Hunter s Moon - By Lori Handeland Page 0,22

the blood had shone crimson beneath electric lights. The bodies had been human.

Here the blood had dried to brown beneath the morning sun. Nothing to be afraid of. No similarity at all.

No reason to hyperventilate.

"Leigh?"

"I shot them. That's all."

"Then what happened?"

I forced myself to look at the clearing again. The sight bothered me less and less. I could admire the pure fury and amazing strength it must have taken to do such a thing. I'd often wished I could kill them more than once. Someone, or rather something, had.

I inched closer. My foot squished in the blood-drenched grass. I grimaced. It was going to be a little hard to make a bonfire out of this mess, but I'd manage.

I continued around the circle, observing, cataloging, for all the good it did me. I knew there'd been nine dead wolves. But now it didn't appear as if there was enough left to make one.

"What happened last night?"

Jessie continued to speak softly. I understood the need. The clearing was a haunted place. Something wasn't right. I could feel it, and she could, too.

Quickly I told her about the hunt, leaving out the reason I'd been driven to kill, leaving out my mocking shouts and kamikaze behavior. Some things were on a need-to-know basis, and she didn't need to know.

However, when I got to the part about the brown wolf, she interrupted me. "Are you sure he was a werewolf?"

"Of course. Why?"

"I just wondered how real wolves react to werewolves."

"They don't like them."

"Enough to do this?" She jerked a thumb at the mess.

I frowned. "No. Real wolves usually turn tail and run. They sense werewolves aren't like them; they're other. Wolves are a lot of things, but dumb isn't one of them."

"Do you think the brown werewolf did this?"

I considered the idea. That the werewolf had killed another was strange enough. I found it hard to believe he would go berserk and eat nine of his own kind, but anything was possible. This was, after all, a werewolf.

"He could have."

"Why didn't you kill him?" Jessie asked.

I'd been asking myself that since last night. I only had one excuse, and in the light of day, in the light of what we'd found in the clearing, it didn't sound very convincing, but I told her anyway.

"Your boyfriend said maybe they want us to kill them."

"You couldn't remember that before you played out your Terminator fantasy?"

I shrugged. "Oops."

Jessie snorted. I think she was starting to like me.

It took us the better part of the afternoon to erase the evidence of whatever had happened in the clearing.

The J-S accelerant got the fire going despite the mushy nature of the ground. Jessie and I made sure no sparks ignited the surrounding dry grass or lush trees.

As we waited for the last of the embers to die, Jessie spoke. "He ate them."

Since she was stating the obvious, I didn't bother to answer.

"This is too weird for me," she continued, "and when werewolves start acting weird - "

"Werewolves are weird by definition."

"True. But they have their behavior patterns, same as real wolves. They might be human on one side of the moon, but on the other they're animals, and animals that behave unpredictably mean trouble."

She'd get no argument from me.

"We need to talk to Will."

"Maybe you do, but I think I can manage a few more hours without him."

"Funnier and funnier," she muttered as she headed back toward the bar.

There were already cars in the parking lot when we emerged from the forest. "A regular gold mine," I observed. "What's the attraction?"

"Can't say."

"And you thought this would be a good place for me to stay why?"

Jessie shrugged. "You hunt at night, so the noise won't bother you. It's quiet during the day, when you sleep, and so busy, no one's going to notice you coming and going. If they do, they'll be too drunk to care. Or at least drunk enough to easily convince they didn't see anything at all."

Though I hated to admit it, she'd chosen well.

As we got in her car, Cowboy got out of his, a huge Cadillac that appeared too big for his body. But then what wouldn't? He limped toward the door.

I hadn't noticed a limp last night. Maybe his boots were too tight.

"Who's that?" Jessie asked.

"Cowboy."

"So that's Cowboy." She watched him until he disappeared inside. "He's on my watch list."

1 blinked. "Of werewolves?"

"Troublemakers. I have to at least pretend to perform the job I was hired for."

She started the car and performed a