nor Rick passes on the disease to humans), Rick starts his assessment outside, which none of the other trainees have done. Inside, with Brute’s help, Rick determines that the scene contains a salt witch-circle where blood-magic was used, with a scorch mark in the center indicating a likely demon-summoning. Rick then says he is moving from his human senses to enhanced were abilities, and immediately smells werewolf. Getting his automatic panic reaction under control, Rick says that the werewolf present bit one of the witches, likely infecting her. Rick uses the psymeter, which shows nonhuman or paranormal activity, and believes that the reaction of the device means the working is still active. Rick asks for photos from the scene.

As Soul, Rick, and his companions are leaving, Soul gets a call from Mariella Russo, the instructional administrator for the school, who refuses his request to see photos. She says that what they really need from him is the name of the witch who made his music that keeps him from shifting and perhaps getting stuck in cat form because of the tats. Rick can hear the conversation with his enhanced hearing, and he starts at this request, primarily because the creator of the music, Evan Trueblood, is a very unusual and still-in-the-closet male witch. During their conversation, Russo relents and says Rick can have the photos.

Back in his room, Rick looks over the photos of the scene, as well as the files, and discovers that only four witches were found, refusing to give up their leader. One of them, a senator’s wife, died in a car accident two days after her arrest. However, Rick surmises that she was likely the witch bitten, and was probably removed to a secure location to try to get her help—the name of Rick’s witch.

The next morning, after being rudely treated by some of the other recruits, Rick gets invited to a table with two friendly women, both of whom really seem to like Brute. During their conversation, Rick says that Brute is a tame werewolf, made that way by an angel. After a long day of physical training and an evening of study, Rick and his two companions head to their room. Brute warns Rick of a problem. It turns out that someone was in their room, left some kind a of black dot on the touch pad of Rick’s laptop, and took his MP3 player with the music that prevents him from shifting. Soul brings a team to check out the room, and luckily Rick has his music on his laptop also, and he drifts off to sleep listening to it.

In the middle of the night, Rick’s cell rings, and Soul tells him that the black dot was LSD. She asks him to meet her so they can talk. On the way there, Brute catches the scent of the person who had been in the room, but Rick has made the mistake of leaving without his music, and feels excruciating pain, blacking out. When he comes to, Soul tells Rick she put his music on an old MP3 player of hers, so he should be fine.

Once again they start off after the intruder. Brute indicates that the person they are tracking had also been at the crime scene. Brute leads them to the office of Mariella Russo, and when they enter, they find one of the female recruits on the floor with her abdomen cut open, and what appears to be a demon feeding off her. Russo gets shot, with Soul making a very unusual move across her desk, and the demon is contained.

The next morning Rick gets called into the chief administrator’s office, and rather than getting fired, which is what he expects, he is told that he will be going out into the field on a job in New Orleans that involves Leo, and that Soul, much to her surprise, will be accompanying him. Rick gives Soul a gift—a gold apple on a chain.

Death’s Rival, Book Five

I’m Gonna Need Some Stitches: Not too thrilled to be on Leo’s Learjet on her way to Sedona, Arizona, Jane is also very puzzled by her new case: figure out how vamps are getting sick (which never happens) and who is behind the problem. Talking on the phone with Reach, Jane learns that two months ago vamp masters started getting ill, each receiving a message from another mysterious, unknown vamp: submit to him by swearing loyalty in a blood ceremony, or face him in a Blood Challenge. Since they knew they couldn’t win while sick, most of the masters had complied and then gotten better. Reach and Jane discuss the distinct possibility that the same vamp who attacked Leo at the hotel in Asheville is the very same one spreading the disease. Reach suggests that since the attack didn’t work, this vamp is using the disease as a way to get back at Leo, by infecting those connected to him. Lincoln Shaddock and the Asheville vamps are sick, and Jane’s current mission (which she agreed to just the day before), going to see MOC of Sedona, Roseanne, to get a sample of her blood so a cure may be developed and to learn what she can about this vamp villain.

When the plane thankfully lands at the airport, Beast makes it clear she wants to go hunting in the area, as there a couple of mountain lions on the loose, but Jane tells her no. Jane gears up with her various weapons, and after a brief exchange with the first mate, Tory, she starts to disembark when Beast warns of danger at the same time Jane scents vamp, blood, and guns. Two men come at Jane, and during the course of the fight, Tory gets involved and is injured. With one attacker dead and one unconscious, Jane checks on Tory, who definitely requires medical attention.

Oh, Goody, I Wasn’t Gonna Get Sucked to Death: The pilot tells Jane that he called the police and 911 for medical help, and he and Jane both work on stabilizing Tory. Jane calls Bruiser to let him know they were attacked by blood-slaves, and he’s not pleased about the involvement of law enforcement (the vamps typically prefer to police their own problems), instructing Jane to leave as soon as she can so as to avoid being taken in for questioning. Bruiser and Jane discuss how the leak could have occurred, and Jane insists that it must not be anyone new. Jane calls Reach to get him to erase the security camera footage. After making sure she’s done all she can for Tory, and when the paramedics arrive, Jane leaves, going to the restroom to clean up, and then meets her driver.

Arriving at Roseanne’s clan home, situated in a canyon, and well aware of the armed-to-the-teeth guards as well as the vamp greeting party after she made her formal introduction at the gate, Jane nonetheless repeats her statement to them all. Roseanne’s heir, Nicolas, notes that Jane smells like a predator, but one that he is unfamiliar with, and of fresh blood. Jane tells him that she was attacked at the airport, adding that she doesn’t think it was one of their people.

Nicolas shows Jane to the library, where she waits for half an hour, then is taken to see Roseanne. The vamp looks worse than in the picture Leo received, and despite what was done to her, she does not divulge the name of her new master, saying, “She may not answer.” When Jane says that Leo would like a sample of Roseanne’s blood so his lab can work on a cure, Nicolas vamps out and comes at Jane, and she puts a gun with silver shot under his chin. Roseanne says she will comply with the request, and Jane draws the blood. Unfortunately the blood continues to seep, but Nicolas is able to get the bleeding stopped. When Jane says she will be leaving, a voice behind her says she will not, and she turns to find a gun pointed at her chest by a human who smells like the new master.

I Started to Squeeze the Trigger: Jane stalks across the room and takes the man down. Nicolas tells Jane to take care of their “guest,” putting an unusual emphasis on the word. Jane realizes that this guy is actually Roseanne’s antidote—she feeds from him to keep from dying. Jane smells the same master on the man that she did on her attacker in the hotel in Asheville, making it pretty clear that the same vamp master is behind that attack and the vamp disease. The big guy she has just taken down also has an amulet (nonactive) on him, and she takes that away. After checking with Roseanne to make sure she’ll be all right after Jane beat up the guy, and being told yes, Jane leaves.

In the car, with the GPS directions for the airport set, Jane texts the pilot to ask if they can use the same plane, and receives the answer yes. After dropping the vials of Roseanne’s blood in a FedEx box, Jane gets on the road. At first Jane thinks she may be getting followed by a couple of other cars, but they turn off. Jane calls Bruiser to give him her report, and during their conversation she determines that she is being followed, by the same two cars she saw before. Jane tosses the phone and floors the car, but ends up driving off the road and down the side of a hill. The airbags deploy, and Jane then passes out. She comes to, hearing Bruiser’s voice calling her name on the cell, but also hearing footsteps coming her way. Jane gets to one of her guns, firing off three shots. Unfortunately her assailant gets off shots also, and one of them hits Jane. She shoots a few more times, and it seems the guy has left. Jane knows she is in trouble—bleeding out, and unable to get to her fetish tooth in her pocket. She thinks of Beast, and Beast comes.

Removing Jane’s clothes and boots from the car to hide them, Beast also tries to pick up the cell phone, out of which she can still hear Bruiser’s voice, but she is unable to wake Jane. After accidentally breaking the phone, Beast decides that may be a good thing, as Jane may not want Bruiser to find her clothes without her. After brushing away her tracks using the clothes, which she then hides, Beast goes hunting for food, grabbing an old goat. After eating and lying in the night air, Beast thinks about how the angel Hayyel had told her he could separate her from Jane and give her freedom, but Beast refused, not wanting to leave Jane. Beast decides to go for a walk, to see if she can find those two male mountain lions.

The Man Who Killed Me: Jane wakes on the pile of her clothes, with no memory at all of her time as Beast. She is pleased to realize that Beast wiped away her own tracks. Finding the blood trail of the man she shot, she puts some of the blood/dirt mixture in a test tube to take back with her. Jane catches a ride back to the airport from a trucker, and makes it to the plane, wondering if the pilot (not one of Leo’s regulars) may have been the source of the leak that led to both attacks. After showering and locking herself into the sleeping chamber, Jane gives Bruiser her report, then sleeps until they land in Seattle.

Jane gets to the clan house, which is eerily quiet. Immediately suspicious, Jane goes inside, gun drawn, and smells the sickness of the vamp disease. Going upstairs, Jane finds ten diseased blood-servants and a dead woman, who, upon closer examination, Jane figures out is a Mercy Blade. Jane takes blood from the sick, and finds out from one of them that the Mercy Blade had told them all to fight rather than submit to the vamp-master, and he killed some of the Mithrans, though some got away. Jane picks up a laptop and some cards for a place named Blood-Call.

When she arrives at the private airport terminal, Jane senses something wrong and finds a man tied up in the back room, who tells her that there were three people, one a vamp, and that he heard screaming out at the plane. When Jane goes to investigate, she smells fresh blood, and when she gets inside, she sees blood everywhere.

Deer Antlers Piercing Through His Shoulders: Jane finds the body of pilot Dan crucified in a horrifying scene, then discovers the new first mate dead on the bed she had slept on, with an envelope with her name on it on his body. The shock of the scene brings another vision to mind, one she can’t place but can’t get out of her head. Going back into the terminal, Jane frees the trussed-up man and borrows his motorcycle to get away. Jane asks the man to wait ten minutes before calling the police. While she’s riding off, it occurs to Jane that if she really wanted to (and part of her does) she could disappear, and she throws away her new cell phone.

As Jane thinks over the last couple of months and her loss of Molly and Rick, she also faults herself for not thinking that someone after her may hurt someone else. Beast’s comments that she is a killer only do not help. Withdrawing five thousand dollars, just in case she needs it, Jane knows she will have to fly on a commercial plane to get back to New Orleans, meaning she can’t take her weapons. She goes to a UPS store, packs everything carefully, and overnights the packages to herself. Jane calls Bruiser from a pay phone to tell him what happened, and after that Reach calls Jane on the same phone, telling her that he has the security tapes—visual proof that she isn’t human. He says if he ever feels threatened he will use them.

After riding around Seattle, Jane heads to the main airport, parking the borrowed bike, and leaves a phone message for the man the bike belongs to as to where he can find it, along with a hundred-dollar bill. While killing time before her flight, Jane opens the note left to her on the first mate’s dead body. In very formal language and script, she is told that she killed the letter writer’s Enforcer (the man from the hotel in Asheville), and that she will die along with her Master, which she assumes means Leo. As she drinks a beer, which the vamp-master smells like, Beast points out that may be important. While mulling over the bits and pieces of information she has, Jane decides to contact Derek Lee to see if one of his guys can find anything on the Enforcer she killed, and to acquire a couple of guys that would work just for her—a pointed comment that doesn’t go unnoticed by Derek.

When Jane gets home, she showers and heads over to see Aggie One Feather, who at first is resistant to help Jane go to water again right then, but then agrees. During the ritual, Aggie, whose face seems to be growing a wolf snout, asks Jane what she is bothered by that she never finished, and Jane says the revenge of the murder of her father and rape of her mother.

I Never Had a Chance to Say Good-bye: Aggie-with-the-snout tells Jane that she was just five, and asks who else she told what was going on. Jane remembers going down the hill to her grandmother’s house, and being put on a horse, and also realizes that her grandmother was also a skinwalker. Then the door opens, interrupting Jane’s vision, and Aggie says she’s sorry she was late getting there. Jane thanks her and says she is done anyway.

Later Jane gets woken up by her phone, with Bruiser asking her to come and help them, as Leo’s clan home is under attack. While Bruiser argues with Leo about how he needs to leave, Jane hears sounds that tell her Bruiser has been hit by a shot. Jane finds her boxes of delivered weapons on the doorstep, and puts some together before heading off. Jane arrives to find emergency vehicles, with Bruiser in one of them. The paramedics allow her to stay with Bruiser because he claims she is his wife and can make legal decisions for him. During their discussion about the letter Jane received, Bruiser loses consciousness. Jane calls Katie, threatening to kill her if she doesn’t send someone to heal Bruiser immediately.

Jane knocks the ambulance driver out of the way to keep him from taking Bruiser to the hospital rather than waiting for the vamp Katie has agreed to send, and ends up getting restrained by law enforcement until they realize what she was doing. Koun, a large Celtic vamp, arrives to help Bruiser, and afterward, he tells Jane she owes him a boon—she must fight in his place, as he is now too weak. Jane agrees, and joins the fight. Vamp Innara is too gun –ho for Jane’s and Derek’s tastes, and they tell her that killing everyone there will not leave them anyone to question. After they bring Innara around to their way of thinking, Jane and Derek decide to use flash grenades. Jane and Girrard the Mercy Blade go into the barn together, and when they come out, they find Innara staking another vamp.

I Whirled and Caught the Naked Man: Since Innara is using a silver-tipped stake, Jane yanks her arm away. Innara responds by going for Jane’s throat, but gets a big surprise from Jane’s silver mesh collar. Jena, Innara’s anamchara, runs over to get Jane, but Jane pushes her away. Examining the vamp that Innara had been staking, Jane smells Leo’s blood on him, and the way she goes about it disturbs Derek, who nonetheless answers Jane’s question about Leo’s whereabouts—he’s been taken. They agree to keep the vamp for questioning, but out of nowhere Grégoire comes flying, attacking the hostage. Jane stops him, explaining what they plan to do. Grégoire says he will bring his silver cages.

At Katie’s, Jane has a brief discussion with Tom, Katie’s blood-servant, and learns that the girls have all been sent away for the night. Jane also sees Bethany, the healer, working on Bruiser. In the parlor, the two cages are in the middle of the room with the vamps inside, and one of them decides to talk. He doesn’t give up his master’s name but swears he doesn’t know where Leo has been taken. Derek switches gears and brings up the name of the Enforcer that Jane shot in her hotel room. The vamp says that the man was there to learn what he could about Leo’s Enforcer (Jane, since she made the mistake of announcing it once) in order to issue a Blood Challenge. According to the Vampira Carta, that is a first step in challenging another master. Katie comes over to Jane, blaming her for the vamp war going on, and Bruiser comes into the room, saying it is not her fault, then collapses. Jane picks him up and carries him to another room, where Katie comes in and tells Bruiser that he will live and still be mostly human.

Your Security Sucks: Katie tells Jane that she knows Jane did not drink from Leo, and wonders why he allowed her to claim the title of Enforcer without doing so, also saying that Jane doing so was like her own situation when she asked to be turned so many years ago. Katie also states that Jane is without protection of the MOC. Jane points out that Leo could have forced her into submission any time he wanted to, yet chose not to, so it must be for a reason. Jane tells Katie to keep both herself and Bruiser alive, and walks out into the assembled group, speaking to both Koun and Derek, and the latter tells her that the blood she sent from Sedona was lost in the fire. Jane replies that she has some at her house from the Seattle clan’s human survivors. Once she gets outside, Jane feels relief that she succeeded in staying alive.

At home, Jane showers, and when she gets out, she hears a noise that lets her know someone is in the house, the scent identifying a human male. Upon examination, it seems the only item missing is the package of blood vials. Mulling over the possibilities for a traitor, wondering who it could be since Leo feeds from his people and would know of their plans, and that Bruiser knows who those people are, Jane yanks open her door to find one of Derek’s guys. After a brief conversation, she knows he is not the one who had been in her house. After he leaves, Jane hears a voice, in the dark, telling her that her house security leaves something to be desired—her new guy, sent from Derek, has arrived: Eli Younger. They discuss terms, which include the following: the house needs a security upgrade, Eli cooks but won’t buy the food, and he has a brother who will be joining them. Jane agrees to his fee, surprised to find herself saying she will be sticking around. Jane turns on the lights so the two can get a look at each other.

If I Lose, the Kid Eats Like a Soldier: With the lights now on, Jane sees that Eli looks at be about mid-thirties, solid, and her height. While preparing tea, Jane asks about Eli’s brother, and learns that his name is Alex, he is a hacker, an eighteen-year-old MIT grad, on probation for breaking into the Pentagon’s system looking for information on why his brother suddenly left the service. Jane deduces that Eli did so because their parents are dead, and if Eli died in combat, his younger brother would be alone. Eli calls Alex to come in, and when he does, Beast thinks, Thief. Initially this doesn’t make sense to Jane, but then she figures out that the kid had been looking into her background. She confirms this with Reach, who also caught the kid doing it and burned one of his devices. Reach says that the kid is good for what Jane needs, so she gives him a test: she wants a review of every file on the Seattle laptop, the e-mail address book and business-related messages—in an hour. Jane gets a call from Derek that Leo had been drained by a number of vamps when taken, and they now have a possible location. Jane and Eli prepare to leave.

Jane surveys the outside of the house, confirming that Leo is indeed inside, and she and Eli, along with Derek and his men, prepare to go inside. Jane tells Derek to have the blood-servants ready with cuts on their wrists, so that the starving Leo will go for those areas rather than other places on their bodies. Once inside, Jane finds Leo chained to the wall, thankfully with no signs of having fed from anyone sick, in the room with infected blood-servants and two sick vamps. One of the vamps wants to fight, and Jane takes him out. The blood-servants come in to help Leo.

After they get back to the house, Alex provides Jane with some information on a vamp named Hieronymus, who has also been issued the same challenge by the vamp spreading the disease. Jane tells the two guys they are hired, and will start at noon, and receives a text from Adelaide that her mother and the other vamps in Asheville only have about three days before they die. Jane says she will have something for them in two, a promise she hopes she can keep.

Jane awakens to find Eli working on her safe room, making use of a hidden room she was unaware of—one that has obviously been used recently by either Katie or Leo. Eli takes issue with Jane telling Alex that she will give him ravioli or some similar “treat” when he showers without her having to ask him to, resulting in a trip to the dojo to spar. The winner gets their way regarding Alex and his treats.

Worthy Prey. Will Not Hurt Him Too Bad: Jane’s sensei comes to watch, and he discovers that she has been holding back . In the end, Eli yields, with them striking a bargain over Alex’s food. When they get back to the house, cleaning has been done, and Alex is in the middle of hooking up a large-screen television. He tells Jane and Eli that Bruiser approved his estimate on the upgrade for Leo’s clan home, Katie’s, and her house, all to be connected to vamp HQ when completed. Alex also says that Jane now has letterhead, and that the three of them should be in business together. He reports that he found a connection between Greyson Labs that the dead Enforcer worked for and Blood-Call, a vamp escort service.

Going upstairs to her room, Jane notices that the sheets have been changed and that her weapons are gone. Alex points Jane to the “ordnance room,” where she finds all of her weapons, and Eli’s, clean and organized, also realizing they will be very secure in this location.

Later that night Alex comes to Jane wand Eli with news—he has discovered the name of the vamp who owns Greyson Labs, Blood-Call, and a number of other companies—Lucas Vazquez de Allyon, a twelve-hundred-year-old vampire practicing Naturaleza (feeding from and killing humans at will). Reading through all of the information, Jane knows it all fits, but she still does not have absolute proof. She puts together a report for Leo, which she e-mails to both him and Bruiser, and then calls the latter. Bruiser sounds very different than usual but says he likes the way he feels. Leo would like Jane to be there for the questioning of the vamp they brought back from where Leo was held, in one of his lairs, so she heads out to the Warehouse District. Jane receives a very friendly greeting from Bruiser—a very expressive kiss—but when they go inside the building, things change.

But He Didn’t Let Me Go: Bruiser whispers, “No,” but holds Jane’s arm. Katie grabs her other arm, Sabina holds her head back and removes her protective necklace, and Leo appears, saying that Jane will now be bound to him as the Vampira Carta specifies. Bruiser begs Leo to stop, but he is unable to act. Leo forces Jane to drink some of his blood and then takes some of hers. Katie also drinks briefly from Jane, tying the two of them as well in her position as Leo’s heir. Jane can now hear Leo’s thoughts, and those of Sabina, who asks Jane about the lion bones and “says” that Jane’s enemy will know her by her scent. As they discuss what Jane is, she realizes that Sabina actually knows but has not shared the information. Jane tells Leo she would have done her job without being forced, and tells him that if he ever does this again, she will kill him.

Upset, Jane rides into the swampy area that Beast likes to hunt in, and Beast tells her to shift. When Beast emerges, she sees a black thing in her mind, connected by a chain to Jane, and Beast knows it is Leo’s control. She pokes at the chain, which isn’t very strong, and surmises that after about five shifts she can break it. Beast tries to cheer Jane up by telling her that tonight she lost to a pack with a strong alpha, but that later the pack will be smaller and not so strong, so she must keep fighting. Beast then sends Jane to sleep.

When she wakes up, Jane knows she needs to go see Aggie. Upon Jane’s arrival, Aggie says her mother asked for Jane that morning because of a dream she had. After giving the two women presents she got for them in Asheville, Jane hears about the dream: a white man hanging over a fire, being poked at by an old woman. Aggie’s mother tells her to think upon this while going to water.

Bitsa Alone Could Wake the Undead: In the sweathouse, Aggie tells Jane that she carries anger around with her in her soul home. Jane tells Aggie about killing a man, and when she describes the event, Aggie points out that perhaps the man was there to kill her in order to skip the Blood Challenge. When Jane tells Aggie about the forced feeding by Leo, Aggie says that Jane stayed even after knowing the meaning of some of the parts of the Vampira Carta that she didn’t initially understand. Aggie tells Jane that the anger is deeper than those things, that it has influenced all of her decisions, and Jane responds that she believes it is because she swore to avenge her father and mother but never did. In order to help retrieve the memories, Aggie gives Jane something to drink, and then she sees more than just the woman poking the dead man with the stick—she knows her grandmother killed that man, and that she, as a five-year-old child, helped kill the other.

Afterward, Jane cleans up and rides home, thinking over what she has learned about herself. Jane realizes that she has followed the path she chose because of being a skinwalker—a protector. This is why killing comes naturally to her. However, the duties of a skinwalker do not mesh well with the Christian rules ingrained in her, causing her distress and guilt. Jane feels as though this understanding about herself gives her the chance to choose what she will do with her life, how she will handle problems.

Arriving at the house, Jane smells grilling steaks, as well as her housemates and Bruiser. After changing, Jane confronts Bruiser, who tries to apologize and explain that he was under compulsion, and even though he was beaten up for attacking Leo after she left, Jane is not ready to accept his apology. Bruiser also says that after seeing Jane’s report and remembering problems with an old Spanish Mithran who goes by his last name, de Allyon, in the past, Leo knew he needed Jane. Calling him George rather than his nickname, Jane tells him to leave.

Eli and Jane discuss the connections between de Allyon and Blood-Call, how it may have been the way some were infected. Jane calls the Seattle clan home and finds out that the sick humans were cured. Early in the morning Jane gets a call from Bruiser, reporting that de Allyon has declared a blood-feud with Leo, which predates the Vampira Carta and is not subject to the rules of a Blood Challenge. De Allyon claims he can do this because Jane killed his Enforcer unprovoked, and when she takes issue with that, bringing up some of the points Aggie made, Leo says they have no evidence of that, other than a police report that they do accept as valid in Mithran affairs. The blood-feud also means that everyone on the one side may be killed, so it becomes clear to Jane why Leo bound her when he did. After she gets off the phone, Jane finds Eli in her room, saying there is a man across the street watching them. Jane says she knows, but she doesn’t seem to care, more bothered by the slight attraction she and Eli seem to have for each other. Bruiser calls again and says that one of the captured vamps being kept at Katie’s has been healed by Sabina, wants to join with Leo, and they need Jane to go talk to him to find out de Allyon’s plans.

Free Dick Dot Com: Jane finds Callan, the vamp, over at Katie’s Ladies, and learns from him that de Allyon had one woman that he had people fed from, but he never let her out of his sight. Realizing that she won’t get much more out of the guy, Jane leaves. At home, Jane looks up the Vampira Carta, and thanks to a translation program Eli tells her about, she can read the codicils that are in Latin. The Blood Challenge was developed in response to a terrible blood-feud that resulted in the deaths of two thousand humans and vampires in the tenth century. Alex tells Jane he has found records of some property recently purchased by de Allyon. Jane and Eli have a discussion about Alex, in which Jane tells him that he needs to show his appreciation for his younger brother rather than just always bossing him around.

Later that evening, Alex tells Jane and Eli that he has figured out how de Allyon is indeed using Blood-Call to infect the other vamps. After hearing his explanation, Jane calls a meeting at Katie’s with a group of vamps and humans. Alex explains that a virologist at Greyson Labs contracted a rare strain of Ebola, and two weeks later de Allyon bought the lab, the woman also vanishing. A few years earlier, one of de Allyon’s other labs had found a chemo drug that worked with a deactivated virus, and Alex believes that one of the scientists discovered that the drug gave vampires a high, and then soon after realized that it could be combined with the Ebola strain. The vampires end up craving the drug but also get sick. When humans are infected, they eventually develop antibodies, so they get better, as do the vamps who continue to feed from them. In answer to a question from Grégoire, Alex says that most of the humans at Blood-Call are healthy, and that the cities are specifically targeted. Jane asks who in Asheville used Blood-Call, and Leo says there will be an investigation.

Vampires Are Like Boars. And Kits: Jane gets a call from Derek, telling her that Sabina is sick, but none of his men want to drive Bethany (who is unbalanced) over to heal the vamp priestess. Bruiser says he will handle the situation, and also tells Jane not to feel guilt over the Enforcer she killed and the resulting chaos. If Grégoire’s men, the blood twins Brandon and Brian, had known the man’s status or had known how badly he was injured, they would have healed him. Jane, vacillating between wanting to kiss Bruiser and wanting to punch him, notices physical changes in him, as he looks ten years younger.

When Jane leaves, she heads out to the woods to shift, needing the simplicity and clarity time as Beast typically brings. Beast is excited at the prospect of killing and eating the wild boar she spots, though Jane is less than enthusiastic. Beast prevails and afterward tells Jane that vampires are like boars and kits—the bad ones need to be killed, and the good ones need Jane’s help. Beast also says that the leash on Jane from Leo is not on her, and she can break it for Jane, taking a swipe at it. When she reemerges, Jane can tell that the binding has lessened considerably.

A call from Reach wakes Jane, and he tells her that the Kid (nickname for Alex) has discovered the identity of the mole and in about two hours will tell her. Jane falls back asleep, and pretty much right on cue Alex knocks on her door and gives her a name—Joran Stevens, or as they call him in the unit, Angel Tit. He was approached in a Special Forces chat room to get some information about Leo’s blood-servants in exchange for some cash to provide a lawyer for one of his sisters. At first, the information he was asked for was not secret, but then became increasingly sensitive, and the former marine was in so deep he couldn’t get out. Surprised and disappointed that the traitor in their midst isn’t a vamp, Jane nonetheless contacts Derek that they need to talk. When Derek arrives at her house, Jane gives him the news, providing the e-mail paper trail that Alex provided. Jane wants to use Angel Tit as a way to get to de Allyon, but agrees to allow Derek to get his shot at the man first. Derek brings the slightly beaten up Angel Tit over to Jane’s and with Alex works up a plan to draw out the go-between, and a meet is set up.

Landed on a Limo Floor: Before they leave to meet the handler, Jane calls Jodi Richoux at NOPD to tell her that she will have a “package” for her shortly, filling the cop in on the potential vamp war. Jane stays in the van during the meet, and the person who shows is not what anyone expects—a small five-foot woman. Derek and Angel have no trouble securing her, and when she is brought to the van, a search of her purse turns up a gun built into the structure of the bag, identifying her as a hit woman. Upon interrogating her, the group learns that two days ago she was contacted about three targets: Jane, Bruiser, and a floater. Since the woman had Katie’s address, Jane and Eli silently agree that they need to move the vamps from that location, and drop the woman—literally—in front of NOPD.

When she and Eli get back to the house, Alex informs them he thinks he has found de Allyon—in Natchez, about an hour from New Orleans, in the territory of the latest vamp-master to get sick, Hieronymus. Jane, Eli, Alex, Wrassler, and Bruiser borrow Grégoire’s new heavily armored (according to Jane’s recommendation) limo to go and check out the property. Wrassler thinks it odd that Reach didn’t know, or report, that de Allyon is there, but Jane doesn’t think he is the other leak that they may have, given that he could have taken down the organization long ago if he were. After scouting the building owned by de Allyon, the group arrives at the bed-and-breakfast they have rented out, owned by Esmee, an older woman who expresses delight at meeting Bruiser, seeing as how he knew Reagan. Despite Eli’s concerns about how difficult the place will be to secure, Jane picks a room and takes a nap, waking to gunfire.

And Then He Changed His Pants: Jane finds Eli and Wrassler set up in the back entrance, and Esmee (with a shotgun pointed out the window and three pistols nearby) in the mudroom. Eli asks Jane to check on Alex, who is supposed to be in the garage, and when she calls, he tells her he locked himself in the armored vehicle. Jane goes to the front of the house, where she sees Bruiser hiding behind the couch, shortly thereafter displaying some very difficult and definitely not-completely-human moves, taking out the two attackers. Before she can leave to go check on the others, Jane ends up in a very passionate clinch with Bruiser, broken up only by the sounds of continued fighting at the back. When the fighting is over, only one of the attackers is still alive, Wrassler is injured, though not seriously, and Jane realizes that she never even fired a shot. When the police arrive, they question everyone but Alex and Jane, the only ones with no gunshot residue on their hands. When Sylvia Turpin, the Adams County sheriff, arrives, things move more quickly (the woman knows Leo), and Esmee’s guests are left to themselves to make plans. While debating when to attack the building de Allyon is holed up in with several other vamps and their servants (information provided by one of Leo’s blood-servants who is related to one of de Allyon’s), Alex asks if anyone has a helicopter. It seems the building has a great landing spot for one, and the air-conditioning system is a weak point.

I Disliked Her on Sight: While waiting for the helicopter to arrive, Jane gets a phone call from Rick, who is coming in with the team. Bruiser has called in PsyLED, which Jane hadn’t known, but is pleased about. Jane, Eli, and the team all put on gas masks, to keep out the sleeping gas that was about to be dispersed. They were also going to be using the colloidal silver canisters that Jane ordered, hoping that they would cause problems for vamps. From the roof, Eli tells the others to go. Derek and his team, along with Rick, descend from the helicopter, while Jane and Bruiser break in the front window. At one point the two discover a room with a salt circle, typically signifying a witch working, with a dead vamp hanging upside down. After battling several vamps and taking down humans, Jane has an incident with Bruiser where he appears lost in a battle fog and does not recognize her. The various team members report in, and the bad news is that no one has spotted de Allyon. Unfortunately a second wave of vamps attack, and at one point Rick comes to her aid. Once again, Jane and the others realize that de Allyon was not there.

Jane asks Leo via text if they can send the humans they have captured to heal the sick vamps in Asheville, and he agrees. Eli tells Jane that he caught one of Derek’s guys, Cheek Sneak, taking pictures and texting with his phone, which Eli then confiscated. Jane confirms that Eli should give it to Alex, and if he discovers proof of consorting with the enemy, she wants to know first. Rick packs Jane’s wound, which she plans to shift and heal later on. Soon Leo arrives, with Sabina, Grégoire, and Rick’s team—the grindy, the werewolf stuck in wolf form, and Rick’s supervisor, Soul, an exotic woman whom Jane pretty quickly pegs as not human. Leo asks Jane for a report, and he and Grégoire both detect that the binding between Jane and Leo has undergone a change of some sort.

One Punch With a Set of Brass Knuckles: Human law enforcement is now involved in the situation, also Rick’s first big case. The werewolf comes across the room to where Jane is sitting, bristling and growling at her. Jane relates part of the story about how she took the guy down when he was in human form. Rick insists that Jane needs to shift to heal, so he whisks her away in Grégoire’s limo, stopping at the store for ham. The two sit down on a blanket next to the river, and both finally admit they love each other, agreeing that there is more to love than just sex, and that they will eventually figure out a way to be together. Not only does the were-taint stand between them, but also their respective jobs will not always dovetail. And then there is the additional problem that skinwalkers often go insane. Jane strips and shifts, and Beast makes her feelings toward Rick known, even scent-marking him. After Jane reemerges, her phone rings with Bruiser telling her that Katie was attacked while the others were all occupied in Natchez.

Leaving all of their stuff behind at the rental house, they all head to New Orleans, with Jane, Alex, Bruiser, Derek, and Eli all in Grégoire’s limo. While riding, Jane thinks over the events, wondering how de Allyon knew they were in Natchez. She texts Alex to ask about Sneak Cheek, and shortly thereafter he texts back to say the man is at the top of a list of six suspects. Alex also reports that he managed to download some information from the computers at the building before law enforcement arrived. Just as the car gets to the outskirts of New Orleans, Bruiser gets a call, apparently from de Allyon or someone with him, who says he has Katie. After answering that yes, Jane is with them, Bruiser says, “We accept,” something Jane has a really bad feeling about. Bruiser calls Sabina.

Dumber Than Dirt: Jane confirms with Bruiser that she is being accused of the murder of de Allyon’s Enforcer, and because of that, she will be going to trial, where the vamp plans to use the Vampira Carta to his advantage. However, at this parley/trial, Sabina will force the Vampira Carta rules on de Allyon. In the meantime, Leo’s scions will rescue Katie. One very disturbing fact: if Jane is found guilty, de Allyon gets to turn her and she will be subject to him forever. Bruiser tells Jane that if she allows Leo to bind her again and not undo it, he can use her.

Jane goes to do a security check at Grégoire’s clan home, where Leo and the others would be kept safe during the daytime. When she arrives, Brian greets her and gives her a book that is a present from Leo and Sabina: a history of the Mithrans in the Americas. Sabina wants Jane to go to a particular page, and she finds some illustrations—of de Allyon killing and feeding from skinwalkers. This makes the war between them more personal. Jane also notices that the vamp in the picture is fat, not slim like most of the vampires she knows, deciding this has something to do with him being Naturaleza, and the name under one of the pictures translates to “Death’s Rival.” She also realizes that de Allyon will know what she is the moment he smells her.

I’d Save the Last Bullet for Me: Jane tries to think of a way to solve the various problems and situations she is caught up in, but Beast decides she needs sleep. When she gets ready for the parley, she weapons up and wears her leathers, along with some eye makeup (applied by Christie, one of Katie’s Ladies) and contacts, to hide the color of her eyes. Bruiser arrives to escort Jane, and he is as decked out as she is. Bruiser returns Jane’s silver protective necklace, taken from her the night of the forced feeding. Eli, Leo, Bruiser, Jane, and Grégoire all make their way to the Nunnery, a downtown warehouse. Derek, Wrassler, and the other men follow, with Derek waiting for word from Alex on where Katie is being held. Worried that the set parley time of two hours will not be enough to rescue Katie, Jane has come up with her own plan, which she shares with no one.

Leo and his group greet Sabina when she arrives, and she announces that at the gathering she is the emissary of the Outclan Council, not Leo’s Outclan priestess. Then de Allyon makes his entrance, with more vamps than the twelve he is supposed to have with him. Jane scents that some of those in his party are sick, and lets Bruiser and the others know. De Allyon and Leo introduce themselves, and then Sabina tells de Allyon that he must get some of his scions to leave to meet the number restriction. He picks out the ones who are sick. De Allyon questions the involvement of the Outclan Council in the proceedings, and Sabina responds that his attack in Natchez drew undue attention to Mithran matters.

When Sabina announces that they are gathered, Jane speaks up and says she was acting in self-defense when she killed the other Enforcer and, citing two cases from history, says she wishes to settle the matter in mortal combat. Jane knows that accepting the challenge as issued will require de Allyon to be subject to the Vampira Carta, which she believes will be the best for Leo and his people, whether she makes it or not. Then Jane discovers that the other Enforcer, the one she will have to fight, is a vamp. Bruiser backs up Jane’s claim of self-defense, and then Rick walks in, representing PsyLED, which Jane is pretty sure is thanks to Sabina. The two combatants get to choose different aspects of the battle. De Allyon’s man wants to fight bare-handed, with no weapons, which Jane gets clarification on to mean abilities given by nature, so she is not so worried, even though it means exposing her skinwalker nature. Jane picks the location, City Park, and asks to be able to keep her personal jewelry with her. Both parties head out to the site, while Jane tries to think of some type of advantage she can use in the fight.

Beast Saw Gorilla on TV: At the park, the contestants are told to remove their weapons. Jane does so, along with a lot of her clothes. Unbinding her long hair, Jane bends over a lion statue, using it to cover her marking the statue with her gold nugget. When Sabina says, “Begin,” Jane races off on the path into the woods. Jane holds the tooth in her hand, saying she needs to shift quickly. Beast says she wants to be big, and can use the stone lion, but Jane tries to stop Beast by saying the lion is concrete, not organic matter.

Beast gets her way, pleased with herself and thinking that she is smart to hide things from Jane. Beast finds a tree branch strong enough to hold her, and waits for her prey to arrive. When he does, Beast sees that he is cheating by carrying a knife, but she drops down on him, almost killing him, but knows he will heal unless she takes his head. Then Beast hears someone coming—a human with two knives. Beast hides and waits for the man, then attacks him also, and feels the tingle of magic, which she traces to an amulet and tries to remove it from the man’s pocket but ends up tearing his flesh. She stops, as she knows this is something she is not supposed to do. Beast then manages to bite the head off the vamp Enforcer, rewarding herself with some birds in the lake.

Jane comes back to herself and goes to the two bodies. She figures out pretty quickly why there is a dead human there along with the vamp, and is worried about Beast having eaten human flesh. Remembering her grandmother’s words about how that makes them (skinwalkers) sick, Jane realizes that she was referring to the insanity that turned skinwalkers into liver-eaters.

Jane searches the man’s body and finds the amulet, which looks exactly like the one she took from the blood-servant in Sedona. Jane gets dressed, picks up the head, and goes back to the gathering of vamps and humans, claiming victory for Leo, and accusing de Allyon of cheating because his Enforcer had a knife and a human helper. Jane looks at de Allyon with her eyes their natural color, and he cannot believe it, saying he had killed all of her kind. Jane attacks de Allyon, and a battle breaks out. Jane kills the vamp, taking his head. Sabina ends the fighting, and offers sanctuary to any of de Allyon’s people who will give up Naturaleza and commit to Fame Vexatum. Jane thanks Leo for giving her the chance to avenge her people. Sneak Cheek is identified as the mole. Jane feels the need for cleansing, so she goes out into the lake. She submerges herself several times, calling upon her ancestors, God, and Hayyel. Rick comes into the water toward Jane, and she remembers his words about her not ever doing anything that makes him have to shoot her. She realizes what he is about to do, given the dead human. Rick’s hand comes up, and Jane feels pain in chest—a heart shot. Beast tries to get her to shift, but Jane thinks at her that there isn’t time.

I Was Alpha. I Was Big Cat. Wanted to Eat Gator: Jane comes to, tasting blood in her mouth, realizing it is Leo. Jane drinks the blood, then sees the dark spot in her soul where Leo bound her getting stronger, and Jane pushes away. Beast forces a shift, gets out of the car, and runs into the woods, giving Leo a little love swipe with her claws on her way out, thinking she will take him as a mate someday. Beast looks in her mind-den, and sees the chain—no longer connected to Jane, but to her. Beast knows she needs to think about the chain but does not want to now.

Jane wakes in an alley, near a homeless man, from whom she tries to buy a blanket. While she is bargaining with him, Rick arrives. Jane turns slowly toward him, and then Rick realizes that Jane thinks he shot her. The shooter was El Diablo, one of Derek Lee’s men. Rick leaves, giving Jane his coat, and she follows.

Later that day Jane helps round up de Allyon’s humans who were suffering from a sort of PTSD after his death. Leo’s lab starts working with the CDC on a cure for the vamp disease. Rick and his team leave the city without saying good-bye. Two weeks later Jane gets a job offer from Hieronymus, the vamp-master of Natchez. De Allyon’s leftover Naturaleza are on the loose in the area, and the council is offering a lot of money per head to take them down. Jane is considering the offer.

When shifting that night, Jane sees the chain—the one binding Leo to Beast rather than to her, realizing it must have happened since she shifted while ingesting Leo’s blood. Beast does not seem particularly bothered by this situation, and even states that Leo will be a good mate, which Jane is not thrilled about.

Book Six, Blood Trade

Been There, Shot the Place Up: Jane, out riding Bitsa, wishes she could leave New Orleans and her depression over her life (no Rick, no Molly, being bound to Leo) behind. Reach calls, with a job offer from Hieronymus, MOC of Natchez. It seems that too many Naturaleza vamps are on the loose, and over one hundred people are missing from the area. Jane agrees to take the job if she can get the house she wants as lodging. When she gets home, Jane tells Eli and the Kid about the job. During the conversation, Jane learns that the two were planning on leaving, given Jane’s recent foul mood and the ensuing lack of activity. After the guys agree to stay on, Jane calls Reach. Hieronymus has agreed to Jane’s terms, but Reach cautions her about not angering Leo and tells Jane she has an appointment with a reporter, a woman writing a book on vamps—a woman Jane knew in her days at the Christian Children’s Home.

You Might Have to Kill Something: Jane receives a phone call from Leo, who tries to convince her that she may not leave the city or his employ without his permission. Jane points out that Hieronymus is really Leo’s problem, so she should be helping him. Though Leo is not satisfied, Jane leaves anyway. Once she arrives in Natchez, Esmee, the owner of the house, greets Jane and states that the last time Jane and company were in town was the most fun she’d had in years, despite her house getting shot up. After greeting Jameson, the butler, and eating a robust meal, Jane goes to her room and thinks about her upcoming meeting with Misha and Bobby. Jane remembers Misha as a quiet girl, and recalls often defending the slightly slow Bobby from kids who picked on him. Jane dozes off, but when she wakes leaves for her meeting. Bobby greets Jane with a bear hug at the hotel room door, and introduces her to Charly, Misha’s young daughter, who is obviously sick.

I’ll Break Every Finger . . . One By One: When Misha comes into the room, she reminds Jane of an incident from their youth where Jane stood up for her, threatening a bully. Misha thanks Jane for what she did back then. Over tea and chocolate, the two women discuss Misha’s book, which is basically a study on vampires: their history, hierarchy, and even how to kill them. All of this worries Jane, but she is most upset by the discovery of her name in the book. Misha promises she will take out anything Jane does not agree to, but she needs reliable information so she can finish her book and receive payment to pay for her daughter’s treatment. Jane has the Kid research Misha’s human contact who had promised her information on the vamps, Bryson Ryder. Eli and Jane go to the man’s office, which appears to not have been visited in weeks, but his files show that he had done taxes for some local vamps. A visit to Ryder’s home leads to the discovery of dead bodies.

Have Stakes Will Travel. Amusing: The police discover two dead adults and two dead children in the house, presumed to be a vamp attack. A new law states that PsyLED gets called when supernatural attacks on humans are suspected. Jane knows that local law enforcement will eventually call, but to get him the news sooner, Jane contacts Rick, who is in charge of the Southeast territory. After what proves to be an uncomfortable phone call, Jane heads back to the house and learns that Misha’s daughter, Charly, has a very rare form of leukemia. Jane leaves messages for Misha about Ryder’s death, and then gets ready for her meeting with Hieronymus, being held in a warehouse in Natchez Under the Hill. Upon arrival, Eli and Jane notice that the guards are sporting some hard-to-acquire firepower. When a few of the guards give them trouble, Jane and Eli take them down. Jane then introduces herself to Hieronymus, noticing his formal attire and odd necklace. Hieronymus wants Jane to kill the Naturaleza vamps on the loose, and accepts the offer of the vamp disease afflicting him and his people. Jane grills Eli about the changes in her contract with Hieronymus that the vamp referred to. Eli then suggests that he and the Kid buy in to Jane’s company as partners. Jane agree to a sixty/forty division and finds herself pleased with the prospect. Good feelings evaporate, however, when Eli points out that they are being followed.

Four Dead Vamps Under His Tree: Eli and Jane decide to take up position in a shed they remember from their last visit, but on the way they have to instead take cover from the Naturaleza in some trees. In their battle, Jane and Eli make the unfortunate discovery that even silver does not kill these vamps, and in fact, most that appeared dead initially get up and walk off. Only one is truly dead, with most of her head gone. Jane sends photos of the dead vamp to Bruiser and to Hieronymus’ home. Upon their arrival back at the house, Jane and Eli discover that Esmee has gone off with two local men to hunt vamps on her own, and the two leave to find her from the trace the Kid is running on Esmee’s cell phone.

And Me Holding Only Ash: The Kid reports that he has lost the trace on Esmee, but he sends Jane the last coordinates he has. Unfortunately the location happens to be Silandre’s Saloon, the proprietor of which is one of Hieronymus’ vamps. Jane calls Bruiser, though not really wanting to, as his betrayal at aiding in Leo’s feeding from her still stings. Bruiser agrees to work on getting Jane access to Silandre—dealing with her as necessary if either she or her people have hurt Esme. Leo calls to give Jane permission to do what she must. When Eli and Jane enter the premises, they find Silandre draining a human, but she escapes. After fighting a few vamps, ones that also prove difficult to kill, Jane rescues Esmee. The one of the vamps comes at Jane.

Sheet Creases on His Left Cheek: Rather than killing the attacking vamp, Jane decides to take him prisoner so she can get information from him, and asks Hieronymus’ primo for a silver cage to keep the vamp in. Esmee expresses her regret and guilt at getting the two men involved in her plans of taking down a few vamps, but Jane tells her that the men were adults and made their own decisions, though she does confirm what a bad idea it was to begin with. Loading up the captive and Esmee and her two accomplices, after dropping the latter off at their place, Jane, Eli, and Esmee head back to the house. Upon their arrival, they discover that Esmee’s son, Gordon, alerted by Jameson, has arrived. Jane manages to get some added information from the vamps delivering the silver cage to hold the captive—such as big changes started occurring in the Naturaleza after “she” joined them, and that Leo had been notified but never sent aid—but at that point they stop talking and tell her she can find out more from Clark, Hieronymus’ primo. When she talks to Clark, Jane assures him she will protect Hieronymus. In the middle of the night, Sheriff Sylvia Turpin arrives, asking Jane why she didn’t let her know she was back in town. After a discussion and apologies, as well as the beginnings of an obvious attraction between Sylvia and Eli, the sheriff leaves. The Kid informs Jane that he believes Misha may be trying to find a vamp who will share blood to save Charly.

Makes It Easier to Stomp ’Em to Death: After a two-hour nap, Jane and Eli go to the barn to check on their Naturaleza captive. Enticing the hungry vamp with a raw steak, Jane learns that his name is Francis Arundel, born in 1820. He admits to being flown into Natchez by de Allyon, and that his mistress keeps her “cattle” underground. He demands being able to feed from a human, at which time he will give more information, but of course Jane refuses. Eli and Jane head over to Hieronymus’ clan home, to distribute the vamp cure to him and his people. After dosing everyone, Hieronymus tells Jane that magic may be behind the extra powers exhibited by the Naturaleza, and she agrees. When Eli and Jane are heading back to Esmee’s in the early morning hours, Jane gets a call from Bobby, reporting that Misha went out to meet someone the night before and never returned.

You Here to Even the Score, Dog Boy? Jane arrives at Misha and Bobby’s hotel room, and Bobby gives her a letter Misha left for her, explaining that she has gone to meet a primo blood-servant in the hopes she will introduce Misha to her boss. If she doesn’t come back, Misha asks that Jane track down Charly’s father. Misha ends her note with a cryptic comment about Bobby being a dowsing rod. Jane sends the names Misha left her to the Kid to track down, and asks him to hack in to Misha’s laptop. Jane takes Bobby and Charly back to Esmee’s house. As she muses over the current problems, someone comes to the door—Rick, with his partners, Soul and the wolf in tow, as well as the ever-present grindylow. After greeting the visitors, Jane leaves the room when she sees Soul touch Rick in a manner she doesn’t care for. When she goes outside, Bobby tells Jane that he knows Misha is in trouble—he has seen her in dreams. Jane has a run-in with Wolf, in which she socks him, and a short conversation with Rick. Jane then learns that Bobby can actually see magic, represented in colors for each individual.

I Want You to Chill, Babe: After leaving Bobby and Charly, Jane goes downstairs and joins Soul at the dining room table. Soul informs Jane of two things: she is not sleeping with Rick, and there are twelve witches among the missing in the area. Relieved at the first bit of news but not so pleased with the second, Jane asks Soul what type of magical working requires twelve witches. After Soul lists a few types, Jane asks about the insectoid-type vampires they have been running into, and Soul says that for magic of that scale to work, there would need to be a focus. Jane asks about Hieronymus’ necklace, and also retrieves the amulets she took from de Allyon’s Naturaleza vamps for Soul to examine, who determines that the items are not big enough to serve the purpose. Perusing files sent to them by the Kid, Jane and Soul discover the name of another vamp, Esther, which also provides the connection between Hieronymus and de Allyon. Soul explains to Jane about the method of feeding forced upon vampires by the Catholic Church, Fame Vexatum, where the vamps drink just enough to stay alive, not to drain and kill as the Naturaleza do. Jane concludes that someone, perhaps Esther, may be using the witches and the focus. Jane’s phone rings, and it is Misha, who only gets out a few sentences before the line goes dead. Ready for answers, Jane storms out to question Francis, the captive vamp, again. Jane gets a vague location for Esther out of Francis, and she and Eli head in that direction. When they arrive, Jane smells dead bodies, and Eli calls Sylvia, who volunteers to call PsyLED. The trio finds the body of Esther among the dead.

So Let’s Get It On, Baby: When she arrives back at the house, Jane confronts Francis. Soul is there, and tells Jane to not hurt the vampire anymore—until he starts talking about how he enjoys killing women and children. At that point, Soul leaves Jane alone once again with Francis, and Jane breaks the news to the vamp that Esther is dead, also informing him that she is the one who killed de Allyon. Jane asks who would now be in charge, and Francis responds that there are three possibilities, and the two bargain regarding names for food until they strike a deal. Francis gives Jane the name of Charles Scarletti, the vamp whose primo Misha was going to meet with, and also refers to those closest to Hieronymus, which Jane takes to mean his sons, Zoltar and Narkis. After dosing Francis with the vamp cure, Jane finds out from Eli that Scarletti was one of the dead vamps found at Esther’s. Jane reluctantly calls Bruiser to ask about the use of vampire blood to cure leukemia, and after checking, he replies that there have been mixed results. After letting Bruiser know that Reach was likely listening in on their call, Jane and Eli decide to spar in the gym above the garage. All goes well, until Rick walks in on Eli helping Jane up and misinterprets what he sees. The grindy stops Rick before he can hurt Eli, and he apologizes, saying he didn’t have his calming music with him. After everyone calms down, Jane determines that the best approach is to focus their efforts on finding the vampires who took the witches. However, Jane, Eli, and Bobby end up taking Charly to the hospital to see her doctor for much of the day. Meanwhile, the Kid has found a local tech guy, Bodat, who has a lot of information regarding the local vamps. From Bodat Jane learns that Esther and Silandre used to be singing partners and lovers, and Jane asks the two young men to look for a connection between the two female vamps and Hieronymus’ sons. Back at the house, Soul offers to help locate Misha with her magic. Using three of Misha’s hairs from a brush, Soul does her ritual and identifies the direction Misha is in, within ten miles. The two women hear Bobby wailing, and race to him.

The Idea of You Shackled and Bound Is Appealing: The two women find Bobby standing in the middle of his room, with his arms outstretched toward the window. Jane takes his hands and feels a huge shock, magic running through her. With Beast’s help Jane knocks the magic out of herself. Soul explains what Misha meant by calling Bobby a dowsing rod—he is attracted to magic, and she believes they can help track Misha that way. The group gets together over food in the dining room to discuss what they have learned and to devise a strategy. Combining the directional clues from Soul and Bobby with land records of property owned by Silandre, they also learn that Silandre and Leo had a relationship prior to the Civil War. Suddenly Bruiser appears, which pleases Beast, though Soul’s reaction to him makes Beast unhappy. Then Sylvia, the sheriff, arrives, and reports the number of dead at Esther’s, as well as that more witches have gone missing. Relationship overload causes Jane to leave the room, and Rick follows her outside, suggesting they both go look at the home of the missing witch family they just heard about. An examination of the house turns up scorched areas where the wards protecting the place had been blown out. After an uncomfortable personal conversation, Jane goes outside, and when Rick joins her he discovers that she has taken amulets from the crime scene. What she does not show Rick is the picture of a Native American woman that she also took because she was sure the photograph was calling out to her for some reason.

Make Ceremony With Me: In her room Jane looks over the photograph she removed from Esther’s house, and the style of the frame causes her to reminisce about the past. Owing to the binding he shares with Beast, Jane senses that Leo is about to call. He takes issue with the way Jane has redone some of the house in New Orleans—he particularly does not care for the silver now occupying his lair. After a brief conversation, Jane realizes that Beast had not gone all soft and gushy at the sound of Leo’s voice, which makes her realize that perhaps her cat has learned to withstand some of the magic used against her. The fear of the binding to Leo is what has prevented Jane shifting for months, and this new discovery leads to her decision to do so now. The first thing Beast notices is that Jane’s working out over the last few months has resulted in her becoming a bigger and stronger cat, and she is very pleased. The second thing she notices is that Bruiser watched the shift, and that he is now somehow different—no longer bound to Leo as he was. This amuses Beast. Wishing to head to the river to hunt, Beast catches a ride on the top of a truck. In order to get down to the level of the river, Beast jumps down by way of some trees, for which Jane chides her. After catching and eating some water birds, Beast smells smoke and sees a Native American woman sitting at a fire. Jane says that the woman is the one in the picture she found. The woman addresses Beast as Skinwalker, and says she must meet her at a church at dawn, in human form. When the woman disappears, Jane realizes she was never really there. Beast decides that it would be better for Jane to make the climb up the hill, so she makes the shift back. Once she is dressed and at the top of the riverbank, Jane calls Eli to come pick her up and to bring food. When they arrive at the church, Jane goes inside and meets the woman from her vision and the photograph, who introduces herself as Kathyayini. The old woman says her son married an Achee woman, the family of witches that was just abducted, and she tells Jane that she sees many types of magic surrounding her. She can also see the shadow of Leo in Jane’s soul house.

Try Not to Poison Me: Kathyayini gives Jane two riddles, which she does not understand, about cold iron, cursed trees, blood, red iron, and a dark light buried under the ground. When Jane wants to leave, Kathyanini tells her that they are in a place that does not exist here, there, or in between, but she throws Jane a coin. When she leaves the church, Jane walks into fog, and when Eli finds her, he wants her to identify herself. Apparently he saw two earlier versions of Jane that required staking, at which time they disappeared. On the way back to Esmee’s, Jane looks over the coin and discovers a dragon’s head. When they get back to the house, the Kid tells Jane what he found out about her coin, that it is a Greek sea serpent. While Jane and Eli were gone, the Kid has also gathered addresses of vamps on Jane’s kill list to see which were properties owned by either Silandre or Esther. When Rick and Soul join them in the dining room for breakfast, Rick receives a call from someone named Monica, and in spite of herself, Jane becomes jealous. Leaving the house to go outside, Jane pays a visit to Francis, but she doesn’t get much out of him other than that the leader of the Naturaleza would need to be able to communicate with the others telepathically. Jane leaves to take a shower, but when she gets out, Bruiser is in the bathroom. He and Jane have a much-needed conversation, during which Bruiser says he would even give up his freedom to keep her from being hurt, and tells her that she may ask him twenty questions. The first two: what does he mean about now having freedom, and what exactly is he now—he no longer smells the same—?

You’re a Gun Whore: Bruiser tells Jane that he is an Onorio, a being that has many of the benefits of being a vampire (long life, speed, seeing in the dark) but is not actually one. Most blood-servants do not survive the process, but he did, as well as Grégoire’s B twins. During their discussion, Jane muses over the state of the new, insectoid vamps: they were first transformed into vampires, became Naturaleza, then got the vamp plague, and somehow witches and magic got involved. Eli comes to get Jane for their search, and she gathers up her weapons. When she asks Eli to help her get some of the weapons adjusted, Rick happens to walk in, and Eli points a gun at him, not wanting a repeat of their last encounter. The grindy latches on to Rick, and Jane and Eli leave.

Maggots. I Hate Maggots. Heading back to Under the Hill to check out addresses the Kid provided them with, Jane and Eli find nothing at the first two, but the third, an old warehouse, proves to be a location of more dead bodies. After they both do a perimeter search of the building and meet up again, Jane states to Eli that she doesn’t understand why so many humans are being killed, given that they are the Naturaleza’s food supply. After Eli kicks the door in and drops a sleepy-time grenade inside, he surmises that perhaps this group does not have a typical vamp hierarchy to keep them in line. Jane also worries that the new vamps may have a higher rising-on-the-third-day-as-revenants rate, which can only be avoided by beheading, so she texts Rick and Eli texts Sylvia to let them know that the bodies they took need to be dealt with by that method. Jane and Eli hear thumps on the floor, as the gas begins to work, and Jane wonders if perhaps all of the new vamps are revenants of a sort. The search of the warehouse turns up many dead humans, but they do find a few alive that they plan to return for. Upstairs Jane and Eli find three vamps. After they dispatch the first two vamps, the third attacks Jane, tearing into her arm and breaking the bone. Eli kills the attacking vamp, and Jane goes into shock.

I Know I’ll Have to Choose: When Jane regains consciousness, she finds Eli removing her boots. He has called Rick, who told him that Jane needed to shift in order to heal, and that she has to be naked to shift. Before shifting, Jane asks Eli if he took pictures of the dead vamps. Both Eli and Rick refer to Beast as Jane, which she does not appreciate. After eating the raw meat brought to her by Rick, Beast decides to have some fun and smacks Rick’s wolf partner in the nose with her paw, drawing blood. The grindy seems upset, but Beast thinks the were blood will not hurt her when it’s only in her stomach, and then wonders if it will hurt her at all, even in a cut. The angel Hayyel did something to both the wolf and to Beast—something Jane does not know, or anyone else. Since the mention of a leash does not elicit a positive response, Eli suggests that someone carry Beast down to the car, and she chooses Rick. Jane remerges in the back of an SUV with clothes that smell like Rick nearby. After getting dressed, she has a conversation with Eli about the two men who want her, and she explains that Beast actually wants both of them, not one or the other. Eli and Jane decide to go back to work after eating, and head to the morgue. On the way, Jane suggests that perhaps the insectoid, spiderlike vamps are Naturaleza revenants. When they arrive, they discover that Sylvia never received Eli’s text regarding beheading, and when they race inside to answer a distress call from one of Sylvia’s cops, they find two dead humans and a vamp who attacks Sylvia.

The Bad Men Are Gone: Jane and Eli fight off the first wave of vamps, without any damage to Sylvia, and after killing a number of vamps they manage to trap all but one in the cold room. Eli beheads the one remaining vamp, and Jane hears a sound. A little girl is hiding behind the body of a security guard. Before they leave, Eli tosses a grenade into the cold room to kill the trapped vamps, and shortly thereafter a woman from social services picks up the little girl. Beast’s reaction to the child makes it clear to Jane how much Beast wants children. Sylvia approaches Jane, taking her to task for taking crime scene photos so she could get paid. After a brief argument, during which Jane also assures Sylvia that she and Eli are friends and family only, the women part with a handshake and an understanding. Eli and Jane go to check out more of the addresses given to them by the Kid, but they don’t find anything. When they get back to Esmee’s, Bobby is waiting for Jane, telling her about a dream he had about a lion, and he thought it was her. When Bobby’s description of the dream changes to him telling Eli about how Jane protected him when they were younger, it occurs to Jane that they have never met Lotus, Hieronymus’ heir, but they should have. She also realizes that when Francis said that Hieronymus had been betrayed by those closest to him, she just assumed the vamp meant Hieronymus’ sons. Jane asks the Kid to look for more connections between the female vamps.

I Look Like a Well-Dressed Street Person: Charly wakes Jane up with the statement that it’s Sunday, and they need to go to church. Despite Jane’s initial protests, she agrees and borrows a skirt from Esmee, who tells Jane to go ahead and give some of the darkness she feels to God. The group arrives at the huge church, and Jane muses over the connection between Christianity and the creation of vampires. After communion, Jane’s thoughts wander, and she snaps back to reality when she notices Charly up front with the microphone. The girl tells the congregation her mother is missing, kidnapped by vampires, and that she has leukemia. After the service, they all return back to Esmee’s. When Jane awakens from a nap, she senses that Rick is there. During their brief conversation, Rick finds out that Jane and Bruiser have not slept together, and Jane finds out that Monica, the caller she was jealous of, is Rick’s younger sister. After Rick leaves, the Kid comes to Jane’s door and tells her to come to the breakfast room to hear what he found. It turns out that up until the nineteen forties, Hieronymus and Lotus owned property together, but that at that time Hieronymus chose not to include Lotus any longer. The female vamp went into business with Silandre and Esther, and Jane figures they waited until de Allyon came along to wrest control away from Hieronymus.

I’ll Get Well Later: Eli and Jane go back to Silandre’s, where they meet a young woman named Nostrana, who says she works for Silandre a few days a week. Silandre is not there, nor has she been recently, and while Jane is commenting upon the oddity of a witch (Nostrana) working for a vamp, the coin in her pocket suddenly becomes hot, as does the pocket watch, which also smells of old blood. After the heat dissipates, Jane and Eli leave to return to Esmee’s. Jane plans to go talk to Francis, as she believes he has something on his body that enables him to heal without ingesting much blood. She believes that this same type of focus powered by a witch circle may be what allowed de Allyon to operate as Naturaleza when other vamps were Fame Vexatum. After two minutes in the sun, Jane finds an amulet on Francis, which she confiscates. Jane decides to take Bobby for a ride to see if he can locate Misha. During their conversation, and while Bobby is scanning the area, Jane learns that Misha is a witch—as is Charly. They wear jewelry that holds spells to hide them from detection. However, Jane realizes now why Lisha was taken. When Bobby holds one of the pocket watches, it burns his hand. Soul suggests via text that Bobby should be placed within a circle with the watches so they can’t hurt him. Bobby insists they make a circle in the sand, and with the three watches, Bobby determines the house where Misha is being kept.

Close Your Mouth, Girl. Mosquitoes Will Fly In: Jane uses her knife to break the circle, and Eli attends to Bobby’s hands, telling him he’s a hero. Jane texts the Kid to have him get the team to meet her and Eli at the house Bobby identified. Bobby wants to go in with Jane and Eli, but the latter convinces him that he can best help by staying outside with a phone so he can call any other backup needed. Looking at the house with Beast-vision, Jane can see the writhing magic surrounding the building, the wards protecting it even involving the houses on either side. When the rest of the team arrives, Jane suggests that she can shift into bird form and dive down into the house from the top. After examining the possibilities, Bruiser asks Soul if she can make a death charm for him and Jane so they can trick the wards and get through. Soul agrees, saying she can have one completed by dawn. Eli and Jane join the others back at the warded house, and learn that Soul was unable to make a charm that can withstand the magic used on the house, but says that she herself is a magic that can survive the wards. Jane guesses correctly that Soul’s new plan is for her and Jane to get into the house via zip line. Eli and Jane planned for explosives to be planted on the outside, and if Jane shifts, her clothes and weapons will be dropped down by Soul. When a hole is blown in the roof, the others should also be able to get through. Jane and Soul prepare to descend, the two of them close together so Soul’s magic can work.

“Thank You,” the Corpse Croaked: Jane sees Soul deteriorate before her eyes, and the two begin their descent. After they both arrive intact and Soul looks like herself again rather than a rotting corpse, Jane says she wants to trade secrets, as she has no idea what Soul is. Soul responds that perhaps they will talk sometime. Jane changes clothes into her leathers and unpacks explosives. After Soul and Jane don their hard hats and plug their ears, Jane signals for the explosives to be set off. With Rick and Bruiser now joining them, all four drop into the attic. The floor collapses, and Jane finds Bruiser fighting two buglike vamps: one resembling a hornet, the other a spider. Jane tells Bruiser to aim for the amulets they wear, and Rick is down. After both vamps are dead and their amulets removed, Jane checks on Rick, who is alive but without his headphones. Soul replaces them, bringing Rick back under control. A search of the house results in no witches, just black painted arcs on the floors of the rooms, but they do find more dead humans, including children. The sight of the latter enrages Beast, and Jane attacks the bug-vamp in the room. After killing the last of the vamps and dragging a body outside to the sun, the group finds themselves face-to-face with cops with their guns drawn. Despite her deafness from the explosions, Jane manages to explain who they are and what happened. When she examines the amulets she has just taken, the pieces draw together as though magnetic. Jane decides she needs to go see Kathyayini again, so the Kid drives her to the spot where the church appeared before, and Jane takes out the coin.

Vampire Blood. Mixed With Something: After they arrive at the location, Jane tells the Kid to wait for her, but if she isn’t back in an hour to get Eli to bring Soul there to look for her. While she waits for something to happen, Jane examines the coin, realizing that what she thought was copper is actually old vampire blood. When she adds her blood to the coin, the discs she brought along join together on the ground in front of her, and the combination makes the amulets glow. When Kathyanini appears, Jane tells her what she has figured out: de Allyon, as a conquistador, used the power of skinwalkers and used their blood to make amulets. At some point de Allyon figured out how to used the amulets as focuses for power to keep the other vampires in the United States out of his business while he practiced Naturaleza in Atlanta. Then he came up with a plan to make vampires sick, but Leo and Jane put a stop to that. After Jane killed de Allyon, his heir started using the amulets and a witch circle to make superstrong vamps, but they are ending up with mutants. Kathyanini suggests to Jane that she plays a role in everything that has happened, that it was all part of a plan. The old woman disappears, and Jane goes outside to find the Kid, asking him to take her to the old saloon where she and Eli rescued the three women. Stepping into the witch circle in front of the fridge, with the amulets, and pressing the discs into the bloody cloth, Jane lands in a small room, realizing she has been transported by a spell. She can hear the others in her team through the walls, so she knows she is back in the house they just raided at dawn. Jane steps on the handle for a trapdoor and notices that the pocket watches all say twelve. Jane lifts the handle.

That Was Before I Killed Her Sister: The door opens easily, and Jane goes down steps into the crawl space. Aside from the few bones she saw at first, Jane now sees live women, buried in sand in various stages. The witches are all glowing with power. Jane spots Misha but is reluctant to touch her, as she doesn’t know what might happen. It becomes clear to Jane that the earth is actually swallowing the women, which explains why they are in various stages of submersion in the dirt. Eli calls Jane, and she explains where she is and what she sees. Jane asks to have Soul come through the circle to see if she can figure out what is going on, and to have Rick call Evan Trueblood to tell him to take the call from Jane she is going to make. While she waits a few minutes before calling Evan, Jane notices that the witch bodies are laid out in a pattern. When she calls Evan, she tells him where she is and what she sees. After Evan snipes at Jane, she tells him off, and then they get back to the matter at hand. Evan wants to know everything she knows about the spell. After telling her that he is working for Leo, though he didn’t at first realize it, Evan says he’ll call her back shortly. Soul arrives and asks if the women are wearing iron. Jane says that the clocks on their chests contain an iron disc with blood, probably de Allyon’s. Jane tells Soul about the ugly necklace that Hieronymus wears, out of character with everything else about him and his home, and believes that it may be at the center of everything, though the vamp master may not even know it. Jane decides she needs to go get the necklace. When she goes up the stairs, she is relieved that she ends up back where she started. She calls Eli, telling him she is going for supplies, and to see a preacher.

Cat Reflexes, One; Blood-Servant Reflexes, Zero: After gaining admittance to the office of Preacher Hosenfeld (from the church she had visited with Charly earlier), she explains that she is trying to get the girl’s mother back. The preacher grills Jane about her faith and beliefs, and then agrees to help in more ways than just letting Jane use the holy water from the baptismal font. Jane and company storm Hieronymus’ home, which has been bombarded with sleepy-time gas, and Jane has to knock out Clark, the primo. The Kid has them patched in to the house’s intercom system, and Bruiser makes the announcement that he is there as Leo’s enforcer to search out and stop Naturaleza, and those who do not fight will not be harmed. The group does receive resistance from some blood-servants, who are dealt with through the use of rubber bullets. They find a lot of humans prone from the gas, but until they get upstairs they don’t see any vamps. Jane gets to use the holy water on a couple of vamps, which has the desired effect. After battling a few more vampires, Jane and the guys find Hieronymus downstairs, being protected by five of his people. The necklace is now burned into his flesh. Jane tells him that the Naturaleza tagged him without him knowing it, and that it is controlling him. He tells Jane to take it off him, in spite of what it may do to him. When Jane removes the necklace, there is a power surge and Jane feels as though she is falling.

Mr. Prepared for Anything: Jane seems to be in a tunnel, and walks into a room with an old Native American woman—her grandmother. The woman tells her that she has done well to let love into her life and heart, as it will prevent her, at least for the time being, from becoming the monster she may have become from having killed a man as a child, the man who killed her father. When she asks the older woman if she became a liver-eater, the woman shifts and leaps at Jane, but then she abruptly appears back at Hieronymus’ home, in the same room she left from. When Jane asks Hieronymus why he allowed her to take the necklace, he explains by recounting (after making the rest of her group leave the room) the Mithran creation story, which she already knows, but with an addendum she doesn’t: when the outclan priestesses took the wood of the crosses to create weapons used against the Mithrans, the Naturaleza took the iron and forged weapons to bind and control. Two tribes formed, one Naturaleza and one Fame Vexatum. After many years of war, some of the Naturaleza came to the new world, including de Allyon. When Hieronymus hears what is going on with the witches, he tells Jane that she must take Lotus’ head before midnight when the working is complete, and that he wants the blood-iron. As they drive away from Hieronymus’ house, Jane muses over the fact that in spite of all of their research, done properly, Hieronymus had known all along where Lotus was but could not tell her because of the binding. She sees this as a lesson to save the Master first. Later that evening, Jane and Bruiser sneak out of Esmee’s (they don’t want the others along, because they probably wouldn’t survive), heading for the house where they had found Esther beheaded. Jane had Leo call in Evan Trueblood, because she knew Evan wouldn’t have come if she asked. When he arrives, Evan blames Jane for too many people knowing that he is a warlock, and that his daughter is a gifted witch. Jane vows that when too many people find out, she will be there to guard them. Jane places the fused discs in one of Evan’s hands, and the sliver of iron in the other, as he told her to. In the basement, Jane places a sheet on the floor and makes a circle, which Evan gets into before she closes it. Evan plays flute music for five minutes, and when the discs move until they point into a direction that Evan says is the vampire lair. Bruiser tears down the shelves that hide the door, and when he opens the door, Silandre and Lotus both come out, going toward Evan. He scratches both of them with the iron, and they both fall to the floor in some sort of binding, unable to move. Jane hears moaning from the hole leading to the lair.

While There is Breath, There is Hope: When she goes into the space, Jane finds three women and a child, the missing Achee family of witches—including Kathyanini. After the family gets taken to the hospital, Jane, Bruiser, and Evan take the two comatose vampires over to the house where Misha and the others are buried in dirt. Jane goes down first; the two vamps are sent through the portal next, and are followed by the two men. After Jane places candles by each of the witches, Evan plays flute music. The sand begins moving, the vampires wake up and begin singing, the spell speeding up, and Jane realizes that the spell is immortality. Jane breaks the circle, beheading Lotus and then Silandre, and the earth spits out the buried witches. The house begins to shake, and Evan uses his music to blow a hole in the side so they can all get out. Two days later, Jane confronts Evan before he is about to leave in his truck. He has avoided her since that night, and she wants to talk to him. She begins by apologizing for interfering with his spell, and he says it wasn’t working, and if she hadn’t done what she did, the vamps would have succeeded. He apologizes for treating her so badly, and credits her for getting to the bottom of what was going on with the vampires and the blood diamond before. He tells Jane that Molly has forgiven her for killing Evangelina, and that she will eventually call. Jane asks Evan to check on Rick’s calming music, because she thinks it needs adjusting, tells him that Francis was turned over to Hieronymus, and that she thinks he may want to consider the addition of vampire blood to the healing spell he and Molly are putting together for Charly. The problem: Hieronymus wants the iron spike that can do transformational magic.

Epilogue: Eli, in his military uniform, presents Bobby with a purple heart medal (one of his) for his service. Jane, Misha, and a healthier Charly are all in attendance.

Story:

“The Devil’s Left Boot” (in the anthology Kicking It): Liz and Cia Everhart are working at the Seven Sassy Sisters Café and Herb Shop that they own and operate with their four remaining sisters—Evangelina having been killed recently because of her involvement with a demon. Liz feels grief over the loss of her sister and coven leader, and actual physical pain from the same sister having tried to kill her with a boulder, but healing from both is taking a while.

Liz sees a bright red car pull up in front of the restaurant, and when she sees who gets out of it, she calls to Cia. The women are surprised and dismayed to see their biggest tormenter and foe from high school, Layla, on her way in, holding a pygmy goat in her arms. Using the formal forms of both sisters’ names, Layla says that she requires help, saying that she brought the goat as a sacrifice. Cia tells Layla that they don’t do blood-magic, and to get out, but the woman starts to cry, saying her mother has disappeared and the police aren’t taking the situation seriously. Softening a bit at Layla’s plight, Liz and Cia decide to hear her out.

Layla’s mother, Evelyn, missed an important work meeting, prompting her boss to check with Layla, who found her mother’s clothes, purse, and cell in a strange pile on the floor at her house. Layla says she can pay them, and after seeing the stack of bills she has, Cia states the fee of one thousand dollars for trying to locate her, and two thousand more for success, regardless of the state she may be in when they find her (which she points out is Jane Yellowrock’s fee). Agreeing to the terms, Layla says she will meet the two sisters at her mother’s house. When Cia brings up her cleverness at citing Jane’s fees, Liz almost tells Cia what she has kept from her—Jane is in town for the hearing over Evangelina’s death.

When they arrive at Evelyn’s house, the outside does not look disturbed at all. The inside of the house is spotless, meticulously kept. When they go into the missing woman’s bedroom, they find the pile of clothes, which appear to have been removed while she was turning in a spiral. Oddly, they find only one boot, the other not being with the clothes or in the closet. Under the boot, Liz finds dried blood, and Cia finds some small figurines and blood, likely from old magical workings. The sisters determine that the boot is actually in the middle of a pentagram, and they think that someone literally whisked Evelyn away using magic. They say that they can try to do a finding spell, but leave it up to Layla whether she wants them to do so, or call the police and PsyLED to get involved. Layla chooses Liz and Cia, as well as the police already involved.

Since they don’t want to disturb any residual magic left at Evelyn’s, the sisters go to Layla’s apartment to do some research, trying to find out where may be a good location for their spell. They hit on a good possibility—a property owned for over a hundred years by the family of the developer Evelyn works for, and the last place she stopped before going home the day she disappeared. Liz tells Layla to call both the police and PsyLED, letting each agency know that the other had been called, hopefully resulting in faster results.

Liz and Cia set up their circle on the property, feeling the power of the place (which even seems to heal Liz’s ribs). Both women sense that their magic seems more powerful. They call out Evelyn’s name, along with a ritual word, and two people appear within the circle—one of them Evelyn, and the other a female vampire. Cia calls down a hedge of thorns spell to keep the vampire from getting loose. The vampire seems unhinged, and says she wants her shoe, pointing at the boot, and then bites Evelyn, which she obviously has been doing quite often, given the woman’s condition.

Liz suggests that they call Jane for help, having to finally tell Cia about Jane being in town for the trial. Liz explains that she kept the information from her sister during the time of the moon when she is most powerful but sometimes unstable. Liz says Evelyn is their responsibility, but the vampire is Jane’s. Cia then says that, really, stopping Evangelina was their responsibility, but they passed it to Jane, who did her duty.

After making sure the hedge spell is in place and very strong, Liz and Cia call Jane from the car. Jane says she will be there as quickly as she can be. While Liz is talking to her, Cia looks up more information about the area, especially curious since the magic of both women had been so much stronger there than it should have been, learning that the place was the site of a town where everyone disappeared in 1890. An old picture from the time period shows a woman who looks like the vampire they contained. Jane tells the witches to stay put.

Jane arrives with several vampires, including Lincoln Shaddock and Dacy, his heir, and reports that the sisters stumbled upon something the vamps want to keep quiet—the female vampire, Romona, never came out of the devoveo, and since her husband couldn’t bring himself to have her killed, she escaped and killed everyone in the town. Unfortunately Romona also used blood-magic, being a witch vampire, and the two sisters know that they need to get cleansed and purified soon, since they used some of the that magic unknowingly.

The vamps have agreed that Romona faces true-death at Jane’s hand, and they will pay a steep fee to the sisters if they do not talk about the secret of the town. Liz and Cia agree, as long as Evelyn survives. Romona’s husband distracts her with shoes, and when Cia brings down the hedge, Jane kills the rogue vampire. Dacy gives Evelyn enough blood to ensure that she will survive, and the sisters give their word they will not speak of the town unless someone else’s life is in danger, or the vampires tell them they can talk about it. Jane tells Lincoln to pay the sisters, and when they get to the car they find one hundred thousand dollars in the envelope.

After returning Evelyn to her daughter, Liz and Cia head home. Cia tells Liz that when Evangelina threw the boulder on her, she was unable to move it and that Jane, in her cat form, was the one who did. The two women agree it is time to forgive Jane. They also agree that they really need to get cleansed of that addictive blood-magic.

Beneath a Bloody Moon

A Jane Yellowrock Novella

By Faith Hunter

Faith’s Note: This novella takes place (in the Jane Yellowrock timeline) after Blood Trade, after the short “The Devil’s Left Boot” in the anthology Kicking It and before Black Arts. It takes place over two days, in February, before Mardi Gras.

“Jane.”

I turned to the side and pulled the cell closer to my ear so my partners couldn’t see the stupid smile on my face. Deep inside, my Beast rolled to her paws, gathered them tight beneath her, and started to purr. I could hear her response in the tone of my voice when I drawled, “Ricky Bo LaFleur, as I live and breathe.”

He chuckled. “You’ve been in New Orleans too long if you’re picking up the lingo and the accent.”

Too long without you. But I didn’t say it. I was getting smarter. Finally. Our jobs and his little problem meant stealing moments when we could, and none of them were particularly satisfying. Rick is a special agent with PsyLED, the Psychometery Law Enforcement Department of Homeland Security, and so some things he can’t share. His job takes him all over the Southeast. My job means traveling too, hunting and killing rogue-vampires or keeping the secrets of the sane ones, so ditto on the not sharing. It puts a barrier between us.

The relationship—if I could call it that—with Rick was still wobbly: bruised by miscommunication, stupid accusations, big-cat pheromones, and worse, the tattoo spells that kept my werecat sorta-boyfriend in human form. Oh. And the were-taint that was said to be communicable by, um, having fun. Okay, maybe “relationship” was too strong a word nowadays. I pulled my hip-length hair across my shoulder as I walked out the side door and onto the porch. “So, where are you?”

“Too far for a meet and greet. I hope to get your way soon and make up for lost time, if you still have room for me with all the new men in your life.”

“New men?” Incredulity laced the word.

“The Younger brothers?”

I’m not the most man-savvy gal in town, but even I detected the hint of jealousy in his tone. “Partners, Ricky Bo. Not hanky-panky.”

“Good.” His voice dropped into the big-cat-purr register, more vibration than note. “I was kinda hoping you’d save all the hanky and the panky for me.”

“I was leaning that way. But for that to work, we need to cross paths sometime. You suck at the boyfriend stuff almost as much as I suck at the girlfriend stuff.”

“Soon,” he promised, “we’ll remedy that. But meanwhile, would you be interested in a side job for Uncle Sam?”

I sat on the edge of the porch, my legs in the weak March sun, feet in the lemon thyme ground cover. The smell wafted up from my feet and tickled my nose. “PsyLED?” The arm of the government that employed Rick seemed more likely to want me on a dissection table than on their payroll. Of course, maybe not. They had hired Rick. “Do they know . . .” About me? Not said aloud.

“That I’m dating a statuesque Cherokee? I told them all about us. They’re good with it.”

The subtle emphasis on statuesque Cherokee told me that he was keeping my secret. Not that my being a skinwalker would be secret for long. Not now that I had been outted to the paranormal world in such a spectacular way—by changing to one of my animal forms in the back of a car—in front of numerous people, including the vampire Master of the City of New Orleans, Leo Pellissier. It was the only thing that had saved my life. But yeah. My anonymity wouldn’t last long. “Why don’t you do it, what’s the job, how dangerous, and how much?”

“You don’t have to sound so suspicious,” he chuckled, “because this one is boring and the pay sucks.”

“Oh, well, as long it’s all that.”

“And more, Jane. Seriously, though, there have been a number of wild dog attacks west and south of you.” His tone changed and I couldn’t tell at first why. “They’ve been going on for four months with increasing severity. All on the full moon. All the victims died. Eaten.”

Werewolf, I thought, feeling all the joy leach out of me. I had helped decimate the pack of werewolves that had invaded Louisiana, killing almost the entire pack to save Rick from them. Instantly I remembered the sound of gunfire, the sight of wolves falling and dying, their howls and screams of fury and pain.

My team and I had saved Rick, but he’d nearly died. And saving him had left him scars, not the least of which were the spelled tattoos the alpha wolf-bitch had tried to eat from his arm and shoulder. She had mangled the tattoos badly, and messed up the magic spelled into them, which now kept him from turning into his werecat black leopard form on the full moon. He had been tortured. Raped. Abused beyond sanity, yet he had survived. Rick was tougher than nails, which was not something I had expected when I met the pretty boy on my first day in New Orleans.

His tone in the safety zone of cop-speak, he went on. “The attacks started in Alexandria, and at first seemed to follow a trail leading south, along I-49.” The location and trail indicated that there could be a connection between the decimated werewolf pack and the pack of so-called wild dogs. Wild dogs didn’t follow highways. Werewolves might. “Recently the attacks have been centered near Chauvin, which is two hours from New Orleans and south of Houma. And I’m stuck farther north for the next few days.”

I thought about that. Centering in one location meant that they had chosen hunting ground and claimed territory. However many there were now, they were likely getting ready to expand their numbers—build a big pack. And two hours was within the distance I could safely travel from New Orleans. Long story, but I was bound to the MOC, the chief fanghead. Only he didn’t know it. The job Rick offered was doable. And I was bored. . . .

Carefully, trying to keep from hurting him, I said, “So. Okay. I’m to rule out . . . um . . . werewolves. That’s the job, and you’re too far away, and that’s why you aren’t doing it. So what about the danger and the pay? I’m still listening.”

“We need you to ride around, talk to the sheriff and the local law, see what you can sniff out.” He meant in animal form but wasn’t saying that over a phone. He added more slowly, “Inspect both the crime scene pictures and the scenes themselves. I’ve seen the pics, but you might see things I missed.”

Gruesome. The pics would be gruesome. But my other half, my Beast, wouldn’t be bothered by them. She liked to hunt, kill, and eat her dinner raw and still kicking. And she knew something about pack hunters and how they ate. Pack, she murmured deep inside. Hate pack hunters.

“Yeah,” I said to both of them. “So what else?” With cops there was always more.

“The sheriff asked me personally to look into this.” It took a second to make sense of the sheriff calling a special agent with PsyLED.

“And the sheriff is . . .”

He had the grace to sound embarrassed, even if only mildly. “Related. I have family there.”

“Reeeeeally?” I said, trying for droll but probably just managing sarcasm. “Old home week?” Rick ignored the tone and plowed on. “Uncles and aunts, my first cousin Nadine, the sheriff of the parish, a good number of other first, second, and third cousins. One second cousin who has a single-engine plane if you need to scout. LaFleur kids in the local schools. Some in diapers and day care. A few in nursing homes up in Houma and Terrebonne. A first cousin who has a hotel south of Chauvin who’ll donate rooms.” In other words a large extended family, people he cared for. “If you take the job, I’ll let them know you’re coming. They’ll help any way they can.”

“Uh-huh.” This sounded too easy. Had to be a catch. “How many people are whispering the word werewolf?” When Rick didn’t reply, I said, “And heading into the swamps and woods with torches and shotguns. And forming mobs with pitchforks and priests.”

Rick chuckled, but it didn’t sound amused. “It isn’t that bad. Yet.”

I put it together and shook my head. My words wry, I said, “Your cuz the sheriff called you and pleaded her case, and you pushed all the paperwork through to keep the family populace happy.”

“To keep Mama happy, actually.”

“Ouch.” Southern women were tough as nails. New Orleans women were that and more. Rick’s mama was a charming New Orleans woman, graceful, gentle, and delicate. She was also determined, strong-willed, and manipulative—scary good at getting her way. The whole barbed-wire fist in a velvet glove, or maybe pearls, pink pumps, and a horsewhip, or, worse, crinolines, debutants, and shotguns. Take your pick, that was his mother. I’d spent a week or so getting to know his family when Rick and I first started hanging out. His mama scared me.

“How many do we think there are?” I hedged. “Werewolves.” Not mamas. Fortunately there was only one of those.

“Maybe three. From the pictures and paw prints. One or two small, and one . . . big. Real big. I don’t want to say more because I want you to draw your own conclusions.

“You’re not to take them on,” he said. “That’s not the job. All we want is for you to rule out or confirm weres. Then, if you have time, see if you can determine a general direction or location. I’m thinking a day. Two max. And PsyLED will pick up expenses and pay a stipend and—”

“I have a contract for this stuff,” I interrupted. “I’ll fax it to you. We can dicker. But there will be a contract, and liability will be covered by Uncle Sam. Flat fee and all expenses. And Leo has to vet it.” Leo was my boss, but he didn’t really have to approve the job. It was entirely up to me. But I wanted all my bases covered if I was going to accept a contract with PsyLED.

I could hear the smile in Rick’s voice when he gave me a fax number. “I’ll push it up the hierarchy and get back to you A-sap. Thanks, darlin’.” The call ended.

Darlin’? Where had that come from?

I walked back into the house. In the living room, Alex was bent over a bunch of screens, incorporating all of them into one, huge, touch-screen computer that would eventually cover an entire wall, his straggly hair hanging in tight curls, hiding his face. Alex was the tech guy for our security company, also known as the Kid for various reasons.

His brother Eli was standing in front of the wide-screen TV, a forty-five-pound hunk of iron disguised as a hand weight in his left hand. He was watching the news—CNN, NBC, and Fox in three corners of the screen, and a local station on the fourth, as he did reps. Ten reps with each arm, his dark skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, his muscles bunching and relaxing, his workout clothes sweaty and sticking to him. He’d been at it awhile and he looked good. Eli was a totally buff former Ranger who ate only healthy food in healthy portions, and who exercised and trained daily. Like all day. As if Uncle Sam’s army might call him back any minute to fight a war, and he wanted to be ready. Eli didn’t have a nickname. Yet. Or maybe never. Some people just didn’t need one.

“You looking at my butt, babe?” Eli asked, without turning around.

“I’m not your babe. But it’s a nice butt,” I said. Without raising his eyes, Alex made a gagging sound. Eli tilted his head to me, giving me his version of a wide grin—lips moving a fraction of an inch, a hint of his pearly whites. Expressionwise, Eli was a minimalist all the way. “It is,” I said.

“Babe, I know my butt is good. Real good. But I’m taken. Keep the eyes off my butt.”

I grinned at him and cocked out a hip, waggling the cell at him. “Yeah, I know. No poaching on Syl’s territory. But I could take her, you know. I could.” Sylvia Turpin was his hunny-bunny, and also the sheriff of Natchez, Mississippi.

“Chick fight,” the Kid muttered, and I could hear the laughter in his voice. I decided to stop the teasing before we all started trying to outsnark each other.

“YS might have a job,” I said. YS came out Wizeass, which was our current nickname for our security company, more formally known as Yellowrock Securities. I let my grin widen. “With PsyLED.”

“No sh—way,” the Kid said, lifting his head, his eyes bugging out. Eli went still, his left arm frozen midcurl.

I raised my eyebrows. “You lost count, didn’t you?”

Eli frowned. “That was just cruel, babe. Cruel.”

I laughed. “Yeah, now your arms will be all lopsided. When you finish pumping up and showering, we can talk about the job. Meanwhile, Kid, e-mail Rick LaFleur our standard short-term, hunting-only, no-termination contract, and the liability one and—” I waved my empty hand in the air to suggest my uncertainty—“something to cover us having to kill supernats to protect the human populace in any life threatening, emergency, crisis, legal mumbo-jumbo situation. And whatever else you think we need.” The Kid had taken over the company paperwork and instituted files and files worth—various contracts, disclaimers, exclusions, standard expenses, and even a rider list (things the customer had to provide for us to do a job) all in legalese. Reams of the stuff. Ten times what I used to have as a one-woman company. He was a teenaged mutant ninja geek, and he was worth his weight in gold, even at today’s rates. I rattled off the fax number. Eli headed upstairs to shower, muttering under his breath about cruel women.

I got my old laptop and did a sat-map search for Chauvin, Louisiana. It was an odd little place by mountain standards, mostly a lot of water, a lot of swampy ground, a lot of weird canals going everywhere and nowhere, and most of them looking unused, some flatland along Highway 56, and less lining Highway 55. The city stretched out along the two parallel roads, hugging them like lifelines, which they probably were, during hurricane season.

Chauvin was in Terrebonne Parish, the sheriff’s office in Houma, north of Chauvin. So far as I could tell, Chauvin had no independent police and depended on the sheriff for law enforcement. There was no public airport closer than New Orleans, no hospital in Chauvin, and most of the parish social life seemed to take place in Houma. So I’d start out there. Assuming I took the job.

Eli trundled down the steps, the scent of vanilla preceding him. The shampoo had been a prezzie from his girlfriend and Alex had razzed him unmercifully about how sweet he smelled and how his old Ranger buddies would think he was pretty. Neither man was homophobic, and Eli took the teasing well, which all was a sign of how important his relationship with Syl was. He rounded the corner wearing only jeans and a T-shirt slung over one shoulder. Sweet mama, he looked good. And he knew it, flaunting it. And I had been too long without Ricky Bo. I just shook my head as he opened the fridge and pulled out a container of boiled, peeled eggs.

“Details,” Eli said. He stuffed a whole egg in his mouth and dropped into a chair, chomping with exaggerated jaw motions.

I told him all I knew about our job and said, “I’ll stick a bag in the SUV and head out. I’ll text you with the hotel and where to meet up.”

Eli had eaten three eggs while I talked and stuffed a fourth one in his mouth as I walked off. Over my shoulder, I said, “One thing. If those eggs give you gas, I will not pay to have the hotel room fumigated.”

Alex groaned and snorted with laughter behind me. “His egg farts are enough to gag a goat.”

“Yeah, you should worry about that, Kid,” I said. “You’ll be sharing a room with your brother.”

“Aw, man. No private rooms? Gimme that box of eggs. Give it to me.” There were sounds of scuffles, muted screams, and laughter behind me, and I was pretty sure Eli gave me an obscene hand gesture, but I didn’t look back to be sure if the guys were really killing each other or not. It took effort to live with two men, and part of that effort meant treating them like brothers, crudities and all. And besides. Eli did get awful eggy-flatulence, and he had been on an egg protein kick for weeks.

Weapons locked into the special compartment and a satchel of work clothes tossed in the back of the SUV along with all the special equipment I might need in a were hunt, I helmeted up and zipped up my winter riding leathers. No one who had lived in the Appalachian Mountains would call the temps cold, but the air was always wet. What some locals called humid in summer was just damp and miserable in winter. Unpleasant most any time.

Eli—who was truly a jack of all trades—had become a pretty good Harley mechanic. Just last week we had taken the carb apart and cleaned it, replaced the plugs and checked the points and spacings, made sure the battery was working well and that the fuel lines were flowing. I had noticed it took more general maintenance to keep a bike running smoothly in the humidity of the Deep South. Dense, wet air is hard on engines, and thanks to Eli’s expertise, Bitsa was in excellent working condition as I took off on her, the engine a dark snarling purr between my thighs.

But even with a smoothly running bike, riding a Hog in Louisiana is a challenge. The roads are ribbed because their surfaces expand and shrink, and because the ground beneath them is marshy, with a high water table. By the time I got to Houma, I was vibrating all over and my hands were swollen like the hands of a jackhammer operator, so I stopped for a late lunch just outside town. After a plate of fried soft-shell crab po’boys and a huge vanilla shake, I cleaned up in the restaurant bathroom before I went to visit the sheriff. She was Rick’s first cousin and I wanted to be presentable. I even put on lipstick, the bloodred I preferred, and rebraided my hair.

Like a lot of places in the South, everything important to a town—except for grocery stores—is within walking distance, having been built back when walking was the poor man’s transportation method of necessity, if not of choice. Churches, graveyards, lawyers’ offices, restaurants, specialty shops, businesses, hair and nail salons, antiques shops were cheek by jowl with parish offices, farm bureau offices, and corporate offices. There were Porta Potties on street corners and men in construction clothes, most of the workers looking Latino—part of life in this part of the world, so close to the gulf and Mexico. The place smelled of water, but different from New Orleans. There, the scent hinted of power and sometimes I thought I could almost feel the force of the Mississippi moving so close by. Here I still smelled the salt of the gulf and the brine of the swamps, but I also got the lazy, sunbaked, rotting-vegetation scent of marsh, and the smell of slow-flowing water. Languid was the word that came to mind.

And the food scents filling the air from deep-fat fryers and ovens and stove tops smelled equally of Mexican and fish, different from New Orleans. And here there was no overreaching stink of urine and vomit, scents I had come to ignore most of the time in the party city of the South. The air smelled cleaner. Slower. Easier.

The sheriff’s office and the tax collector were in the same white, two-story building where I parked Bitsa under a tree and entered the front doors. I was stopped by a guard, a big-bellied man of about sixty, with a gun and an attitude. He hooked one hand over the butt of his gun and the other into his belt and stepped in front of me as I entered. “Hold on there, little lady,” he said to me. “How can I help you?” He smelled of chewing tobacco and his teeth were stained dark brown. He was going bald on top and trying to disguise that fact by the futile comb-over from just above his left ear.

I chuckled and said, “Little lady? Really?”

He squinted at me as if checking to make sure he had gotten my gender right. “What else I’m supposed to call you?” he asked, his eyebrows coming together. I looked like a motorcycle mama in my leathers, and my skin was dark, like a furriner, so I knew why people didn’t want to let me in. But really. Little lady?

I didn’t bother to enlighten him on the modern forms of address. When I was growing up in the children’s home, it was called throwing pearls before swine to try to explain manners or etiquette and simple basic pleasantness to people who simply had no clue. “I’m looking for Sheriff LaFleur. She’s expecting me.”

“You don’t say. Lemme check on that. Name? ID?”

“Jane Yellowrock.”

He grunted, looked at my driver’s license, and told me to have a seat. Instead I stood, staring at him until he began to sweat. Then pulled my cell and dialed Rick. I didn’t give him time to even say hello. “Special Agent Rick LaFleur. I am trying to get into the sheriff’s office, and Officer”—I peeked at the man’s badge—“Officer Delorme won’t let me in.”

“I’ll call the office. Sit tight.”

“I’d rather stand and stare at Delorme.”

“Be nice to the locals, Yellowrock.”

I laughed and disconnected. About two and a half minutes later a woman rounded the corner. “Dellie, this is the woman I was expecting.”

“You sure, Nadine?”

“I’m sure.”

I followed Nadine LaFleur to her utilitarian office, admiring the building but fighting off a case of the sneezes. The building was old enough to have a faint, nose-wrinkling stink of mold and dust and age. The sheriff’s perfume was strong enough to take the edge off, but was also an additional odor for my sinuses to fight.

I stepped into Nadine’s office and took my first good look at Rick’s first cousin. She was Frenchy—dark-eyed, black-haired—and stout, maybe five feet four inches of shrewd, narrow-eyed, political acumen. She looked meticulous, tough, and competent, giving off a far different impression from Rick’s pretty-boy, come-hither personality. Not that Rick wasn’t smart and tough, but he hid it well. Nadine didn’t try to hide it. Underneath her perfume were pheromones of aggression, anger, frustration, and territoriality.

Nadine was glad I was here but equally wanted me to be gone. She settled on a grudging but determined welcome. Closing the office door with a firm snap, she stuck out a hand and gave mine a firm shake before indicating one of the chairs in front of her no-nonsense desk. “Rick says you can help me with the dog attacks,” she said,

“Uh—”

“Except I don’t think it’s dogs. I think it’s werewolves.” She slapped a stack of files on the desk in front of me, opened the top one, and spread the photographs inside across the desktop. I had been right in my first estimation of what I would see here. It was gruesome. And Nadine was watching me like a hawk for any reaction that was squeamish or girlie. I hadn’t taken a seat yet, and so I inhaled slowly as I leaned over the desk, palm flat on the desktop, letting my weight fall onto my left arm and using my right hand to reposition the photos in order of interest: overall crime scene photos together, heads together, torsos together, limbs together.

My Beast pushed into the forefront of my brain and looked with me, though she still had some trouble accepting two-dimensional photographic representations of anything. No scent, she thought at me. No dead meat smell.

No scent, I agreed. Paper pictures.

Stupid paper pictures. Need scent.

I have a feeling we’ll get all the scent we want, I thought back. Sadly.

A quick scan of the first crime scene showed me body parts scattered over a small clearing, blood soaked into the ground, clothes bloodied and shredded, a backpack, contents spread to the side. The body had been dismembered and eaten. The age and gender of the victim was impossible to discern: no face, eyes, nose, or lips over the gory skull, no flesh or viscera over the chest and abdomen, hands too swollen by decomposition to guess at a gender. Long brown hair on a chewed scalp. And maggots. Lots of maggots. I hate maggots.

Oh yeah, Nadine was watching me like a hawk.

I lined the photos up the way I wanted and opened the file beneath. This one had sat in the sun for a while before it was discovered. Scavengers had been on the scene longer. There was less to see. The third crime scene, however, was fresher and had taken place after a rain. The black mud had dried, protecting the tracks and physical evidence better than the other scenes. I checked the time stamp. Yesterday. These pics were the ones I needed.

I had studied up on wolves, wild dogs, and other predators after I fought the werewolves, research that would have come in handy ahead of time, though that wasn’t something I could have planned on needing. But it was handy now, and I dredged up the facts from my memory.

“Measurements differ on how and who you ask, but researchers with digital bite meters have done testing and discovered that adult humans have a narrow range of bite force between one twenty to two hundred twenty pounds per square inch, or p.s.i., of bite force.” My voice sounded dispassionate, reasoned, and almost pedantic. Maybe even bored. And not at all nauseated. Go, me. Keeping my eyes on the photos, I continued. “Wild dogs, German shepherds, pit bulls, and Rottweilers can have a bite force from three-twenty to five hundred p.s.i. Hyenas, by contrast, have a p.s.i. of a thousand, and wild male crocodiles have been measured at around six thousand, by far the highest bite force on the planet. Wolves at play measured in at four hundred. Wolves eating have, rarely, measured in at fifteen hundred and can snap their way through an elk femur in less than eight bites.”

I turned the shot of the shattered femur to Nadine. “I’m guessing this wolf bite was upwards of twelve hundred p.s.i., maybe even higher than fifteen hundred p.s.i., because I’m not seeing but two bite marks, which means he snapped it like a twig.”

I pushed the skull pictures to her. “The orbital bones are cracked, the jaw was forcibly removed in what looks like a massive wrenching motion, and the skull itself was cracked open.” I turned to another shot. “Brain removed.” I pushed a photo of the torso toward her. “All internal organs eaten.” I pointed to two what looked like puncture marks. “Wolves and dogs share a similar canine tooth length and have the same number of teeth—forty-two—but this one bite mark”—I indicated a set of score marks on a meatless bone—“looks deeper than dog canines. What did the medical examiner say?”

Grudgingly, Nadine said, “He suggested the canines of the predator were longer and sharper than dogs. Maybe two and a quarter inches long.”

That was big even for a werewolf. “And?”

“He says there’s no animal in the state that has teeth that long except the Florida panther.”

She was testing me. Nadine smelled of challenge. Which meant she was holding back on something and was wondering if I’d catch it. I paged through the photos and realized what was missing. Inside me, Beast huffed with amusement. Alpha woman is playing cat-games. Hiding paw prints in mud. Inside me, she yawned to show her canines. Beast killing teeth are longer than small cousin called Flo-ree-da.

Still mostly toneless, I asked, “Where are the photos of the footprints?”

Nadine relaxed suddenly and blew out a breath. “Okay. You know your way around. I wasn’t sure Rick—never mind. Here.” She handed me another folder, this one much thinner.

I chuckled dryly and opened the file to expose prints in the mud, cracked and partially dried, several full of dried blood. Without looking up, I said, “You weren’t sure if he sent you some ditzy woman he was sleeping with or a real expert.”

“Yeah,” she said, her tone as dry as mine. “Women seem attracted to my cuz.”

I separated out and placed three different paw prints on the desk. “He is a pretty boy, not saying he isn’t.” I pointed from print to print. “All these photos have claws in the prints. Puma concolor coryi, like all pumas, have retractable claws and most prints display clawless, meaning claws retracted. Yours?”

“All with claws exposed. So. Not a lion.”

“And Florida panthers have been extinct in this state for a century or more,” I said. “It would be astounding to have three in one place.” I tapped the smallest print and spread my hand over it. According to the ruler beside the print, the paw pad was over four inches across. “This wolf or dog is the smallest of the three, and while the density and water content of the substrate makes a difference in the size of the paw prints, I’d estimate this one weighed in at one twenty. Big for a gray wolf.” I pointed to the larger print, which was more than five inches long and more than four inches across. “Maybe three hundred pounds. Gray wolves in this country are big, very big, at one fifty. That medical examiner?”

Nadine shook her head. “He said something about a dire wolf.” She shrugged. “An extinct wolf. He’s an amateur paleontologist and archeologist.”

I went back to the photos and handed her shots as I explained them to her.

“The limbs were disjointed by wrenching, pulling, and biting, the tendons twisted and snapped. The femurs were well gnawed but also cracked open for access to the marrow, indicating that strong bite I mentioned. The pelvic cavity was wrenched apart. I need to see the site to be sure, but I’m inclined to say werewolves, at least three, and one of them a freaking monster.”

Nadine shook her head and rubbed the back of her neck as if to massage away tension. Her skin was tanned, but above her sleeve line her skin was pale olive and very much like Rick’s. She gathered up all the photos and shuffled them into the order she liked and set them in the proper folders. Then she sat in one chair on the supplicant side of her desk and pointed again at the other chair. It put us sitting side by side. She crossed her legs, to reveal a pair of fancy cowboy boots, which I wanted to inspect, but I figured it might be rude for me to grab her foot and haul it up. She tapped the folders on her knee, staring off into the distance.

“Ricky said you have a contract with PSYLed to identify the animals and/or perpetrators and attempt a general location.”

I guessed where this was going. “And kill it or them only if necessity or emergency or exigent situation requires it. At which point I get paid a flat kill fee per head. All liability to be covered by the federal government.”

“How about if I get the governor to one-up that?”

Ah. Negotiation. I was getting good at negotiation. Innocently I asked, “Meaning?”

“What if the state government and the governor agrees to pay for any liability over and above what the feds pay, but you agree to per head cost for kills?” She met my eyes, hers cold and hard and mean. “Those things killed Mason Walker. He was a harmless, homeless war vet with enough medals to decorate a good-sized Christmas tree. He lived under one of the overpasses in town that cross over the canal. There was no reason for him to be down in Chauvin, or none that I could see. He didn’t have transportation, he didn’t have money, he didn’t have anything to offer anyone.”

Except sport, I thought. And didn’t say it aloud because sometimes the truth is unnecessary and cruel. Instead I said, “So someone picked him up. Drove him south. Into the woods or the marsh.”

“And chased him. And killed him. And. Ate. Him.” Her words were harsh, her tone vicious. Okay, so she got the sport part.

“And you liked him,” I said gently.

“He was nice. Would give you shirt off his back. Nice people are few and far between in this world.” She slapped the folders onto her desk with a sound like a gunshot. “I want them dead. Not in a jail where I couldn’t keep them. Not in a court system that would just as likely let them loose because they can’t help it if they are this way. I want them dead.”

“And the way to get the governor to do this?” Because in my experience the governor of a state had a dearth of both money and compassion.

But Nadine smiled, and it would have looked good on an alligator, all teeth and killing intent. “Because I used to be married to him. And because I asked. And because he owes me more than money can ever repay and he knows it.”

Ah. Blackmail of a sorts. Nadine had something on her ex and wasn’t above using it. I gave her a figure and her eyes didn’t bug out, which I thought was a good start. “Per head.” Still unbugged. “Not including all expenses, hotels, ammo, food, lost or damaged weapons to be replaced, all medical costs or burial costs in the event one of my men is injured or dies, all liability costs, and a nice fancy piece of paper that waves any chance of litigation should someone innocent or collateral get injured or killed before, during, or after the takedown. Your ex will be expected to sign a contract and get it witnessed.”

“I’ll call and get the contract faxed.”

“Ricky Bo might get riled at you taking this away from PSYLed.”

Nadine suggested that Rick could do something anatomically impossible with himself. I left the sheriff’s office laughing, with a promise of a call about the governor’s agreement. And the promise of the contracts to be faxed once that agreement was reached. I could probably have gotten the promise of her firstborn if the kid was a big enough of a pain in the butt, but I had the Kid. I didn’t need another. I promised her nothing, except to read any contract the governor marked up and sent back to me. I didn’t expect it to happen, but it would be interesting if it did.

* * *

Twenty miles later I checked the time and the GPS Rick had sent me. The crime scenes and two wolf sightings were south of the small burb of Chauvin. I made the ride through the small town—mostly a fishing and sports enthusiast locale—and continued down Highway 56 another few miles. By then it was getting close to sundown and I had things I needed to do, like check out the hotel that had been donated and see if it was someplace I was willing to stay.

I checked in at the Sandlapper Guesthouse, the mom-and-pop hotel owned by Rick’s family, which usually catered to fisherman—if the fish-cleaning stations and the fenced gear lockers on the grounds were anything to go by. Clara and Harold were nice people and welcomed me like family. I was pretty sure they’d been contacted by Nadine before my arrival, because they didn’t even look surprised when I walked in, though it was off-season and the place was deserted.

The rooms were up on stilts and offered a view of the marsh and open water across the street. It was lot better than a box hotel. It had ambience. And oddly, a small granite boulder near the front steps. It was painted white with the word WELCOME on it in red, but it was granite and it was possible that I might need some mass, if I had to go after a giant werewolf.

I got adjoining rooms, hoping Eli’s eggy gas problem would be over by the time they arrived. I really didn’t want to have to apologize to Clara and Harold for the stench.

After checking e-mail, I took a catnap for half an hour as a stray storm blew through, the rain like a mad drummer at my window. When it passed, there was an odd stillness in the room and outside, as if the world was waiting for something to happen. I shook off the thought and dressed for dinner, which mostly meant a fast shower, rebraiding my hair, and clean undies and T-shirts. I was sliding into my Lucchese boots when I heard the SUV pulling up next to Bitsa. And it was weird how just hearing the engine lightened my heart. I wasn’t sure when the Younger brothers had become family, but it had happened pretty fast. I wasn’t sure how I felt about people having ties on my feelings. It was weird. And maybe kinda scary. The last time that happened was with my best friend, Molly. And she had broken off the friendship. I was hard on relationships and I hated having a broken heart.

I stuck my head out the door and shouted to the Younger boys, “I figure the seafood in this town should be spectacular.” I wasn’t wrong.

* * *

The boys and I still reeked of the wonderful stink of fried fish and shrimp, and fried veggies—onion rings and squash and okra—and hush puppies as we gathered around the small table in their room. The Kid had his tablets set up and my old laptop, and we were studying Google maps and some sat maps from a source known only to the kid. I had a terrible fear they were classified U.S. government maps, but I didn’t ask and neither did his brother. We were viewing from about a thousand feet aboveground, with the crime scenes and wolf sightings tagged in bright red droplets.

“If this was the work of real wolves,” Eli said, “we could trace out a hunting ground from the sites, but since our wolves can drive around . . .” He let the sentence trail off.

“Put dates to all the sites,” I said, “and see if they form a time-stamp pattern.”

They didn’t. The Kid shook his head, his scraggly hair swinging, and mumbled, “We’re missing something. What what what?” He opened the takeout container and nibbled on a cooling hush puppy. “Got it!”

Leaving the maps in place, he opened another program and drew lines from place to place, some curving, some straight. And when I saw what he was doing, I laughed.

Only one thing connected the kill sites, and that was the canals. The werewolves were traveling to places most easily reached by boat and water. Canals were everywhere along the Gulf of Mexico, some long and straight as rulers for miles and miles, some curved in massive semicircles, some with a rare zigzag like something out of a geometry book. “What’s with that?” Eli asked.

“I had always thought slaves built the canals in the Deep South,” I said. “But that looks like something . . . humans couldn’t do.”

The Kid opened another program and traced one canal, a double canal with a raised area between the waterways like the center line on a road. It entered the gulf to reappear, still in a straight line, on an island out in the deep water. “It’s over a hundred miles long,” he said, his voice low as if he were sharing a secret or revealing a sacred mystery. “Holy freaking ancient aliens, Batman.”

“Do a search on ancient canals,” Eli said.

And when the Kid did, dozens of sites popped up, most related to a single site about the canals. He opened six of the sites simultaneously and arranged his tablets so we could see them all at once. There were prehistoric canals all over the world. And the greatest majority of them were right here, in southern Louisiana, Mississippi, and Florida. I got the willies just looking at the numbers of canals and their locations.

The Kid read from one site and paraphrased for us. “Some of them are from the early-twentieth-century oil exploration. Probably ones like this and this.” He pointed at some canals that seemed to be of the same width. “But some were there when the Spanish came and they were old even then. Duuude,” he said softly, using the word almost as an expletive. “These other, older canals have been estimated at seven thousand years old, from before the end of the last ice age. The civilization that built them was considered to be a worldwide, water-going civilization, back when the oceans were five to seven feet lower than now.”

My eyes darted from screen to screen, from miles-long canals in straight lines to what looked like building sites in the marsh, as seen from the air, if the canals had been roads. Like water-going neighborhoods. Eli said, “Huh.”

A few screens later the Kid said, “The civilization—assuming it existed—was either destroyed when a massive ice dam in Canada broke and a wall of water twenty feet high flooded the entire U.S., or when the second Storegga”—he stumbled over the word—“methane gas eruption in Denmark and Iceland caused a subsurface landslide six hundred miles long and forty miles wide. That’s been estimated to have created a mega-supertsunami that swept west and buried the entire East Coast of the U.S. under thirty to a hundred feet of water. Like . . . duuude.”

“So basically, archeologists don’t want to consider a geometry-loving, water-going, water-based, monolith-building, higher civilization, prior to the Egyptians, even though there’s evidence all over the world,” Eli said. He snorted softly. “Worse than bureaucrats.” For Eli that was a major insult.

The Kid said, “In their defense, archeologists are academics. They have to publish papers to keep their jobs and funding, and no one is going to reconsider new evidence or old evidence that contradicts what they already put in print and got paid for.”

“Bureaucrats.”

“Scientists with an agenda. And speaking of which, I got accepted into MIT. I’m looking at a new doctorate. I can start when my parole is up.”

The room went deathly silent. No one moved. I forgot to breathe. I had just been thinking about how great it was to have family. Stupid other shoe had just dropped. My eyes went hot and dry. Where was MIT? Up North someplace.

The Kid went on, his voice casual. “I also have an offer from Tulane. They just opened a brand-new computer science doctorate program and they stole three of MIT’s top professors to do it.” I could hear the smile in his voice, when he added, offhand, “I get a free ride at TU. That’s all expenses paid, for you Neanderthals. And I can start at TU this coming fall, even with the parole in place. Just something to think about.”

I remembered to breathe.

Eli said, “You little shit.”

I didn’t comment about language. This time I fully agreed. “What he said.” And I swatted the Kid on the back of the head.

Alex laughed without looking up. “You don’t think I’d leave you two alone, do you? You’d end up dead without me, in like, three days. Two if we had a job going.

“So. Tomorrow,” he went on, “I think we need to take that plane ride Rick told us about and get a feel for logistics. And see about renting a boat. Maybe an airboat, so we can go over marsh.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Eli said.

“Okay,” I said, letting the feeling of relief flutter through me like butterfly wings. “I’m for bed. Let’s start early. Like four a.m.”

The Kid groaned. Eli just thumbed his phone on and threw himself on the queen bed he’d chosen. “Hey, gorgeous. Guess where I am? Nope. Way further south.”

I left for my room, closing the door between the guys and me. Eli was talking to Syl, his girlfriend-of-sorts, and the Kid was uploading a World of WarCraft game up on his tablet. I stripped and fell onto my bed, and was asleep instantly.

* * *

Rick’s family was freaking everywhere this far south. The pilot, Rick’s second cousin on his mother’s side, was a Vietnam vet named Sarge Walker, a grizzled guy about sixty-five years old, who met us at his front door just before dawn, wearing camo pants and a beat-up flight jacket that looked old enough to have been to war with the man, and carrying a satchel that smelled of coffee and snacks. He grunted as we introduced ourselves, and grunted again when he pointed around the house, to the backyard. We turned away and I caught the faint scent of magic, as if someone in the house was a practitioner. I was betting that Sarge’s wife was an earth witch, a conclusion I drew from the look of the lush gardens. Without magic, it was impossible to keep a garden so green, even in south Louisiana. And Sarge didn’t smell of magic. Just coffee.

And then his copilot trotted up.

The two-hundred-pound tan monster was named Pity Party, PP for short. The mastiff-bison mix (had to be, because she was too big to be anything else) had no manners, and sniffed us each in proper doggy-style. No one objected. Though I wanted to swat her nose away, I held very still as the dog took her time with me. I could feel her low-pitched growl at my confusing, mixed, human-predator scent, and waited until she decided I wasn’t going to attack and eat her master. PP was still wary of me, and I made certain to put plenty of room between Sarge and his protection and me, with Eli and the Kid between us. It was often true that dogs and cats don’t get along well, especially a dog bred for war, one who was big enough to give Beast a run for her money in a fight, and a big-cat. And for once, Beast kept her snark to herself and didn’t disagree. PP was huge, menacing, and . . . huge.

The airstrip actually wasn’t. An airstrip, that is. It was a canal, out in back of Sarge’s house, the water a straight strip, blacker than night, the only sounds the drone of insects and the rare splash of fish. The plane appeared out of the gloom like a white swan illuminated by the rising sun; it looked too delicate to survive a takeoff, let alone a flight.

I didn’t like flying in planes. Wings and feathers were different, and I was almost used to the way that flight worked as a bird, the shift of wing and body, the spreading of flight feathers, the angling of wing into the wind, the way my body would plummet when I folded my wings and dove. This was no bird.

The plane was a single-engine Cessna with amphibian landing gear, and the inside stank like PP and fish, a combo that made me want to laugh when I thought about it. The cabin was cramped and tight for four plus Sarge’s dog and the pile of stuff in back. Some of it looked like fishing gear, and some of it looked like plastic wrapped up in twine. One seat was fitted with a seat belt harness for PP, and she seemed as at-ease in the plane as Sarge was himself, and even more taciturn.

I had never made a water-to-air flight and it felt all wrong, so I closed my eyes, gripped the arms of the seats, and swallowed my breakfast back. It had been tasty going down. Not so great coming back up. Once we left the drag of the water, Sarge spent several minutes talking into his headset about his flight path and altitude and flying stuff, all of which I ignored, just glad he actually spoke airplane-speak.

But the sight that met my eyes once we were airborne and leveled out gave me chills. This was the way the world had to look, back at the dawn of life on Earth. The sun was a golden ball at the horizon, the clouds a dozen shades of pink and plum and purple, with feathery fringes of gray and charcoal. We were low enough to see the black fingers of trees reaching for the plane, low enough to see fishing boats leaving the canals for the open gulf, their wakes rolling with the reflected sun. The water below us was black as sin except where it reflected back the sky’s pink light and the falling, nearly full moon. It looked bloody—bloody moon, bloody water, blood, blood everywhere, and I couldn’t repress a shudder at the sight. It felt like an omen. It was glorious and frightening, and it meant nothing, nothing at all, my brain assured me. It was only the sun rising. But my heart felt different.

The moment we leveled out, Sarge started drinking his coffee and talking to us over the roar of the engine. We got a geology lesson, with an emphasis on why Louisiana had so much oil and natural gas, a geography lesson with the central tenet being the rivers: the Mississippi, the Atchafalaya, the Red , the Sabine, the Calcasieu, and a dozen others, most with Indian tribal names. So much for taciturn, but the chatter did help settle my nerves—along with the sun rising and turning the world golden instead of bloody. I listened with half an ear until the Kid got a question in.

“We mostly want to see the sites of the coordinates of the dog attacks.”

“Werewolf attacks,” Sarge said.

“Why would you think that?” Alex asked.

“You’ll think I’m crazy, I know, but there’s stuff out here in these marshes and canals and bayous, stuff no one’s ever seen before. Stuff the U.S. government won’t let no one near. Places they won’t let no one go to no more.”

“Like what?” The Kid suddenly looked younger than his nineteen years. Like a puppy all agog with the world. Like a kid looking up to an idol. I wasn’t sure it was real fascination or just a way to get the older man to talk, but it worked.

“We got people who don’t appear on no census, got no footprint on any information grid, and who live off the land and the water. We also got people who are there one day and disappear the next. Just gone, like that.” He snapped his fingers. PP wagged her tail. “We got animals that scream in the night and leave eviscerated carcasses on the banks of bayous—carcasses that have been surgically dissected and drained of blood.”

I perked up. That was sounding like the possibility of rogue-vamps eating whatever they could once their favorite food source was killed off. Before I took up working for Leo, I’d made my living killing rogue-vamps, and the old pocketbook could always use a positive attitude adjustment. Leo Pellissier paid better than Uncle Sam any old day.

“What else?” Alex asked.

Sarge looked at him out of the corner of his eye, as if to measure Alex’s interest, or maybe his level of gullibility. “We got magic. Real magic. The magic of the earth and the sky and the slow-moving water. There’s power here, buried deep. And the government is trying to cover it up.”

“You mean like ley lines?”

Sarge tucked his chin in surprise. “You know about magic?”

“I know a witch or two,” Alex said. “Or maybe five or six.”

Sarge made a huffing sound. “I ain’t talking about no witches. I’m talking about the rainbow people. The sirens. And the people of the straight ways.”

The Kid looked back at me, his expression saying, Can you believe this guy? But actually I could. I’d seen a person-shaped being leap through the air once, forming a rainbow of light and shadow, a here-not-here stream of energy and motion that covered the distance in a flowing surge of light-motion-force-time. Rainbow people was a good description. Sirens I didn’t know about, except for the mythical creatures that sang sailors off their ships and into the sea. Maybe they were the same thing. But the straight ways—they seemed to slide off into ancient geometry and ancient mystical practices, like the Freemasons, but even older. Maybe as old as the ruler-straight canals below us.

I took a shot. “Were the canals built along the ley lines?”

“No so’s we can tell, at this time,” Sarge said. “Ley lines are straight lines that connect certain, specific ancient sites, and the lines have to connect three or more sites in a single straight line to count as powerful.” Sarge looked over and back at me as he banked the plane. “Only five major lines run through Chauvin, though I expect we’ll find more as archeologists discover more ancient sites in Mexico and South America.”

“They aren’t, like, magical power lines?” I asked.

“Sure they are. But ley lines are not something humans can use. Only witches can use ’em, and the last witches disappeared from here in the early nineteen hundreds.”

“Disappeared how?” Eli asked.

“Disappeared as in vanished from their beds overnight. Signs of struggle, some blood in the house, and they were never seen or heard from again.”

“Oh.” I had seen a house like that. The witches had been taken by vamps and were nearly dead by the time I had found them.

“What about liminal thresholds,” the Kid asked. Beside me, Eli’s eyebrows twitched slightly in what might have been surprise at his brother’s question.

“Liminal thresholds are different buggers entirely, son. They run in three curving lines across the earth,” Sarge said, “but only one matters here. It starts in southwestern Mexico, curves across the Gulf of Mexico to Chauvin. Then it follows the Appalachians east and north.” His hand made a curving shape up and down, like what the trade winds might make, but bigger and smoother. “It curves up through New York and Nova Scotia, across the North Atlantic and back down toward the U.K. There it intersects some ancient sites including the Stonehenge, follows the map through middle Europe and down Greece into the Mediterranean, through Saudi Arabia and into the Indian Ocean.”

I didn’t know what liminal thresholds were, and I no longer had a witch best friend to ask. Fortunately the taciturn man who hadn’t even spoken on land was voluble and verbose in the air. “Liminal thresholds are sites and places where the fabric of reality is thin, where one reality can bleed into another. Like physicists tell us the universes are stacked one atop the other like a stack of coins. You ever hear of that?”

Alex nodded.

“Well, at certain places along the liminal thresholds, some beings can push through from one reality to another, and sometimes they end up here. Near Chauvin. And then there’s the vertices,” he added, and I figured he was now pulling our collective legs.

“Okay, fine,” I said. “But we’re interested in the crime scenes and the dog sightings.”

“Werewolves,” Sarge spat.

He said it with such certainty that I didn’t bother to disagree. I’d seen the photos. He was right. “Fine. Show us those.” The plane banked again and took us along Highway 56, back south to Chauvin.

The sites were all over the place, one close to 56, one near the end of 55, one off a canal on a spit of land that could only be reached by boat or plane. One was in downtown Chauvin. The others were scattered here and there, with no apparent relation to one another. Nine deaths in three months, here, and more, older ones, scattered along roads heading north. If this had been a mystery story, we would have been able to draw lines from site to site and determine the murderer’s home at the site where the lines intersected, but that didn’t work. Not here. The only thing the sites had in common was that there was always water nearby, but in Chauvin, there literally was water, water everywhere, on all sides as far as the eye could see.

And then I began to notice another similar feature of the earth and water below us. “Can you graph the sites,” I asked the Kid, “and tie them to the biggest ancient canal? The one with two lanes that goes so many miles? And then maybe put them in order along access from that one canal, with little numbers besides each one, so we can get a timeline based on the canal? I know the ones in town—”

“The two closest to town were the first and second ones,” the Kid interrupted, seeing where I was going. “Like they were hungry when they got to Chauvin. All the following ones were on the water. And yeah. All on the smaller canals that look like neighborhoods.” He traced them with his fingers. “And all related to and accessible from the big canal.”

I stared down and down, trying to memorize the world from above and hoping that I’d be able to put this view together with the Kid’s tablets and then the actual, ground-and-water-level sites.

“You want to see the sites?” Sarge asked. His tone was without inflection, and he didn’t take his eyes from the sky and the horizon line, but I could detect a scent from his pores that said he was disturbed, and far too interested in the answer to his unruffled question.

“How close can you get us?” Eli asked into the silence.

Sarge took the tablet from Alex and studied it for a moment. “I can land near some of ’em. Get you to within a few feet of shore. I keep a self-inflating, two-person raft packed in back.” He jabbed a thumb to the back of the cabin, and I figured that the twine-wrapped plastic was the raft.

“Let’s do it,” Eli said. “Which site first?”

I sat, thinking, as the men discussed landings and locations. It didn’t really matter which one we saw. I’d seen the pics both before and after the cops finished with them. And scavengers would have dealt with anything the cops left behind. We wouldn’t see much.

More quickly than I had expected, we were dropping altitude and I got queasy again. Not because of the flight. But because of the smells I’d expect to find on the ground. My Beast was used to the smells of rot and decay; she even ate things that were farther along in decomposition than were strictly smart, at least from a human perspective. But . . . there could be maggots hatching from blood-dried ground or from small bits of tissue missed by the cops. I hate maggots. I just do.

* * *

We made the Kid stay in the cockpit with Sarge and PP, which he pouted about, but we wanted to see as many sites as possible before sundown. And a two-person raft meant time spent ferrying back and forth over the water if he came. “I promise pizza suppers once a week for four weeks when we get home,” I said to cheer him up. His brother harrumphed softly, and Sarge chuckled, but Alex grumbled to silence at the promised treat.

The raft was easy to use but had a musty smell, as if PP had slept here one night. And as if Sarge fished from the raft from time to time. But it was functional, if a little black-moldy.

There wasn’t much left at the first crime scene site we visited, which had taken place on the second full moon after the wolves arrived. Even most of the smell of rot had been washed away by wind and rain and the movement of tides, and now there was little more than the stink of distant death, snakes, rats, nutria—humongous rats—and maybe armadillos, which would have been attracted to the insects feeding on the leftovers. And I caught the old, wet-dog-that-rolled-in-something-dead smell of a werewolf, only one—a male, of course, since females went into permanent heat and went insane very quickly after being changed.

The second site was much the same, differing only by the smell of alligator. But the third site, which had taken place on the most recent full moon, only four weeks past, was very different. The paw prints and indentations in the mud were gone, thanks to the weather, and the body had been very carefully removed. But here I could still pick up, not only the stink of rot, but the gender of the victim. She had been young. And terrified.

I moved across the clearing made by death and wolves and many human law enforcement officers and crime scene people, using my nose, and sometimes my eyes, to tell me what had happened here. And by what I saw and scented, we had a bigger problem than I expected.

“Eli?” I said. “Those three wolves? Two were males and the other one was in heat.”

Eli grunted. He’d heard the stories about werewolves. He understood what I meant. We had a crazy female on our hands, and the bitches were always smart, wily, and inevitably in charge, thanks to the mating, rutting madness that drove a pack with a female in it.

And then I smelled something else. I bent and let my nose guide me into the edge of the rough land, the low trees and brush of the wet world. I found where a boat had come ashore, a scar on the mud, one that extended up into the brush as if it had been pulled high. And from the scents scattered all around, he had changed into his wolf, in the boat, before leaping into the brush.

I said, “The wolf—a wolf, maybe not one of the wolves—came to the site, maybe back to the site, recently, like maybe yesterday, which is odd. Why would he do that?” I moved to the edge of the killing ground and found his scent stronger there. He had marked his territory only once, against a short, broken tree, as if leaving a calling card. And it was definitely not one of the three wolves who had done this killing. “Eli, we have three wolves killing. And one, maybe, investigating. Or something. And this one was smart. Not a single good track left anywhere.”

I found one poor, dried-out paw print track, mostly just leaves pushed into the soil, but there was enough to compare against the tracks of the crime scene photos. Not one of the killer wolves. It didn’t make sense. But yeah. “We have four wolves, three in a pack and one a lone wolf,” I repeated. Which, for reasons I didn’t examine, scared me more than anything else.

* * *

We landed back at Sarge’s place for lunch and to gas up, eating sandwiches on the dock, watching him work. The sun was high in the sky, and temps were cool, so there were few mosquitoes and gnats and there was enough wind to keep the no-see-ums away. If the full moon hadn’t been near, it would have been pleasant lying back on the dock, sleeping in the sun. Or it would have been if PP hadn’t lumbered over and stuck her slobbery face into mine. I had felt her heavy paws landing on the board of the dock, and I didn’t react. Just lay still while she snuffled my neck. She didn’t bite or growl and I figured it was a form of acceptance, so I slowly reached up and scratched her belly. She flopped down beside me, exposing her underside to me. “You’ll never be finished with her now,” Sarge said. I figured out what he meant when she head-butted me to keep scratching. Lunch was a nice break from the noise and vibration of the small plane.

In the early afternoon, we saw two other sites before heading back to Sarge’s place. One of them had been visited by the fourth werewolf, after Crime Scene had finished with it, and he had landed on the same side of the small bit of land where the crime scene people had come ashore. He had stayed a long time at that one. He had tracked the other wolves back to their landing site on the other side of the spit of land, where the pack’s boat had come ashore. He had marked this site only once too, which just felt wrong for wolves of any kind. I bent over the site and sniffed, pulling in air over my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Eli looked away as I did it, and I couldn’t tell if he was fighting laughter at the expression I made or some other emotion.

When I stopped and stood upright he said, “Babe, just a suggestion. Don’t do that in front of a date. It’s . . . not pretty.” When I grinned at him, Eli flipped a hand to show he was just sayin’, and I chuckled.

Either way, the lone wolf smelled . . . worried.

Oddly, this one had smelled as if he’d been a wolf for some time. He smelled in control, and even when he lingered over a place where the bitch had relieved herself, he hadn’t gone into the male werewolf version of mating frenzy. He had kept it in control. And what was even odder, this guy—like the rogue weres—hadn’t been traveling with a grindylow. He had nothing to keep him in line, to keep him from killing and eating humans, or turning humans into pack. Our lone wolf was in control of himself and really, really alone.

* * *

Over dinner of fresh seafood at a place called Joe’s Got Crabs, (this time mine was broiled, with fried soft-shell crabs to the side, with a house-made, Cajun-style rémoulade sauce that was to die for) I explained to the guys what I’d deduced. “This last guy, the lone wolf, has lived here long enough to have bayou skills. He knows the area.”

Eli nodded and gestured with his fork as he chewed. “He knows how to approach, how to move along the edges of the kill sites. Even in broad daylight, he’d move almost unseen.”

“And he’s worried about the other werewolves.”

“Worried how?” the Kid asked. I shrugged, and he went on. “Like he’s afraid they’ll track him? Attack him? Hurt him?”

“Interfere with his standard of living?” Eli asked.

I thought about that one. “Weres used to live in Lousiana. Then they had a run-in with Leo Pellissier and he kicked them out of the state. What if one—I don’t know—stayed? Took up residence? Lived among humans without turning anyone?”

“And now his lifestyle is in danger,” Eli said, having allowed us to provide potential confirmation toward his own point. He ordered beer for us both and bowls of ice cream all around. When Alex looked dumbfounded, Eli said, “You were a good sport today, staying in the cabin with the dog and the old guy. Figured you deserved a treat.”

“I’d rather have a Ferrari, but ice cream isn’t bad.”

* * *

I spent an hour texting Rick, because his carrier didn’t offer good cell coverage this far south. Sometimes the government’s predilection to pick the cheapest bid on a job caused problems later on. Go figure. Rick made plans to join us, but it would be another day before that could happen, which left me many hours before he could get here. And few hours before the first day of the full moon.

Just after the texting ended, I heard back from the sheriff and the governor. The gov felt that PsyLED would take too long to find and kill the “wild dogs” and offered me a contract. But the wild dog clause was a problem, legally speaking. With the tentative exception of vamps, supernats and their legal standing had not yet been addressed by congress. Vamps were already in a legal limbo, with Leo having asked for a status like American tribal Indians had—called tribal sovereignty, making vamps a dependent sovereign nation within the federal government. It would give them a position that was similar to a state in some situations, and similar to a nation in others, with certain amounts of recognition, self-government, and sovereignty. It was a huge legal jumble of problems, which would take decades to sort out, and even longer to implement, all which made the master of the city of the Southwestern states happy, because it left him in charge of his people and free to act in any way that led to the safety of the human public. However, no such legal interference had been instituted or started for weres or witches, making their legal limo even worse than the vamps’. And calling a were a wild dog was . . . wrong. Werewolves were sentient beings.

Yet people were dying. And I was stuck in the middle of the problems.

I copied Leo, my partners, and Rick on the offer and got a single-word text reply from my sorta-boyfriend.

Sigh . . . , it said.

“Yeah,” I said to my empty room. Our “wild dog” were had suddenly become a pack of three led by a sex-starved female. Add a lone wolf into the picture, and a state government that wanted in on the kill action, and this was suddenly FUBAR territory. I was not touching this with a ten-foot pole, not until Rick’s bosses at PsyLED decided on a course of action. Which might mean we were headed home in the morning. Yet the next night was the full moon, which would mean death for someone unless I acted. Which the legal situation could prevent. This sucked. I wanted to hit something, but Eli was asleep. Which sounded all wrong too. I rolled over in bed and demanded myself to sleep. I felt Beast sling out a claw and instantly I went under. My last conscious thought was of Beast as a sleeping pill.

* * *

It rained all night, sometimes so hard it beat against the windows, with lightning and thunder all around, the noise enough to rouse me several times. Mostly, thanks to Beast, I slept through it, knowing that the next three days could be sleepless and dangerous and deadly. Or not.

Sometime during the night, I got an official e-mail from PsyLED, but with the noise outside, I missed it. An hour before dawn, the storm broke, Beast slapped me awake, and I found my cell blinking. I rolled up to a sitting position and discovered that I had an official offer from the U.S. government, one worked out with Leo’s lawyers, two congressional committees, approved by the Louisiana governor and vetted by the president himself, all in just under seven hours.

I had a kill order to take down the pack. And I was gonna get paid big bucks. “How cool is that?” I asked my dark, silent room. And best? No one said anything about the lone wolf, who hadn’t been in on the carnage and feasting.

As I sat there, I got a second text from Nadine, the sheriff, with a new sighting location. During the storm the night before, four local fishermen had taken refuge on land in the swamp over near Lake Boudreaux. They had seen two huge dogs and a bear as the storm cleared. Nadine sent both a map and a GPS, saved by the men. I pulled up a sat map and studied it. The sighting had been inland, if you can call the swampy area north of Lake Boudreaux inland, up through an old canal, on actual land.

I studied the site on sat maps and determined that we could get there via boat. I loved modern detecting methods. I got up, stretched hard and slow, and walked to the connecting door.

Banging on the Younger brothers’ door, I shouted, “Wake up, sleepyheads! We got a job with a GPS, to start the day. Big enough bucks to buy the Kid a pony for his birthday!” I started to run away but banged once again, my fist flat on the door. “And I’ll need my special equipment, pronto.” I sent the proposal and the GPS to them and got dressed, glad I’d gotten some sleep. I was gonna need it.

I was packing my boots and other supplies into a bag when my cell chimed. On the screen were the words Darlin’. PsyL authorized me to area. Officially. Flight landing at NOLA at two. See you at 4p.

“Again with the darlin’?” But something like longing or hunger flowed through me and I dropped onto the bed, grinning foolishly into the dark. Rick was coming. Maybe I should have gotten nonconnecting rooms. Not that there would be any actual sex—not with the possibility of me getting the were-taint as a really bad, incurable, untreatable STD—but maybe I should have gotten nonconnecting rooms anyway. Just in case.

I texted back, I may not be me. Fair warning. Rick was a were. He’d figure it out.

Several minutes later he texted to me. Noted. Which made me happy all over for reasons I didn’t understand.

Eli knocked on my door, one tap. That was all. One. Mr. minimalist. “Come.” Who says I can’t do terse?

Eli entered, geared up for the day, a bulge under his arm visible as he entered, another in the back of his shirt, both which were nine-millimeter semiautomatics. I knew he’d have more weapons on—a silver-plated knife or two and a few stakes. All that just to greet the dawn. Eli, a minimalist in all other ways, was not into austerity where weapons were concerned. In his hand was my fetish box. He put it on the bed beside me, and for once was unable to keep his curiosity off his face.

Feeling a little uncertain, because I’d never done this in front of him before, I opened the box and rummaged around inside, finally pulling out a short necklace strung with glass beads and wired with canine teeth and three largish bones. I knew what almost all my necklaces were, animalwise, but some I didn’t use often, and this one I had never used.

Trying to sound offhand, Eli said, “You’re gonna track in animal form?”

My eyes on the bones, I nodded, letting a small smile form. I said, “Think you can find the most recent sighting place?”

“Does a mountain lion scream in the woods?”

I smiled wider without looking at him. “Loud. Even if no one is there. And yeah. Animal form. One with a good nose and who can swim.”

“In gator-infested waters?” He sounded half-teasing, half-appalled.

I chuckled softly. “Most gators are hibernating. Water’s still too cold for them to feed.” I looked up under my eyebrows. “Sarge told me. Anyway, swimming is only important if I really need it.”

“And?” The word was phrased the way he must have spoken in the Rangers, sharp and cutting and demanding of more than just an answer.

“Newfoundland,” I said. “I have the bones of a huge black Newfoundland, two years old, who was in training to work with an SAR team because of her swimming ability and because she had an air nose.”

Eli grunted. “Change in here or the Kid will want to watch. I’ll go get some protein.” He left, closing the door behind him. He hadn’t asked about the air nose comment, because he knew what it meant.

Some dogs track on the ground. Others over water. Yet others—some very special few others—can track through the air, sometimes for miles. They were the wunderkind of tracking dogs as far as I was concerned.

I stripped and put the folded clothes into the bag. It was bright pink with big flowers in hot pink, red, and fuchsia, with green leaves on it. Peonies maybe. The zippered duffel had been a gag gift from the Kid, who expected me to gag and throw it away. Instead I’d brought it on two other jobs. And Eli made him carry it while we both cooed about how cute he looked. Mean? Yeah. Probably. But “turnabout’s fair play” had been fun.

Naked, sitting guru-style, I adjusted the length of my doubled gold chain around my neck. On it was wired a gold nugget from the first place I’d changed after I left Bethel Christian Children’s Home when I was eighteen, and a tooth from the biggest mountain lion I’d ever seen. It was a sort of safety tool, a last-ditch survivor device. If I got killed, and if I had time between my last heartbeat and death, I could change into my Beast form and maybe live. It had saved me a couple of times already, and I went nowhere without it.

I propped a pillow behind me, got comfy on the bed, and dropped into the place of the change. Once upon a time, and not that far in the past, changing into a different shape had been much more difficult. I’d had to calm my heart rate and breathing, meditate, really work at it. Now—maybe because of the times I’d changed in extremis, which could also be called near-death experiences—I could drop into the place of gray energies much faster.

My magic was some active form of quantum mechanics, but I wasn’t smart enough to understand it. I just knew how to use it in the same way I could turn a light on without knowing how electricity worked. I held the fetish necklace in both hands as my breathing evened out; I dropped into the gray place of the change.

I sank deep into the bones and teeth and marrow of the Newfoundland, finding the snake that lives in the heart of all animal cells, the double helix of DNA that skinwalkers knew about and knew how to use long before the human medical research community discovered it.

I let myself flow into the genetic makeup of the dog that died saving its trainer from an attacker, shot before she could ever use the training she was getting to save more lives. My skinwalker energies rose. Pain shocked through me, sharp as a knife blade slicing along my bones. I sucked in a final breath and . . . changed.

* * *

Smells and smells and smells. Snuffled in scents and blew out, dewlaps fluttering. Snorted. Scented in again. I was Beast, but not Beast. Something was wrong. I smelled female human, scent strong and powerful. Layered beneath her, were smells of many other humans. Strong, vital, sick, old, young. Many humans. Much smell of fish. Rain. Female human scent was familiar.

Oh. Jane’s scent.

Jane woke slowly in brain of dog, stunned, as always, by overwhelming power of scents around me/us. I chuffed, Beast’s sound different from New-found-land-dog’s mouth. More . . . doggy. Do not like dogs.

Beast? Jane murmured into the deeps of mind.

Beast is here. Ugly dog. Tilted big dog head. Not as ugly as last dog. Good smells. Good fish smells. Feed us? Am hungry.

Eli said he’d have food, Jane thought back, trying to remember why I/we were in this form. The smells nauseating to her, too strong, disorienting.

As Jane struggled to get her bearings, Beast stood on the covers of the bed, stepped to the floor, and went to the doorway, where I/we rose on my/our back legs to make us taller.

What are you—? Stop!

I snuffled with laughter and tapped on door with claws. Ugly black claws, hard and short and not made for hooking prey.

Door opened. Kid smell swept out.

Lunged inside. Knocked Kid down. Stood over him huffing into his face, drooling on his jaw.

“Holy crap. How can you have dog breath?” Head tucked, he rubbed his head on the floor back and forth as if to protect his throat and get away at the same time. Stupid prey move. Should attack instead. Alex-Kid shoved with his hands into our belly, making us oof out a breath. “Ugh. Get off me!” he shouted. Loud in dog-ears.

Stepped to side and chuffed up at Eli. He was leaning against wall, shoulder taking his weight, smelling of laughter, small smile on his face. He looked to us. “Did you sign a no-pets clause on this room?”

Jane took over for us and snorted with laughter. Shook head, like human shakes head. Eli held out a leash. Again Jane shook head. I trotted back to deeps of mind and let Jane take over.

* * *

I wanted to say the ambush wasn’t my fault, it was a big-cat move, but I was laughing too hard. The Kid’s body odor was strong enough to choke a goat—or a Newfoundland—this morning. No more snack foods for him. He stank of the house-made, Cajun-style rémoulade sauce and fried fish and obviously hadn’t showered today. Or last night. Ewwww. And then I smelled eggs cooking.

Eli bent and put a plate of microwaved eggs on the floor beneath my head. Like maybe two dozen eggs. And they must have been delicious because I inhaled them—probably nearly literally because dogs don’t have a great sense of taste to complement their great noses.

While I changed, Eli had been loading up the SUV and we were ready to go. Rather than stay near the Kid, I licked the egg plate clean, trotted out the door and down the stairs to ground level, and leaped into the backseat. From the seat, I jumped over onto the gear in the very back. And we were off.

* * *

The rented airboat was loud. Like really, really loud, when Eli cranked it over. There was no ear protection for dogs as part of the rental, so I’d just have to stand it. The craft was a wide, flat-bottomed johnboat, powered by a gasoline engine and a wooden, aircraft-type propeller in a massive cage. It had two bench-style seats, the back one mounted higher than the front one, with the accelerator and the steering mechanism—a long handle that operated rudders—located up at the backseat.

I leaped onto the front seat and shoved Alex off it, forcing him to sit up behind me with his brother on the backseat. Eli clearly had a massive sinus infection because he was able to ignore Stinky beside him. I let Eli strap me into the seat belt, figuring that a sideways spin might slide me right into the water without it. As we took off from the dock, I stretched out on the seat I had claimed, closed my eyes, let my tongue loll out, and took in the wind. It buffeted my facial hair, flopped my ears back, caressed my face, and filled my nose with goodgoodgood smells, and I was in doggy heaven.

Even Beast seemed okay with this form. Inside me, she rolled over and lay on her side, eyes closed in enjoyment.

Time is different when I’m in animal form. Minutes and hours seldom matter. There is only now, this moment, this set of smells, all finding places in my doggy brain. A scent dog’s brain is wired vastly differently from a human’s brain. It’s like a huge card catalogue, each smell, with its breakdown, root smells, tucked in a different niche or drawer, each interconnected and attuned to memories. But I had no dog memories in this form, so each smell had to find its place. I’d done this before, in bloodhound form, and the experience was totally befuddling, disorienting, and weird. And wonderful.

The other times I’d been in dog form were before I met Eli and Alex, working alone, usually for a single fast bit of reconnoitering. This would be something very different. I’d be working with humans. My humans. Like my brothers, or my family. Possessive, personal, intense. That was the way the dog instincts made it feel. As if the Younger brothers were my humans.

In this form, with them present, I wanted to work. Despite how great I felt as the sun rose around us, heating the air and warming my coat, no matter how great the world smelled, I felt excitement rushing through me at the thought of getting to land and starting a search for big bad uglies.

Maybe this feeling was why humans had begun to domesticate wolves and breed dogs into today’s breeds, because some wolves had wanted to work with humans, had liked the challenge, and because wolves could breed down into something manageable. Maybe. Or maybe humans bred wolves to have something around that fleas liked better than they did humans.

Flea catcher, Beast murmured into my hind brain, chuffing with laughter. Stupid dogs.

There was no awareness or measurement of time, except the sun lifting from the watery horizon, until the stench hit me, I sat up on the seat, my nostrils widening and fluttering. Werewolves. A pong on the air like rotten flesh, wet-dog stink, a reek like nothing else, especially in this form. I stayed upright, taking in the wind, snuffling and shaking my head when the odors of dead fish and dead carrion—turtle, I thought—buzzards, armadillos, rotting vegetation, were too strong. Seeking the were-scent. I could get used to being a dog.

Beast chuffed, her ear tabs lying flat in disproval. Ugly dog, she thought at me.

* * *

The airboat ran up on the ground with a slight lift and change of its center of gravity. I rocked back and forth on the seat, digging in with my claws, and huffed. Without opening my eyes, I took in the site, smelling human males. They had urinated everywhere, used one particular area as a toilet for other functions, another as a fish-cleaning station, pitched tents in the lee of some kind of aromatic tree. They had done a little fishing, a little target practice. I smelled guns and nitrocellulose, beer. Lots of beer. No weres had been here. The wide-bottomed boat shifted again and I barked.

Okay. That felt weird. Sounded weird too. I opened my eyes to see the brothers looking at me. Musta sounded weird to them too. I focused on Eli, who had one foot up in the air, about to get off the boat, and shook my head slowly. He stopped his weight transition, thinking, and put the foot back into the boat. “No one here?” When I didn’t respond he asked, “No were-smell here?”

I huffed again, agreeing with his statement.

“Can you smell them?”

I huffed, broke our gaze, and turned my head. We were on a long, straight canal that ran, unwavering, for several miles through the swamp. The stink of werewolves floated down the wind from that way. Eli returned to his seat, started the rented airboat, and backed us off the flat expanse of muddy land. I kept my gaze in the direction that I wanted us to go.

It wasn’t far. It was actually within visual distance of the drunken fishermen, just as they had said. I stared hard at the small outcropping of land and—despite the seat belt—wagged my tail at the site. Eli, following my visual cues, pulled up to the shore, and beached the boat. Sawgrass grew in bunches here, some taller than my dog form’s shoulder, and stunted, weather-twisted trees, with a number of buzzards sitting in the branches. It was hard to estimate in a dog brain, but Beast whispered to me, More-than-five birds-of-the-dead. Something large dead here. It was jungle, reeking with the overpowering stink of . . . Ahhhh . . . dead alligator and stink of werewolf. Eli released me from the seat belt and I leaped out to the muddy bank, paws sinking into mud. There was no smell of human, just were—

The attack came from my left. It bowled me over, into the mud, and rolled me into the water. Teeth, fangs like razors, came at me from above. Beast ripped me away and slung me to the back of my mind.

* * *

Rolled away from attacker, deeper into canal. Feet found log beneath, not deep. Pushed off. Leaping, rising, slinging self out of water. Screaming with dog roar. Leaping, stretching, leaping, hard, muscles pulling. Seeing two attackers. Werewolves. Sick. Male. Smell of were-taint on air. They lunged. Heard gunshot.

Landed on smaller werewolf. Bowled him over. Saw hairless belly. Sank teeth into ab-do-men. Foul, stinky blood, awful taste in mouth. Ripped into belly. Shook head, tearing flesh free. Heard yelps. Dog-screams. More gunshots. More-than-five. Swung head hard. Tore out chunk of werewolf-flesh. Spat it out. Bad taste.

Wolf scrambled onshore, wolf-claws sinking into mud. Insides of wolf trailing on ground. Prey-enemy-pack-hunter was wounded. Beast is good hunter!

Lunged for wolf.

Was hit in side. Lifted. Batted away by paw. Big paw. Bigger wolf attacking. Was slammed up. Into air. Beast-side rammed into sharpness of airboat. Screamed-yelped. Fell. Wolf killing teeth/fangs sank into Beast neck. Tore into flesh. Smelled/felt hot dog blood. Was yanked to side. Painpainpain. No breath. More gunshots. Too many to count. Bigger wolf staggered. Stumbled. Jaws opened and Beast/New-found-land fell free. Rolled into water.

Beast tried to swim. Could not move. Pain arched across ribs. Sank deep. Water covered head. Painpainpain. Cannot breathe. Looked up. Saw through water. Big wolf had gray coat, hairs with black tips. White underbelly. Black claws and muzzle. Big teeth. Biggest wolf ever. Short back legs. Sloping back. Big. Bigbigbig.

Dire wolf, Jane murmured into brain. Holy crap. A dire werewolf.

Wolf backed away. Carrying injured, smaller wolf, in jaws, like pup.

World began to go black around edges of eyes. Beast—I/we—was damaged. Was wounded. Blood poured into dark brown water, staining it with blood. Death striking deep.

Oh, crap, Jane thought. We’re bleeding. Holy crap. We’re dying. Too late to shift! Again.

Saw Alex dive into water, spindly arms and knobby legs. Water moved in ripples of cold. Felt Kid grab ruff of neck. Darkness fell over Beast.

* * *

“You will not die, damn you.”

Eli voice. Saying words Jane did not like.

But breath did not come. Only blood bubbling from mouth. Ribs cracked and moving out of order. Broken. Piercing lungs. Throat shredded. Am dying.

Light began to go. Darkness flickered around edges of vision.

“Damn you! You will not die! I will not lose another one!”

“Bro. Stop.” The Kid’s voice, full of pain. “She’s gone, bro. Stop. Jane’s dead.”

Eli grabbed head and swung it around. Stared hard into eyes. Fierce. Lips pulled back to show blunt human teeth. “If you die, I’ll fucking kill you myself. Again. So shift or I’ll shoot you, I swear to God, I’ll shoot your dead body full of silver.”

We had never done this—shift from another, lesser animal into Beast.

Inside, Jane laughed, sound broken and far away. We got nothing left to lose. So. Try it. Shift already, she said.

I reached down into self, and . . . shifted.

Eli scrambled away. Shaking his hands in pain. Cussing.

Jane laughed, laughter half wild, and feral. Yes! she shouted into mind.

I fell into self. Into Beast. Energies like lightning and fire, and loud, like thunder. Rumbled through gray place of change. Screamed with pain. Am Beast!

I died.

And lived.

* * *

I lay in water, half in, half out. Took breath. Filled lungs. Vomited water out of lungs, onto shore. Gagged with misery and agony. Spluttered water onto land. And breathed. I lay on Beast-paws and closed eyes, body half in water of canal. Deep in brain, Jane cussed. I breathed.

Clawed onto land, out of water. Pulled self onto shore. Claws extended. Body, mud-caked. Stinking of mud and rotten flesh. Dead alligator loomed at eye level, thick skin torn open, flesh spilled onto mud. In rushes saw dire werewolf, small dead werewolf in jaws. It watched, and growled low. Smelled of anger and confusion, watching big-dog that was now big-cat.

I clawed to feet and stood. Screamed into sky. Am Beast. Have killed pack-hunter. Have killed enemy. Have killed werewolf. Screamed into sky. Have won!

Yeah. Go, us, Jane thought into mind, thoughts tasting of sadness. Attack it.

I lunged. But bigger werewolf dragged smaller one away. Deep into sawgrass. Into shadows of trees. It ran.

I chuffed. Jane and Beast live.

I was in Beast form. Puma concolor. I looked to Eli and the Kid. They smelled of fear. I chuffed. Do not be afraid. I am Beast. Will not eat you.

“Jane?” Eli asked. “Are you there?”

I chuffed in laughter. And I smelled the were-magic of the change. Wolves changing, one still alive. Then smelled second one, smaller one change. Heal. In distance, I heard sound of boat starting, high-pitched, mechanical, electrical. Human-sound. Boat moving off small area of land, and into water. Humans did not hear—too far away.

Well, crap, Jane murmured, we lost them.

Smelled smell that was familiar. Will find them again.

Well, maybe. Maybe not. We just got bitten by a werewolf again. Jane took over thoughts and padded to airboat. Sniffed blood on boat sides. Stepped over low side and up onto seat. Lay down. Closed eyes.

* * *

Woke to hear the Kid, voice on cell phone—metal thing with ears and mouth, alive and not alive. Heard voice on other ear of cell, then another voice. Then heard voice of Gee DiMercy, Mercy Blade of Leo. “Tell me exactly what happened,” Gee said. Alex told him about wonderful fight with werewolves. Told how Beast killed one. Beast is good hunter. Told how werewolf bit Beast in dog form.

I opened eyes. Sat up on the seat of airboat. Mercy Blade killed rogue things. Would kill werewolf-Jane. Deep inside, Jane woke. What? she asked. I/we stared at the Kid.

“How soon can you be here?”

Eli took cell and said, “Take the helo.” Handed cell back to Alex.

Mercy Blade-and-killer-of-deveveo-vampires said, “Yes. That I can do. I’ll be there soon.” Call ended.

I growled low, pulling back lips, showing killing teeth. The Kid backed away, moving slow. Frightened prey.

Eli laughed. Showed white teeth in dark-skinned face. “Not coming to kill you, Janie girl. Coming to heal you of the were-taint. Meanwhile, let’s get you into the SUV and back to the hotel for a bath.” He unhooked seat belts.

I/we stopped growling. Looked around. Had not noticed where we were. Were back at boat landing near hotel. Saw ess-u-vee near. Thought about humans. Thought about humans with guns, afraid of big-cat. I chuffed. Stepped from airboat and into water. Lay down and rolled in water-over-rock called cement. Mud and blood came loose from coat. Rolled into water and rolled. Rolled. Stood and walked to shore. Walked to the Kid. And shook water from pelt.

The Kid yelped. I chuffed with laughter, walked to Eli. He raised hair over eyes and pulled steel claw. “Try it,” he said. Eli had hungry look on face, as if would try to hurt Beast with puny steel claw. As if he wanted to fight big-cat. Jane watched deep in brain, saying nothing. Waiting. I blew deep breath like sigh. Walked over to ess-u-vee. Climbed into back onto blanket Eli had spread there. Blanket was green and smelled of man-chemicals for cleaning. Stinky. Stuck nose into middle. Smelled old blood. Much old blood, Eli blood hidden beneath smell of chemicals. Looked at Eli, reaching up to close door of ess-u-vee. Saw scar on Eli collarbone.

Eli had died on this blanket. Was blanket of warrior. Of hero.

Curled up on blanket, laid head on paws. Closed eyes.

* * *

Metal and glass bird with noisy wings settled onto road, in wide broken pavement of old parking lot. Helicopter, Jane thought.

Stupid bird. Too loud to catch prey. More like a buzzing bee, but with no stinger. And vomits out live people. I chuffed with laughter, watching as Mercy Blade climbed from bubble stomach of noisy, stinky helo. Narrowed Beast-eyes. Will not ride in bird again. Do not think you can force me.

I don’t. I won’t try.

Mercy Blade was pretty human by Jane thinking, small, with long, lean muscles, long hair in tight braid, narrow pelvis, and wide shoulders. Moved like dancer or hunter. Like swan on water. Wore denim jeans and boots and long-sleeved shirt that glimmered in sunlight. Wore magics like cloth layered over body; hard to see real body under magics, but maybe bird form. Blue and green and silver magics in Jane’s vision; green and sliver in Beast vision. Gee carried sword on belt, on side, in green leather sheath.

Muscles tensed to leap out of ess-u-vee, but Eli put hand on head. Scratched behind ears.

“Easy there. I won’t let him pull that sword.”

Looked up at Eli, sitting on back of ess-u-vee. Smelled gun oil and bullets. Eli had pulled gun, hidden by side in edge of blanket where Eli died one time. Chuffed with laughter.

Mercy Blade stepped to ess-u-vee. “Jane?” he asked.

I chuffed. Kept narrow eyes on him. Pulled back lips to show killing teeth.

“Hello, little goddess. It has been many years since I dealt with a shape changer in animal form.”

Jane sat up tall inside mind. How long? What kind of shape changer?

Mercy Blade did not hear. Did not answer. I closed lips over killing teeth. Leaned into Eli’s hand. His fingers started scratching head again, and up under jaw. Yawned to show teeth and happiness with Eli.

“Well. Let’s get on with it, then,” Gee said. He moved slowly in presence of big-cat, and reached toward head.

I growled.

Eli swatted ears. “Stop that.”

I showed killing teeth to Eli. Growled louder.

“I’m not impressed, Jane. Not even a little.”

Inside, Jane laughed. I huffed and stopped growl. Laid head on paws. Glared-stared at Gee, sniffing air, delicate nose membranes fluttering. Last time when he healed me/us, it was a one-day-moon and we were in Jane-form. He smelled then of jasmine and pine. Today he smelled of pink flowers and green grass and pine needles. And a little of catnip. Catnip is good. Like to roll in catnip.

Gee touched face. I/we flinched. Then lay still. Fingers of Gee’s hands cupped face and curled into bristly hair. Pressing over scent sacs in jaw and over eyes. His magics flowed down his arms and across his hands. Toward Beast.

Hot and cold, green and silver. A net of many magics that crawled over Beast and into Beast. Stinging. Hurting. I/we spat. Hissed. Snarled. Pulled away from Eli and Mercy Blade.

Gee DiMercy released head and stepped back. He smelled confused. Face looked strange, lips drawn up and pointing like bird’s beak. “I don’t understand. There is no were-contagion.”

Jane looked through Beast-eyes at Gee DiMercy. Heart was beating hard. Was thinking of Rick. Of mating Rick. Of not getting were-taint through mating.

“Was she in human form when she was bitten? And then changed into the puma form?” he asked.

“No,” Eli said, his voice without emotion. But his body smelled of fear and worry. “She was in dog form, a Newfoundland. She was injured, the werewolf took out her throat—carotids, jugulars, trachea. She was dying.”

“And when she shifted, she became”—he made a sweeping movement with arm and hand like swan’s wing over water, but over Puma concolor body— “this? Not her human form first? Then into this?”

“No,” Eli said, smelling now of protection. Inside Beast, Jane crouched, listening, not sure what was wrong but certain that something was wrong. Eli’s fingers clenched in Beast-pelt, at neck. Holding on, like kit in den to mother-cat. He pulled we/us to his side. He smelled of den and home, of kits and littermates. “From dog to this.”

“You are certain?”

Eli looked at Mercy Blade with thin eyelids. “Yes. Why does it matter?”

Gee DiMercy stepped away from ess-u-vee. “When she died, she should have resolved into her natural birth form. Jane is not a werecat to be born in her cat form and then later to find a human shape. She is a—” He stopped, tilted head, looking Beast over. “I thought she was a little goddess, but perhaps I was wrong.” He looked back at helo-bird and whipped arm in circle. Helo-bird made whirring noise that rang in ears. Strange winds began to turn. Beast bent ear tabs down to protect ears. “I don’t know what she is, but whatever she is, or whatever bit her, she is free of were-taint. Without my services.”

Changing from dog to me would have left me with the taint? But changing from a dog to Beast means I don’t have it? So being with Rick would . . . What? What? I’d have to have sex in dog form and then change into a cat? Ewww. Not gonna . . . Just ewww.

But Gee DiMercy was in helo and the clumsy bird was lifting away. Jane cursed inside mind. Beast stayed silent and still, remembering presence of angel Hayyel and . . . things he did to me/us. Things Beast could not tell Jane.

“You okay, Janie?” Eli whispered.

Beast pressed head into Eli side, demanding scratches. But Beast did not purr.

* * *

“I like your hair down,” Rick said.

I was in human form, sitting at the top of the hotel steps, watching the day end, waiting for him to arrive. He’d ridden up in a small red car, a rental, and had gotten out, walking straight to me in the dying light, his car door left open.

My body reacted to the heat in his voice and I shifted on the cold step, orienting to face him. He stood below me on the staircase landing, halfway up. The light was mostly gone and he looked like a black silhouette against the dusk, lean and feral, dangerous. He smelled of cat and human and lust. Earbuds hung on his neck, playing magic music, the musical spell that kept him from going insane from the pain of being a werecat who couldn’t change form.

I turned from my sorta-boyfriend to the last glimmer of sunset and moon rise. The moon was full and huge and bright, resting in the clouds on the horizon—a pumpkin-orange ball nested into bloodred bright clouds. The moon’s reflection spread across the water like blood and flower petals, like the promise of spring and the curse of death. I looked back at him, moving just my eyes. “You okay?”

He shrugged, the movement uncannily catlike. “As well as can be expected.”

I shook my head, my hair sliding across one shoulder to pool on the steps. He watched it move. Like a cat intent upon a toy. I knew without asking that he wanted to gather up my hair and run his claws through it. I almost asked if he knew about the pronouncement made by Gee, and then I closed my mouth on it. Eli and the Kid wouldn’t tell him. Nor would Gee or Leo.

And I didn’t know if I wanted him to know or not, that there was some small possibility that we could be together and me not get the were-taint. Before I could tell him that, before we could explore that remote possibility, I had to ask some tough questions, and even asking them was . . . probably stupid. Frustration zinged through me like a pinball, alarms sounding. I took a breath, knowing I had to ask. Knowing as I did that it might break us. “I gotta know, Ricky Bo. Did you know you were sending me into a life-or-death situation? One where a werewolf was trying to start a pack? And had a female?”

I watched Rick’s face fall as he remembered his own past as a hostage, kidnapped by a werewolf pack. “No,” he murmured. One hand reached up to massage his shoulder where the werewolf bitch had tried to chew off his tattoos. “No. No females. Not possible.”

“Yes. And not only possible. Fact. Two males, one huge, big enough to be a dire werewolf, coat color gray. The other male was smaller, more familiar in size, reddish, like the pack that attacked me once before. Attacked you. And died, the whole sick lot of them. Or so we thought.

“One of the males must have survived, and he made a female. She survived her first turn and now lives, if you can call it that, a crazy bitch in heat. I know. I smelled her.”

Rick climbed the steps slowly, his boots slipping out and up. He stopped two steps below me and sat, his scent surrounding me, hot and rich, with just a hint of Old Spice. An odd choice for a young man, but maybe his cat liked it. My Beast did.

He shook his head, looking up at me as the yellowish lights of the hotel stairwell came on. “Are you sure?” I hadn’t noticed, but he had a blade in one hand, the center plated with sterling silver. He turned it, the sterling catching the light.

“Yeah. I’m sure,” I said. “The small one smelled like the bitch who tortured you. He smelled like her pack. The bigger one smelled like . . . like something else.”

The white form of Rick’s partner—the white werewolf stuck in wolf form—climbed the steps behind Rick. The irony of a werecat stuck in human form and a werewolf stuck in wolf form being partners for the Psychometry Law Enforcement Department wasn’t lost on me, but that didn’t mean I’d cut him any slack. “Hey, Brute. What’s kicking? Anyone broken your nose lately?” He snarled at me, fangs white in the darkness, and I chuckled. “Try it, big boy. How many times do I have to break your ugly snout to make you understand that you’re only a wolf?” I made the last three words an insult, and I heard a chittering in the night, though I didn’t see the source. Staring the wolf down, I said, “Sorry, Pea,” though I knew she could smell the lie on me.

I heard a scrape in the hallway behind me as Eli decided to reveal himself. He knew he needed to be downwind if he wanted to spy on creatures with better-than-human noses, so clearly he had wanted his presence known. “LaFleur,” he said.

“Younger,” Rick said back, measuring the former Ranger.

It was like a testosterone factory out here. I sighed and stood, pivoting on a boot heel and walking down the hallway to my room. Hand on the knob, I pointed three rooms down. “Room fourteen.”

Rick looked at the door of room fourteen, and back to me, his face suddenly playful. “Is that a challenge? Because if it is, consider it taken, darlin’.”

Heat sang through me. Pea, Rick’s supernatural grindylow, the mythical creature charged with keeping were-animals from spreading the were-taint, chittered angrily and stood up from her perch in Brute’s fur. Eli, instead of taking my side, laughed. “She needs to get laid, man, can’t say she don’t, but my room’s right next door, so keep it quiet.”

“Good grief,” I muttered, and went into my room, closing the door with finality. To the empty room I said, “Men.” And not in a nice way. Then I turned to my weapons, laying them out on the bed. These I understood. Men, not so much.

Moments later I heard a tap on the door and soft music from outside. I opened the door a crack. Rick stood in the hallway’s yellow light, that same expression on his face, laughter, playfulness, teasing. Dear God in heaven, I’d missed that look. The heat that had started in the stairwell bloomed and spread through me. He leaned in, smelling totally delicious. “You’re really gonna make me stay all the way down there?”

“I really am.” The words were more whisper than I wanted and I cleared my voice.

Rick’s smile widened, and I knew he could smell my need on the air. “You gonna join me?”

“I’m really not.”

Rick nodded, his lips drawing into a thoughtful frown. “Well, then. We should take advantage of the moonlight. Let’s hunt.”

My Beast reared up in me, staring through my eyes at a man she had claimed as her mate. Mine, she purred. I didn’t bother to push her down but opened the door to reveal my room with my weapons spread on every surface. “Was kinda hoping you’d wanna hunt,” I said.

Rick whistled and Brute trotted up. I looked at the wolf. “He willing to chase down a wolf who might have been his hunting buddy once upon a time?”

“He’s good with it.” Rick nodded to the adjoining room. “Your pals up for a night hunt?”

The adjoining door opened. “Thought you’d never ask,” Eli said. “Where do we start?”

“That restaurant we ate at last. The werewolves have eaten there. I smelled the house-made, Cajun-style émoulade sauce on them when they changed back to human. By the stink, I’d say they’re regulars at Joe’s Got Crabs.”

* * *

The waitress at the restaurant wasn’t interested in talking to me about the threesome who ate there every night. But when Rick walked in, things changed fast. He turned that million-dollar smile on her and I thought she’d toss off her clothes right then and there and take him on the floor.

I sat at the bar and watched, nursing a beer so they wouldn’t toss us out, Eli with a Coke standing behind me. The waitress bent over Rick and let him get a good look at her cleavage while they chatted. I couldn’t decide if I was jealous or if she was pathetic. Both probably.

Eli leaned over me and said, “So. You want to rip her head off or tear her a new one lower down?”

“Both. Neither. She stinks of mango, jasmine, and roses perfume with a dash of fried fish and horseradish. He can act interested all he wants, but I can see his nostrils. To him? She reeks.”

“Even with those boobs?”

I looked down at my own chest and back to the waitress. “There are the boobs,” I acknowledged. “And the long blond hair.” And the fact that Rick was a pretty boy and generally unfaithful. Minutes later Rick walked back to us, a strip of paper in his fingers.

“Her number?” I asked, hearing the snark in my voice, which—hopefully—disguised the hurt.

“A license number, a credit card number, a name, and an address,” he said with pride and not a little swagger. He handed me the strip of paper.

“And you didn’t get her number?” Eli asked, disbelieving.

“Oh, I got her number.” Rick pulled out another strip of paper and extended it to Eli. “For you.” Eli’s eyes went wide as he looked from Rick’s hand to the waitress. She gave him a little wave. “My good-looking friend who is smitten with her down-home Southern looks and charm, but who is too shy to get her number.”

“You didn’t.” There was a Beast-worthy growl in the words.

Rick tucked the paper into Eli’s shirt pocket and patted it down. “Oh, but I did.”

Chortling with laughter and more relieved than I wanted to admit to myself, I waved to the waitress as I followed the men out the door. “Be sure to burn that,” I advised Eli, “before Sylvia sees it. She wouldn’t bother with ripping off your head. She’d let Smith and Wesson do the talking.”

* * *

The water sped by us in the rented airboat, the moon now cold and icy, bright on the black water. We had given the Kid the information that the waitress had provided, matched it with newcomers to the area and missing persons reports in the parish—information provided by the police—three prime addresses to work with—all easiest to find by boat. Eli drove, Brute sitting beside him, Rick and me on the lower, front seat, his arm around my shoulders, seat belts holding us in place. You really needed the nylon flex straps in an airboat at any speed.

The first place was a vacant mobile home that had been used for target practice by the locals for so long that it was mostly a hole. Neither Brute nor I got a whiff of werewolf. And it felt weird to be working with the wolf, asking him if he smelled our prey. Beast growled low in the back of my mind, and I had to soothe her raised ruff. It’s just for now, I thought at her.

Want to fight wolf. Scratched his nose one time.

You did? I didn’t remember that, but I thought it might be prudent to not continue the conversation. And when Eli whirled the airboat in a tight arc to take us to the next place on our list, I used the centrifugal force as an excuse to hold on to Rick and not respond.

* * *

The second place was more likely. I smelled werewolf stink from yards away. The airboat roared up onto land in front of a house; the engine cut off.

Brute stepped over the back of the seat and shoved his snout between Rick and me, pushing us apart, sniffing, getting dog drool on my shirt. I was sure it wasn’t an accident. I shoved his nose away. “I smell it,” I said. I stepped onto the land, boot heels sinking into the mud. Brute landed beside me, shaking his head, the human gesture looking all wrong on him.

“What?” Rick asked. “Is this the right place?”

Brute nodded.

“Are the weres here?”

Brute lifted his snout and sniffed as the airboat went silent and shook his head.

“They’re hunting,” I said softly.

Brute snuffled agreement. Pea crawled up his back, holding his ruff in her tiny little fists. She sat astride his neck, holding on, and sniffed the air. She chittered, the sound menacing and deadly, strange coming from the green-coated, kitten-sized grindy. She closed her eyes and sniffed, tiny explosions of air. She opened her eyes and looked at Rick. There was an intensity in her gaze that belied her cuteness.

“I haven’t touched Jane. Oh. Wait. You know where the werewolves went?”

Pea sniffed again and pointed with a tiny paw/hand, one finger extended, the two-inch steel claw at the tip. Deep inside, Beast hissed at the sight. I know, I thought at her. I don’t know where she keeps them either, but when she pulls them out, they are scary.

Behind us, silent, Eli started the engine again, the prop deafening in the night. Brute and I leaped back inside, and we followed Pea’s nose and steel claw down the canal.

* * *

Pea directed us to shore along a stretch of water that was black as sin. Eli pulled up and beached the boat, cutting the engine. Another airboat was beached beside ours, and it stank of were. And wolf-in-heat. And terrified human. Female. They had captured a woman. When she was in the boat, she was unharmed, no blood smell. But she had been so filled with fear that her sweat stank of it. And she had urinated on herself. Recently.

Eli turned a bright flash on the boat, where we could see clothing, shoes, beer cans, and jewelry in piles. He moved the light and studied the muddy bank. Close to the boat it was hard to tell what was what; there were human prints and wolf prints. But farther out, one pair of bare, human feet led off into the brush. And three wolves followed.

Eli leaned over the seats and started passing out weapons. The rest of us took them, checking their readiness by feel, holstering them, checking the slide of blades and the position of, well, everything. My M4 Benelli was in its spine holster, the grip above my ear, loaded with hand-packed rounds containing silver fléchettes. They had been designed to kill vamps but most supernats could be poisoned by silver, weres among them. I retied my boot laces. Made sure water bottles were easy to hand. Eli carried a U.S. army med kit, mostly for him and any hurt victim, because the rest of us would be likely to heal fast. He had walked me through everything in it, and their uses. I had managed not to laugh at his description of the uses of tampons—“Great bandages to insert into gunshot wounds. They have their own tail to locate the injury later.” Uh-huh. Kinda knew that.

When we were all ready, we stepped to the bank, and mud sucked at our feet, each step a slurping sound, each foot an effort to lift. With a whiff of satisfaction in his pheromones, Eli pocketed the keys of both boats. The wolves had left theirs. He turned off the flash and we stood to let our eyes acclimate.

There were no lights anywhere. There was only the stink of rotting vegetation, scat, the rot of a dead animal in the distance, and the smell of fear, aggression, violence. No sounds but the rare splash of a water animal, the trickle of slow-moving bayou and tide. In summer there would be frogs croaking, insects buzzing, night birds hooting and calling. Gators roaring. The smell of animals nesting and sleeping and hunting everywhere. From time to time, there would be boats and campsites with lights and fire pits, and the sounds of drunken humans would echo through the dark. But the weather had turned cold in what passed for winter here, and tonight it was just us and the smells and the small round moon on the black water and the silence that was left after the roar of the boat. Until the scream rent the air.

Everyone but Eli jumped. Eli settled his low-light gear over one eye and, with the other one, looked at the tiny kitten and the white wolf. “You take point. Move slow and steady. No matter what you hear.” To us, he added, “Stay together. Jane, you got our six.” It wasn’t a request, and I fell in at the back. When it came to paramilitary operations I was the novice, he was the expert. And he was the one with the fully automatic weapon. I had learned that current Louisiana gun laws didn’t prohibit magazine capacity, and that was why Eli felt so safe carrying them everywhere we went. I hadn’t asked, and he had seen no reason to enlighten me.

I had also learned that no wet place in Louisiana is similar to any other. Walking through land bordering a saline marsh meant mud, shrubs, mud, stunted trees, mud, broken limbs, some sharp as stakes, mud, sawgrass and regular grasses, lots of them taller than we were, and more mud. It clung to our boots and sucked at each footstep. The white wolf was two toned, his bottom half black with muck, his upper half bright in the moonlight. Pea chittered softly, directing the wolf, using his hair like reins, pulling him where she wanted. It was a weird hunt, to be at the back of a pack, and I pulled on every sense Beast could lend me, from power in my leg muscles, to her night vision, which was much better than mine. Beast didn’t like this hunt. Neither did I. Not with the snarls and yips and screams that came from ahead, in the dark.

The snarls and yips were excited and vicious; the screams were full of terror and agony, and we were taking too long—too long!—to get there. But the muddy terrain set the pace, not the victim, who, by her screams, was being torn apart, eaten alive, so damaged she would die, no matter how fast we got there. I bared my teeth in a killing rage. Forcing my feet to lift high, to run faster. Ahead, Eli did the same, and I could smell his desperation and fury.

The screams ended with a panting, pained moan, over and over with each fast breath, moans that seemed to roll out over the water and the low land, seeming to come from everywhere. “Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Je . . . ssssuusss.” And then there was nothing but the sounds of tearing and growls and the crack of bone. Just ahead.

We slogged out of the low trees into a clearing, Eli firing a burst from his automatic weapon, the sound and the muzzle fire ripping through the night. Yelps, howls, and shrieks followed. Beast flooded me with strength and I raced for the body on the ground. I took it in with a fast glance and didn’t need to check for a pulse. She was dead—very dead, with nothing left inside her abdomen and a pool of blood on the wet ground an inch deep. It trickled off in tiny rivulets, toward the water.

If we had gotten here sooner . . .

I screamed and whirled and dove into the fight. A vamp-killer in one hand and a nine-mil loaded with silver shot in the other.

Brute was battling a reddish wolf, the coat color visible in the moonlight. Rick was side-to-side with Eli, taking on a . . . a monster. I fired into the monster’s side, aiming for his heart, emptying my weapon into him. I slapped the blade flat under my arm and changed mags.

I caught a hint of motion out of the corner of my eye and dropped to one knee, lifting the vamp-killer. The bitch was in midair, midleap. Her body lancing through the space where I had stood. My blade took the bitch along the side of the belly, the point penetrating deepest beneath the back left leg. She screamed with rage and ducked her head, tumbling in midjump. Her fangs snapped close to my face with a click I heard over the deafness of the nine-mil firing. I fell back. Into the mud. Rolled to my knees.

The bitch landed two feet away, spun on three legs, and rammed me. Lifting me high.

I slammed into something. Took a broken branch to my lower ribs. Right side.

I fired at the bitch point-blank. She yelped and raced away, into the sawgrass. The monster whirled and followed her, limping. The third wolf was hanging in Brute’s jaws, dangling and broken.

I was injured. I knew it was bad because I was hung on the broken tree as if I’d been skewered for cooking, bleeding like a stuck pig. I was having trouble getting a breath. Rick and Eli dropped to either side of me. Both turned flashes on me, so bright I closed my eyes. Or maybe it was the sight of the wound, vivid and slick with blood. I smelled bowel. Saw what might have been a strip of liver. Inside me, Beast hissed, and I hissed with her.

“If she was human, we’d cut the limb and take it with us to an ER,” Eli said to Rick. “But maybe she’ll—”

“Pull her off it, fast, before the pain sets in,” Rick said.

Before? I thought. Too late.

“Under her arms,” Rick said. “On three.” They grabbed me under my arms, braced their bodies, and Rick counted. On three they lifted and jerked me off the branch. I didn’t even scream. I couldn’t. I had no breath. My chest ached, heart suddenly beating unevenly and with pain in each contraction. Lung collapsing maybe.

They let me down, gently, into the mud. I was under the branch I’d been impaled on. It was covered in gore for the first five inches. And yes, there was a piece of tissue hanging on the wood that looked suspiciously like part of my liver.

“Idiot damn woman!” Eli spat. “Just because you can heal is no reason to keep dying.” His voice was gruff, not even trying to hide his worry/anger/fear. “You could try to be more careful.”

“What’s the fun in that?” I whispered. Huh. My lips were numb.

“Someday you’re gonna wait too long,” he warned.

I managed a chuff of laughter as he turned my body to the side. I was facing the water. It was closer than I had thought. Just beyond where the girl’s body lay, her blood trickling into the canal. At the edge of the water something glimmered, an arc of bright light, all the colors of the rainbow, swimming through the water, moving with the up-and-down sweeps of a dolphin or porpoise. It was beautiful. Cool and bright and muted all at once, like a rainbow come to life and shot through with silver. I tried to point, but my hands weren’t working.

The light being, so much like Rick’s partner, Soul, but not, most certainly not, cavorted in the cold water, leaping in and out of the canal without a splash. When it came close to the shore, it halted, the light of its spirit body coruscating. It slithered closer, like a water snake, and seemed to dip part of its energies into a trail of the dead girl’s blood. It wrenched itself back, leaped into the air, and was gone. Something indefinable inside me mourned. And the light, what little there was of it, began to go.

“Shift,” Rick said as he cut through my clothing and loosened my holsters and my Kevlar vest. “Shift, Jane. Now!” He unbelted leather and zipped my pants down. Eli unlaced my boots, their flashlights dancing pools of light on the scrub around us. If the wolves came back they’d never know in time. I tried to tell them, but my mouth wasn’t working. I shivered in the cold air. Or in the cold of death. It’s hard to tell sometimes.

I sought the gray place of the change, the place of my skinwalker energies. But it eluded me, like phosphorescent water slipping through my fingers.

Beast? Can you help?

Jane is stupid human. But deep in my mind, I felt her bend and pick me up by the scruff of my neck. Holding me in her killing teeth as tenderly as though I were one of her kits.

And together we dropped into the gray place of the change.

The energies of what I had determined might be quantum mechanics, of the movement of electrons and neutrons and all the trons, were a nimbus of light, arcing and racing and waving and dancing in a silver cloud of light. The energies were struck through with darker sparks of black light and blue-white sparks of brilliance.

The pain increased, but a different kind of pain, sharper, cutting. As if my flesh was being stripped from my bones.

* * *

Beast leaped away from men, shaking free of boots and clothing and racing up a stunted tree. Screamed into the night, big-cat scream. Claiming life and hunting grounds and calling to spirit being that had fled the dead.

“Jane?”

I hissed. Am Beast. Not Jane. Jane is asleep inside. Then smelled blood. Not Jane-blood. Not dead-girl-blood. Not werewolf-blood. Rick-blood. I dropped to ground, sniffing. Opened mouth and pulled air in over scent sacs in roof of mouth. Tasting/smelling mate. He was injured.

I walked to him and stuck snout to arm. Rick held still, not even breathing. Smelled Rick and smelled werewolf. Rick was bitten. Backed away. Hissed, snarled. Turned to Brute and snarled again. Brute and Pea were Rick’s pack. His den-mates. Should have protected Rick like kit against predator, I thought at them. I growled and walked toward them. Angry. Should have protected mate.

Wolf backed away. Lowered head. Dropped dead werewolf. Like offering. Pea chittered from Brute-back. Sounded sorry. Beast looked at Pea. Will mate become werewolf? Werewolf and werecat too? Will mate die?

Pea jumped from Brute and raced to Rick. Climbed up his leg. Studied bite mark. Rick lifted Pea to shoulder and bent over Jane clothes.

“You’re hit,” Eli said, opening box with bandages. Voice was toneless, but Eli-body’s smell changed, unhappy. Thinking many things. He put flashlight in mouth held it with blunt human teeth. Ripped open large bandage. Cussed at sight of wound. “It bit you?” Placed sheet of white over Rick’s arm.

“Yeah.” Rick wrapped wounded arm and bandage in Jane T-shirt. Pea chittered softly. Sad. “Tie it off,” Rick said. Eli wrapped T-shirt-bandage in stinky stuff that changed shape to wrap arm. Pressed on wound. Rick hissed with pain. “He tried to rip off a hunk of muscle, but he got distracted when Jane shot him full of silver.”

“Bad?”

“Hurts like a mother. But I’ll heal.”

“But . . .” Eli stopped. Bent and gathered up Jane clothes and weapons. “Let’s book. We got a hike to make. And two pissed-off wolves between us and it.”

“And you with their keys,” Rick said, laughter in tone. Rick said, “Brute. That thing dead?” Brute nodded head up and down, human gesture. Looked stupid. Pea chittered in triumph, claiming kill.

“Okay,” Rick said. Slung weapons over shoulder. Rick stood, wavering on two feet. Should be on four feet. Would not waver.

Brute looked at girl, dead on ground. She smelled of meat. Of food. Beast was hungry. Needed meat after change. Did not look at girl-meat. Growled at Brute. Wolf dropped own head and turned away from prey-meat.

“Jane?” Rick said. “Let’s get back to the . . . back to the . . . boat.” But Rick dropped to knees. And fell to ground, face in mud.

Pea leaped clear. Landed on Beast. Made soft mewling sound in ear, like kit. Beast chuffed with laughter.

Eli rearranged weapons and Jane-gear. “Brute, get over here.” Wolf growled, knowing what Eli wanted. “You’ll carry him or I’ll shoot you myself,” Eli said. Not mad. Not angry. Speaking truth. Brute walked to Rick, growling.

Making grunting sound, Eli lifted Rick and laid him on Brute back. With more stinky stuff, tied Rick to Brute. I chuffed with laughter. Went to Rick. Smelled wound. It stank. Stank of were-taint.

Pea mewled in ear. Not death sound. But sound like Rick was sick again. Sick with wolf. Beast swiveled head to see Pea. Thinking. Thinking like Jane. Was hard. Pea should have chased werewolves when they ran. Was Pea’s job. But Pea stayed with Rick. Knew Rick was sick. Knew Eli and Jane and Beast would kill wolves. Beast walked upwind. Sniffing. No werewolf scent ahead. But they might circle in back. Hunters. Pack hunters. Sneaky pack hunters. But big wolf was full of silver. Could not change back to human form with silver inside. Would have to get female wolf to cut out silver bullets. Did not know what werewolves would do, attack or run away and try to heal.

“Okay. Let’s go,” Eli said to Beast. Beast turned and faced water and scrub and bushes. Walked into dark. “So what? You taking our six?”

Beast chuffed with agreement.

“Good by me.”

* * *

Trip back to boat was long. Beast was hungry. Was muddy, dirty. Do not like mud. Do not like mud at all. Belly aches with hunger. Body is weak. Want to eat. Want to eat deer and cow and rabbit. Looked at Eli. Looked at Brute. Would even eat Brute.

Eli untied Rick from Brute back while Beast stood watching trees and scrub. Did not smell wolves. Eli lifted Rick to lay on long seat of airboat. Was noisy—feet on hollow boat bottom. Rick groaned. Was sick. Retching.

Brute jumped into canal and swam. Blood and mud washed away.

“You too, Jane,” Eli said. “Make it quick.”

Beast snarled. Am not Jane. Am Beast. But stepped into water. Swam out from shore and back. Looked for spirit being of rainbow colors but did not see it. Followed Brute from water. Brute shook, pelt showering water and mud all over Beast. Chuffed with laughter.

Beast snarled. Leaped on Brute. Sank in claws. Bit hard on nose. Holding. Brute yelped/whined. Quivered. Did not know what to do. Froze like prey.

Beast let go and walked back to water. Washed again. Shook water from pelt. Climbed into airboat and sat beside mate. Kept back to wolf, but eyes turned to see. In wolf pack, Beast would be alpha. Wolf would be beta. Saw him lick his snout. Could smell his blood on air.

* * *

Was near dawn when we got to hotel. Jane was awake, watching through Beast eyes. Eli carried mate up stairs to room. Wolf and Beast followed. Eli turned on shower in Rick room, washed Rick. Cut off his clothes. Opened wound and saw healing. Carried Rick to bed and laid him, naked, on bed.

Beast went to mate and sniffed. Rick was sick. Sick with were-taint. Pea jumped from Beast back to bed with Rick and curled up in space at shoulder, neck, ear. “Is he gonna turn wolf?” Eli asked. Jane was shocked at question. Felt her pull away. Fear action.

Pea made sound, “Uuuuu,” and shook head.

“Is he gonna die?”

Pea made same sound and shook head again.

“So he’s just gonna be sick as a dog and then get better?”

Pea made “Sssss,” sound and nodded head.

Jane made choking laughter sound deep inside Beast.

“Janie? You want to wait till dark to go after the wolves?”

Beast nodded head. Padded from room and went to door of Jane room. Eli opened door and Beast went inside. The Kid rushed out of room talking too much, too loud. Was prey action when werewolves were hunting. Stupid human. Beast pawed door shut and lay down on floor. Entered gray place of change.

* * *

“Oh, crap. That hurt.” It still hurt. And I had a wide, white scar, to show me how close I’d come to dying. I made it to the shower, turned the water on hot, and rested against the wall as the water beat against me. I was starving. I could tell from the way my ribs stuck out that I’d lost at least ten pounds, shifting twice with no caloric intake. I needed food and a lot of it if I was going on a hunt. Beast? You there?

Beast is here.

What happened?

Beast showed me. Showed me everything. When I saw Rick fall, I ached inside. When I saw the spirit being, the thing like Rick’s Soul, I was taken off guard. But there wasn’t time to whine or grieve or worry. Dawn had broken. We needed food, guns, planning, and we needed to get back in the swamp. I half crawled from the shower and dried off, using the blow drier on my hair. Tossed my wet, muddy, bloody clothes into the shower and washed them off, wrung them out, and left them hanging over the shower door. I fell on the bed and closed my eyes, desperately needing rest, maybe even more than I needed food.

After my forty winks, I dressed in clean clothes and weaponed up, the leathers wet and slick even after I dried them with a towel. They needed oiling and a lot of attention, but they weren’t going to get that until the wolves were dead.

I knocked on the connecting room door. Eli opened it and stood aside to let me enter. He had showered with scentless soap and dressed in clean clothes, not wearing the smelly stuff his girlfriend gave him. Brute was on the floor near his bed. Eating. Before I could accuse him of feeding the wolf before he fed me, Eli shoved a fork and a plate of microwaved scrambled eggs at me. I sank to the floor and shoveled the eggs in. Before I was done, he dropped four pancakes on my eggy plate and drenched them with syrup. Then more eggs. And then he handed me a twenty-ounce protein shake that tasted like chalk and artificial blueberries, but I downed it too.

Then he handed me my M4 harness and helped me strap it on. All without a word spoken. When I was weaponed up, and he had checked the readiness of my slimy-wet, leather gear, he said, “I called the death in to Rick’s partner. They’ll handle the crime scene, rather than calling in the state boys, since we fu—messed it up so bad. I heard the call go out forty minutes ago.” I nodded and he pointed at me. “You, the wolf, and me. Back on the water. Now. We need to hit them while the big wolf is weak, while the female is still cutting rounds out of his body and he’s injured and stuck in wolf form. Our best bet is the crime scene, since they can’t get off the water while wounded and without their boat. Okay?”

I nodded. And accepted the bag of candy bars, energy bars, prepackaged high-protein energy drinks, and chips packed by the Kid. On top was a sugary, icing-coated, cream-stuffed snack cake. It looked totally bad for me and totally delicious. It had to come from his secret stash, the one he hid from his brother, the health food nut. I took it with a smile and he shrugged. “Enjoy. Be safe. And keep him safe.” He thumbed at Eli. “He’s hard enough to live with now, without adding raw meat to his diet and him howling at the moon three nights a month.”

Eli ruffled his brother’s hair as if he were a child and loped down the stairs, Brute on his heels. I followed more slowly, not because I felt bad, but because my stomach was so full I could hardly move. And I was already thinking about eating the snack cake.

* * *

The sun was high overhead when we hit the water. The airboat trip back into the canal took too long, and we were too late anyway. The wolves’ airboat was gone. Eli killed the engine, leaving us floating with the meager current, thinking. “They had another key,” he said.

“Looks like,” I agreed.

“I hate when the bad guys are smart enough to plan ahead.”

I opened an electronic tablet and pulled up the crime scene GPS locations, and compared them to the current crime scene, then layered them on a satellite map and showed it to Eli. He nodded and spun the airboat in a three-quarter turn before heading to the closest house, which was the house we had started out at the night before. No one was home. There was no scent of werewolf, no scent of blood. I figured they had smelled us on the beach and found another place to lair up, so we took a deeper turn into the swamp. That GPS location turned out to be a burned-out hulk. The next place we got to was a falling-in mess of wind-damaged, water-damaged timbers, maybe the result of a hurricane—Katrina or Rita. Three places later, we were stumped, but we had no cell signal at all, to call the Kid for advice. So Eli texted his genius of a brother and we ate a late lunch: Brute wolfed down a three-pound roast that smelled a little rank, I ate most of the goodies in the pack Alex had made for me, and Eli ate a veggie and pulled pork sub sandwich he had hidden in a cooler in the bow. I thought he was sneaky to keep the sandwich for himself. He thought I was stupid for eating the “crap food” his brother packed for me. And we got Cokes all around.

You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a white werewolf drinking Coke from a bowl and then having a sneezing fit when the carbonation got up his nose. The laugh did me good, even if it did make Brute mad. Fortunately, before he could decide to fight me over the offense, we got a text from Alex accusing us of sitting on our butts. Dang cell phones were nothing more than tracking devices. We went back to searching. And the day went back to getting shorter and shorter. We were running out of time.

* * *

An hour before dusk, I said, “Let’s check back at the house that they used. The one we were at before Pea sent us off after the wolves. Maybe they circled back to it, thinking we wouldn’t.”

Eli didn’t reply, but moments later we were heading back along Lake Boudreaux and into the canals.

* * *

We raced by the house once, as if we were fishermen on the way elsewhere, studying the grounds. By daylight it was bigger than I had thought, with a long, two-story screened porch starting on ground level and the rest of the house up on stilts to protect it from hurricane surge. It stank of werewolves and blood and pain, which made my face contort in what might have been considered by some to be a really ugly smile.

Brute gave a low chuff, a darkly gratified sound I’d heard during the fight with the werewolves in the night. It was the sound he made when he got to kill something that needed killing. My eyes met the wolf’s icy ones and something exchanged between us. We might not like each other, but we understood each other. We were both killers of a sort. And I absolutely did not like that about myself.

Eli pulled the airboat to a halt far downwind, and turned off the engine. “Tromp back and attack by stealth or race back and execute a Normandy?” he asked. When I looked confused, he said, “The One Sixteenth hit the beach by daylight. World War Two.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Yeah. I remember my history lesson. They died like flies.”

“Beach the boat for a frontal attack, versus time and energy to muck it back overland, time when they might heal and be stronger.” He looked up at the sky and the sun that was already below the tree line. It would be dark soon. The moment the moon rose, they’d be stronger, healing the damage the silver bullets had caused, and helping to extrude the bullets. Always assuming they were still alive, of course.

Brute chuffed and stared back down the canal. An immediate beach landing was his vote. But I tilted my head, thinking about the low ground, the house’s floor plan, and even the foliage I’d seen as we raced by. “How about we point the airboat at the beach, but we all jump off before we get there? The boat makes a lot of noise from the beach side, gets their attention, draws them toward the water, and we take them from the rear.”

Brute yipped and grinned, his tongue hanging out to one side.

“Could work,” Eli said, turning my suggestion over in his mind.

Half joking, half provoking, I added to the wolf, “Keep out of the line of fire, dog-face. No one here likes you well enough to cut silver out of your hide.”

Brute narrowed his eyes at me, as if telling me that payback would be painful. But there was something different in his gaze this time. To call it friendlier was an overstatement, but maybe less animosity after the fights in the swamp and a day in a roaring airboat.

“Enough,” Eli said. “Jane, you drive. Angle in close to shore on the first pass. When you swerve to angle back out, the wolf and I’ll jump. Brute will head for the far side of the house; I’ll be in the trees for a clear shot. Take the boat down the canal a ways and then head back at speed for the Normandy. Make sure we get at least three minutes to get in place before you hit the beach.”

“Maybe I was stunned and not hearing right. Do I remember you telling me not to take so many chances? To be more careful?”

“If they’re in wolf form, you’ll have the advantage. They’ll have to charge you across open ground, giving Brute plenty of time to hamstring them, and you and me plenty of time to fill them full of silver. And the shooting angles should keep us out of the line of fire.”

“And,” I said, “if they’re in human form, all bets are off. They’ll shoot me, then Brute, then hunt you down and shoot you. This is Louisiana in the middle of nowhere with werewolves who hunt and take down humans like it’s a game. And eat them for supper, by moonlight. They’ll have guns.”

“Yeah.” Eli grinned, showing teeth. “That’s the most important part of the plan. Don’t get shot.” I didn’t roll my eyes, but it was a near thing. He turned on the airboat, put me in the driver’s seat, and gave me a quick tutorial. Once I was satisfied, I made sure my weapons were easy to hand and gunned it down the canal. I’d be glad if I never heard the sound again.

* * *

Eli’s plan would have worked except the wolves were on the beach when I roared up. They were in wolf form, waiting for the moon to rise. Or maybe they had smelled me as I roared past and decided to meet me head-on. Whatever.

It was too late to abort. I had still-shot visions of what might/could/would happen, no matter what decision I made. In half a second I saw what would happen if I tried to whirl the airboat back into the canal. The big wolf would jump on board and eat me. In the next half second, I saw what would happen if I raced along the water and tried to draw them after me. The big wolf would jump on board and eat me. In the final half second, I saw what would happen if I rammed the shore, hoping to break a few legs—hopefully not my own. And that seemed like my best shot. I yanked my seat belt tighter, braced my booted feel on the bench seat in front of me, and rammed the accelerator forward.

I’m pretty sure I was screaming the whole way.

The airboat hit the shore at full speed. I remembered to let off the acceleration only after I hit land. The boat dragged-slowed-stalled. Going from fast to a slewing, out-of-control crawl. The seat belt caught my weight and momentum, trying to cut me in two. My feet slid and flew forward. I reached to catch myself on the seat in front, and bumped wrong. My blade sailed out of my hand. And the dire werewolf leaped. I had another still-shot moment of his massive body, stretched out in the air. Fangs white and fierce.

He landed on me. It was like being hit by a . . . by a four-hundred-pound werewolf. But the boat and I were still in motion. His weight skewed the boat up on its side, around, and back into the water. His claws scrabbled into my hair and scalp, drawing blood. Across my side, abdomen, and hip. Digging deep. The boat kept tilting. Except for the seat belt, I’d have been over and into the water, held down by a monster. Instead the boat rolled over, into the shallow water.

The prop cage went deeper, the still-moving prop showering us hard with tiny, cutting water droplets. The engine whined and stopped. We rolled upside down, into the mud, and began to sink. The only thing holding us out of the water was the seat belt and the quickly sinking cage.

The wolf released his body-hugging embrace and fell into the water at an angle, his mouth an inch from my face. Snarling, snapping. His body was twisted and pinned by the seat back in front of me. I struggled to both pull a nine-mil and get the seat belt lose at the same time. Neither was working, with my body prisoned by the coiled safety straps.

I yanked a boot free and kicked the wolf’s jaw. His head whipped back. The boat sank farther, pulling his body under the surface of the water. Only his teeth and nostrils showed. My head was closer to the high end of the angled boat, but it was only seconds before I’d go under too.

I stopped trying to get the gun free and used that hand and my feet to lift my weight off the seat belt. The narrow strap finally popped free. I caught my body on the seat bracing and pushed off into the water. The wolf’s head vanished under the surface in the same heartbeat. Bubbles came up from the muddy canal. “Yeah,” I huffed for breath as I swam, my weapons weighing me down into the mud. “Drown,” I said to him. “Please.”

The mud was sticky and deeper than my arms, and the canal seemed to have no actual bottom, just mud and mud and more mud, and things were buried in it that I didn’t want to touch but had no choice as I crawled toward shore.

As I crawled I heard growling and snarling and I saw Brute and two other werewolves fighting, the bitch and a small black male. The bitch had Brute by the ear and jaw, and he slung her hard, slamming her against a dock pillar while the black werewolf attacked Brute’s hindquarters, trying to hamstring him. The bitch held on, though I smelled blood.

Eli, his rifle to his shoulder, moved at a crouch from the low trees, watching for a shot, watching the house, and keeping an eye out for more wolves. I was still kneeling in about six inches of water when the three snarling, growling wolves rolled toward me in a mass of snapping teeth, claws, blood, and fur.

I pulled the nine-mil and took two shots into the black wolf’s side. He squealed and broke free, rolling from the fight, making an awful arrarrarr sound of doggy pain and surprise.

I aimed at the bitch. Eli raced into the line of fire, shouting my name. Just as something snared my boot and hauled me back into the water. And under.

The dire wolf had my ankle in his jaws and was backing through the mud. His coat and eyes were the color of the muddy water, and all I could see was his teeth. And my combat boot in his jaws. My heart hit like a jackhammer.

I don’t have nightmares of drowning. Or suffocation. Until he yanked me hard and my head went under. The mud and water was a thick, slimy consistency and if I gave in and took a breath, I’d be full of mud. And I’d die.

I could shift, but Beast would be underwater too. And would die.

The wolf pulled me deeper, placed a paw on my belly, pushing me down.

I fought. Struggling to get away.

I needed to breathe. I needed to breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathebreathebreathe. There was no air. The water was deep and dark and sluggish. I had mud in my eyes and ears, and my butt was buried in it, dragging a trail deeper. There was no light. Werewolf claws pierced my belly.

Give in. Stop fighting, Beast thought at me. Pull body to paws and fire.

It was not an intuitive action. And I had no idea if the gun would work in muddy water. But I did it. I stopped fighting to get away and drew my body tight, crunching down toward my feet. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him. I shoved the muzzle of the nine-millimeter semiautomatic into the first hard thing I found that wasn’t me. And fired. The wolf let go.

It was too dark to see and I wasn’t sure which way was up or sideways, disoriented by the cloying mud. Once again I had to let go and stop fighting. Hardest thing in the world. Hardest thing ever. Harder than fighting. Harder than dying. To not move and not breathe. Panic clutched at me with suffocating fingers.

But I let my body relax. And I started to float. I was ready to breathe mud long before my butt broke the surface. I was facing bottom and had to writhe upright. The breath I sucked in then was part slime, part air, and part water. It was glorious. I coughed, sputtered, coughed some more. Spat mud that left a grainy coarse film in my mouth and nostrils. My teeth ground on it like fine sandpaper. And it tasted like rotten leaves and clay and dead fish. I wiped my eyes, blinking against the filth that coated them and scraped my corneas.

Eli was standing ankle-deep in mud onshore and he tossed me a rope. Mr. Prepared.

I wrapped it around my left wrist, because I was still holding the nine-mil in the right, and I let him haul me ashore, which mostly meant him dragging me through a trough of mud until I was far enough on what passed for dry land to crawl out of the watery furrow and struggle to my knees. Again. Eli started laughing, and I looked down at myself in the dusky light. In the sunset and moonrise, I was covered in a slick, slimy layer of dark brown mud. I coughed and sputtered some more.

Brute trotted up, laughing at me, tongue lolling. Behind him lay two dead wolves, one reddish and one black. They had died in wolf form and showed no signs of morphing back to human, which was a good way to keep Eli out of jail for murder and Brute off an animal control officer’s death list.

I made it to my feet, Eli not offering a hand up, holding on to his rifle, which was a good thing.

I was standing in six inches of mud and water, trying to find my balance, when the werewolf lunged out of the canal straight at me. Eli screamed, “Down!” bringing his weapon up toward me. I dropped, rolled, and brought up my handgun. Eli fired. I fired. My weapon didn’t. Misfire. The werewolf was directly over me. Jaws reaching.

Brute collided with him. Midair. I heard the thud of bodies over the gun blast. They fell, jaws locked around each other. And landed with me in the middle. Paws shoved me down, deep into the mud. Claws slicing me, them dancing on hind legs. One paw landed on my solar plexus and the last of my air ooffed out.

The water was a frothy, muddy mess all around me. I rolled, pushing deeper into the slick slime. Pushed away from the fighting weres. I came up within arm’s reach of the combatants. My lungs full of mud. I threw up muddy water. Breathing between each retch with a frantic, rubbery, tearing sound. I tasted blood, gagged, and vomited again.

Eli held his weapon, ready to fire, the night-vision scope doing nothing to help him differentiate the two mud-covered werewolves. I caught my breath, staying low to the surface of the water, and crawled through the canal, back to shore, again, still, miraculously, holding my useless, mud-caked weapon. I fell, gasping, on the beach. The roar of the wolves made my eardrums shudder.

They fought in hip-deep mud and water, two enormous wolves. Wrestling like grizzlies, biting, fangs raking, claws trying to keep purchase on wet fur, jostling in the water with supernatural speed as the sun set behind them. I smelled wolf blood and heard their harsh breathing, like broken bellows. I was shivering, hard shudders bashing through me. It was still winter. And I’d been in the winter-cold water too long. And I’d nearly drowned in mud. Twice. My body was reacting to the stress with a case of shock.

The werewolves fought onto shore, Eli backing slowly, not daring to take a shot, unable to tell the two wolves apart. Then one broke away. Rushing toward me. Jaws wide. Eli fired, the concussion echoing across the still water. The wolf stumbled. And Brute landed on top of him. Sinking his fangs deep into the back of other wolf’s neck. With a wrenching motion, he snapped the enemy wolf’s spine with a crack that rebounded across the black water.

Together, the wolves fell, slowly, to the beach. Brute didn’t let go, but worried the wolf’s spine, tugging, tearing, until there was no way that even the accelerated healing of a were could recuperate from the damage. Eli came closer, moving with the careful step and determined stance of the warrior. He placed his weapon against the skull of the dire wolf and said, “Now.”

Brute leaped back.

Eli fired. And fired. And fired.

When there was nothing but pulp left of the dire werewolf’s head, he stepped back. The wolf’s blood flowed into the canal water. Brute lifted his snout and howled, long and lonely. Again and again. No one answered. No wolf replied.

* * *

But across the canal I saw a silhouette framed in the sunset, the bloody, setting sun on one side of him, the bloody, rising moon on the other. It was another werewolf. Silent. Controlled. Watching. He met my eyes across the water, letting me see him, letting me know him. It was the lone wolf, sitting in the shadows of the trees, downwind, absolutely still. Beside him was a dog I recognized, her gaze as intense as the wolf’s. I thought about telling Eli, about getting him to shoot the wolf. But . . . the wolf wasn’t a threat. I knew that. He was a lone wolf, watching, living among humans in perfect harmony and control. I lifted a hand to acknowledge the gaze, and his place in the swamps. He dipped his head to me and turned slowly, trotting into the quickly falling night, PP at his side.

Half an hour later, I heard the whine of the airplane engine, and the coughing-thump as the propeller turned over. Moments later, from a mile away, a plane skimmed over the trees, rising into the air, flying beneath a bloody moon. I had no idea how he had masked his scent, but I figured Sarge was a wily old wolf and knew a trick or two.

* * *

It took the equivalent of a fire hose to clean us both off, Brute and me. The mud was caked to us, thick and dry, by the time we got to the hotel, and colder than a winter death, even huddled together in the floor of the pilfered wolves’ airboat. Which we stole with impunity. But finally Brute was white in the moonlight and I was . . . at least clean, though shivering so hard I couldn’t talk, even with Beast heating my blood. I managed to climb to my room and stand, fully clothed, under the scalding shower until I was warm again.

It was only then, as the memories of the battle recurred again and again, that I realized that Brute had saved my life. If the werewolf had landed on me, in his leaping attack, jaws open, he’d have caught my throat in his fangs and ripped my head off.

I owed the werewolf my life.

“Well, c-c-c-c-c-crap,” I said to the shower walls.

* * *

I was asleep beneath a mound of covers when I heard my door open. “Don’t shoot. It’s me,” Rick said, his voice a croak. He sounded worn to the bone, and when he crawled into the bed beside me, he was feverish hot, barely strong enough pull the covers over himself after he fell against me. Pea scampered between us, nestling into the angle of hip and thigh.

“Your virtue is safe,” Rick murmured, “this time. I honestly just want to . . . cuddle.”

He crawled in beside me and fell asleep against my shoulder. I curled my body around him, breathing in his cat-scent, absorbing the heat of his cat. Together, we three fell asleep.

Note from Faith: I hope you liked Beneath a Bloody Moon.

I fell in love with the gulf years ago, and have wondered for years about the canals. For research on this subject, I talked with John Jensen, and was given privy to some of his groundbreaking research on the area. If you are interested, take a look at his forthcoming books, to be released from this site: www.EarthEpochs.com

The first of five books in the Earth Epochs series is Ancient Canal Builders of North America—Florida and Louisiana Harbors and Canals.

The second Earth Epochs ebook out in about November is Ancient Canal Builders of North America—New York Harbors and the Ancient Inland Waterway.

The third book is the disaster mechanism, cause and effect, due out in April next year: Earth Epochs—The Last Great Cataclysm—7,000 Years Ago.

Faith Hunter is the USA Today bestselling author of the Jane Yellowrock Novels, as well as the Rogue Mage novels. A native of Louisiana, she spent her early years on the bayous and rivers, learning survival skills and the womanly arts. She liked horses, dogs, fishing and crabbing much better than girly skills. She still does. In grade school, she fell in love with fantasy and science fiction, reading five books a week and wishing she could “write that great stuff.” Faith now shares her life with her Renaissance Man and their dogs.

Carol Malcolm serves as the director of the Urban Fantasy track at Dragon Con, after having moderated panels there for five years on the Dark Fantasy/Horror track. Other moderating credits include Fandom Fest, Coastal Magic (formerly Olde City, New Blood), and AnachroCon, and for the last three years has been one of the organizers for a small literary festival in the town where she lives. A book reviewer and editor at Bitten by Books since 2008, Carol reads extensively in the urban fantasy genre, and also writes a column on genre television. When not reading, writing reviews, or working at conventions, Carol spends as much time as possible with her husband, children, and three amazing grandsons.

Content

The Jane Yellowrock World Companion
Faith Hunter with Carol Malcolm

A letter from Faith Hunter and Carol Malcolm

JANE YELLOWROCK COMPANION GUIDE GLOSSARY LIST

The World According to Jane:

A Partial Listing of Jane’s Weapons

Clan Pellissier, Blood Family Historical Chart

The World According to Beast

JY Companion Guide Major Character List

First Sight By Faith Hunter

Dance Master by Faith Hunter

Chronology of Books and Stories

Jane Yellowrock Companion Guide Timeline

Beneath a Bloody Moon A Jane Yellowrock Novella By Faith Hunter