For two seconds, Kat thought about following him. But if she didn't drive the car away, the deputies would wonder why it was still there and perhaps begin a search. They couldn't afford that, not right now, and not when the zombies and God knows what else might still be in the area.
She took a deep breath that did little to ease the ache of desire, and climbed into the car. Her grandmother was asleep when she entered the cabin. Kat headed into the bathroom and cleaned up the cuts on her face and leg, then made two cups of coffee and carried them into the bedroom. Gwen stirred as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"You're back," she said, yawning as she sat up. "Did you find anything?"
"A necklace belonging to Janie, and another soul sucker victim." She handed her grandmother the coffee, then leaned against the wall. "This one was an old man, though."
Gwen frowned. "New or old death?"
"Newish. He's been dead for about a week."
"So the mara is still taking its victims in a traditional manner. Wonder what it needs the kids for, then?"
Kat rubbed her arms. "I have a bad feeling that we don't want to know the answer to that."
"Me, too." Gwen's frown deepened. "I'll have to call Seline and see if she's discovered anything on rituals that need specific emotions for completion. Where's that wolf of yours?"
"He ran off to follow a scent." And she hoped he was careful. Those zombies were still out there, as was the soul sucker. And he didn't stand a chance against them — not when he didn't believe he had to kill rather than arrest.
"Damn fool. Hope he has more sense than to charge in if he finds anything."
"He's a cop. He knows better than that."
Gwen snorted. "He's also a werewolf in the midst of moon heat, and sense is not playing a major role in his thought processes at the moment."
"You want me to go look for him?"
Gwen hesitated. "No. You need to head over to this restaurant." She grabbed a slip of paper from the dressing table and handed it to Kat. "That other werewolf is going trolling for victims tonight. You've got to stop him."
She glanced at the address, noting the restaurant was the one Ethan and she had stopped at yesterday. "We haven't any silver bullets."
"The silver daggers will work just as well." Gwen hesitated. "But be careful. This wolf is one of the bitten, and they're usually mean. Try to question him if you can. Then lure him away from the restaurant and get rid of him fast, or you could be in trouble."
She nodded and tried to ignore the fear of what might happen. Finishing her coffee, she rose. "I'll mix up some truth herbs and see if I can slip them into his drink."
Gwen nodded. "Just don't push too hard, even if you do get them into him. If you make him suspicious, you'll be in danger."
She'd be in danger anyway, and they both knew it. "What about Ethan?"
"The moon fever has him feeling a might territorial, and that could prove disastrous in this situation."
Because he'd attack rather than question. And as much as this werewolf deserved to die, they needed the answers he might provide. "So what are you going to tell him?"
"That what you do on your own free time is none of his damn business."
She gave her grandmother a long look. "What possible good is telling him that going to do?"
"Nothing at all. I just want to see his reaction."
"You're a bad woman, you know that?"
"And enjoying every moment of it." Gwen grinned, but there was a seriousness in her green eyes as she said, "He needs to be shaken, Kat. Or this could end very badly."
"This case, or him and me?"
"Both."
She had a feeling it would end badly between Ethan and her no matter how much stirring her grandmother did. His actions made it all too clear he really only wanted sex from her. Which was a damn shame, because there were definitely signs that there could be a whole lot more.