attack. If someone ever attacked this one, he'd kill them. If he went around killing people in the open like that, he'd be in jail or dead."
"All right," Leslie said. "We'll see what we can do with that. Run it by our profilers and see if they agree."
THE CONDO WASN'T home, but it felt welcoming all the same. Charles pulled some steaks out of the fridge and cut them up in bite-sized chunks. One of them he set down on the floor for Anna and the other he ate standing up. His human teeth weren't really sharp enough for the raw meat, but he persevered and was rewarded as the aches and pains gradually settled down as the energy from the food entered his system.
He watched his mate eat with a satisfaction that had never faded since he'd met her, half-starved and wild-eyed. Brother Wolf never forgot how thin she had been, and he would get pushy if he thought Anna wasn't eating enough.
When she was finished eating, she changed back to human.
It always made Charles restless when she changed, seeing her hurting and knowing that there was nothing he could do to help. He paced back and forth a couple of times, then sat down and turned on the TV, idly flipping through channels until Anna, human again, took the controller out of his hand and turned the TV off.
"Bed," she said. "Or you're going to be married to a zombie."
He'd intended to talk with her, he remembered, to tell her about his ghosts. But neither of them was in shape for talk.
Charles looked at her and said in his most serious voice, "I don't think werewolves can become zombies."
"Trust me," she said in a passable zombie voice. "Another ten minutes and I will eat your brains."
He pulled her down onto his lap. "I think I'll chance it."
She sighed as if annoyed, though his nose told him she liked being in his embrace. "So, can you do this without an audience? Is that what's been bothering you these past few months? All I needed to do was invite the pack into our bedroom? You should have told me."
He laughed. She made him laugh. "I don't know. Let's find out."
A RATHER LONG while later, Anna stretched and then flopped comfortably next to him. "Urr, brains," she said.
"Go to sleep," Charles growled, pulling her closer.
"I warned you," she said. "You didn't let me sleep." She yawned widely and said regretfully, "And now I have no choice but to eat your brains."
"Obviously," he said. "You need more exercise before you go to sleep." He rolled onto his back. "I suppose I'll just have to be a good mate and help you with that."
She crawled on top of him, naked and warm and soft, smelling like a miracle that had saved him from a lifetime of aloneness.
"I wouldn't want you to strain anything," Anna told him. "Why don't you just lie back and think of England."
His mouth caught the nearest of her body parts - the soft inside of her elbow - and gave it a light nip. "England is the furthest thing from my mind."
She settled down on top of him, taking him inside her, and he quit talking altogether. Her eyes were blue, her wolf's eyes, when she came for him for the second time that night.
Flushed and joyous, Anna bent down and nipped his ear. "No audience necessary, I see."
"Move," Charles told her.
She laughed again, her eyes still moonlit azure - but she moved.
THEY SLEPT IN.
Charles woke up first and watched her face in the late-morning light. It was peaceful and pleased Brother Wolf even though the moon was waxing nearly full and the urge to hunt always ran strong in his bones at that time. Contentment was still something new for Charles, something he'd never experienced in all his long life before he'd met Anna.
"I've been thinking about the killers," Anna said without opening her eyes. "Three people is a pack."
Charles waited for her to continue.
She sat up with a snap. In a voice filled with hushed excitement she said, "The fae - he's the soldier, the bottom of the pecking order. Doing as he's told, when he's told to do it. The old guy, he's the one who started this. He's the Alpha."
"Mmm," Charles said, when it appeared she needed his agreement. The hunting moon might not be stirring Brother Wolf, as long as he had Anna in his bed, but apparently Anna was feeling it pretty strongly.