content so it would hurt and not just hold. Whoever had done this to him knew ahead of time they'd be getting a lycanthrope. They were prepared. Which raised some very interesting questions.
Stephen said Gabriel had been pimping the wereleopards out. I understood why people would want something as exotic as a wereleopard. I knew that sadomasochism existed. Shapeshifters could take a hell of a lot of damage. So the combination even made a certain sense. But this was beyond sex games. I'd never heard of anything this brutal outside of a serial-killer case.
I couldn't leave them alone, unprotected. Even without the threat of sexual murderers, there was still the wereleopards. Zane might have cried and kissed my feet, but there were others. If they had no pack structure, no alpha, they had no one to tell them to leave Nathaniel alone. Without a leader it might be a matter of having to back down or kill each of them individually. Not a pleasant thought. Real leopards don't sweat who's in charge much. They don't have pack structures, but shapeshifters aren't animals, they're people. Which meant no matter how solitary and uncomplicated the animal form, the people half will find a way to screw things up. If Gabriel had hand-picked his people, I couldn't trust that they wouldn't come and try for Nathaniel again. Gabriel had been one sick kitty, and Zane hadn't impressed me much either. Who you gonna call for reinforcements? The local werewolf pack, of course. Stephen was a member of their pack. They owed him protection.
There was a knock on the door. I took the Browning out and held it on my lap underneath the magazine I'd been reading. I'd managed to find a three-month-old copy of National Wildlife, with an article on Kodiak bears. The magazine hid the gun nicely.
"Who is it?"
"It's Irving."
"Come in." I left the gun out, just in case somebody would try to push in behind him. Irving Griswold was a werewolf and a reporter. For a reporter he was a good guy, but he wasn't as careful as I was. When I saw he was alone, then I would put the gun up.
Irving pushed the door open, smiling. His frizzy brown hair encircled his head like a brown halo with the bald spot gleaming in the middle. Glasses perched on a small nose. He was short and gave the impression of being round without being fat. He looked like anything but a big bad wolf. He didn't even look much like a reporter, which was one of the things that made him such a great interviewer but would probably always keep him from being on-camera material. He worked for the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, and had interviewed me many times.
He closed the door behind him.
I put up the gun.
His eyes widened. He spoke low, but not in a whisper. "How's Stephen?"
"How did you get in here? There's supposed to be a cop on the door."
"Gee, Blake, I'm glad to see you too."
"Don't mess with me, Irving. There's supposed to be a guard out there."
"He's talking to a very pretty nurse at the desk."
"Dammit." I was not a real cop, so I couldn't go around yelling at them, but it was tempting. There was a law floating around Washington that might give vampire hunters federal badges soon. Sometimes I thought it was a bad idea. Sometimes, I didn't.
"Talk to me fast before I get kicked out. How is Stephen?"
I told him. "You don't care about Nathaniel?"
He looked uncomfortable. "You know that Sylvie is de factopack leader while Richard is out of town working on his master's degree, right?"
I sighed. "No, I didn't know."
"I know you're not talking to Richard since you broke up, but I'd think someone else would have mentioned it."
"All the other wolves creep around me like there's been a death. No one talks about Richard to me, Irving. I thought he'd forbidden them to talk to me."
"Not to my knowledge."
"I'm surprised you didn't come in here asking for a story."
"I can't do this story, Anita. It's too close to home."
"Because you know Stephen?"
"Because everyone involved is a shapeshifter and I'm just a mild-mannered reporter."
"You really think you'd lose your job if they found out?"
"Job, hell. What would my mother say?"
I smiled. "So you can't play bodyguard."
He frowned. "You know, I hadn't thought about that. When one of the pack got hurt in public where it couldn't be hidden, Raina always used to ride to the rescue. With her dead, I