Kitty Rocks the House - By Carrie Vaughn Page 0,72
mess—safely back to her apartment and had just arrived back at the condo when I got a call from Shaun. The sky was growing pale, the murky gray of predawn, when I couldn’t tell if the day was going to be overcast, sunny, bright, or dim. My mind felt equally muzzy, as if I couldn’t see my next step clearly. What day was it again?
We waited in the car for Shaun to explain. “We tracked down Darren. He’s asleep. His wolf bedded down in a park in Golden.” Then he wasn’t planning on leaving town. If he had been, he’d have just kept running, or stayed in the hills and circled back to his car. “Can you show me where he is?”
“Yeah. You sure that’s such a great idea?”
“He’s sticking around because he wants to talk.”
“Or he’s sticking around because he wants another shot at you.”
Also a possibility, I had to admit. “We’ll find out, I suppose.”
“All right, then.” He gave me a spot to meet him at and hung up.
I looked at Ben.
“I think it’s a bad idea,” he said.
“He’s still a strange wolf in our territory. If we let him alone he’ll think he’s getting away with something.”
Ben couldn’t argue with that. He started up the car, and we headed back out.
By the time we reached the park and found Shaun, the sun tipped over the horizon. The day was going to be clear and warm. Following Darren’s wolf, Shaun had come all this way on foot, and he was exhausted. Werewolves were stronger, could run faster and farther, even in human form. But he’d really gone above and beyond. He’d sent Wes and Tom back to the den to sleep off their wolves and bring the car back.
“Get in the backseat,” I told him, nodding at the car. “Get some sleep.”
“You going to be okay?”
As if he’d be any good in a fight after the night he’d had. “I don’t think he’ll try anything. Not after last night.”
He didn’t need any further convincing. I owed him a steak dinner after all this.
This close, I could track Darren’s scent myself. He’d found a stand of trees in a gully, safe and hidden. As an afterthought, I grabbed a blanket from the trunk of the car.
“You want to hang back some?” I asked Ben.
“What, insult him by showing him you don’t think he’s a threat?”
“Proving a point,” I said, lip curling.
Ben slowed his pace, letting me move ahead alone.
I found Darren sprawled under a low-hanging pine branch. Naked, he lay with his arms and legs bent, clenched, fingers digging into the ground like claws, as if he had collapsed where he stood instead of settling. Even in sleep, his brow was creased, worried. I could almost be sympathetic. Sitting upwind, a dozen feet away, I waited for him to catch my scent.
Didn’t take long. His eyes opened, focused on me. Then he froze, waiting. Probably wondering which way to jump. I’d cornered him, and that felt pretty good.
When I didn’t move, he took a moment to glance around, his nose working to catch smells, to see who else was stalking him. He had to smell Ben, but I was the only one in sight, and his gaze turned back to me.
I smiled nicely. “Good morning.” He didn’t answer, but I didn’t expect him to. “I’m just here to point out that I could have killed you, and I didn’t.”
“Don’t do me any favors,” he said. His voice scratched, a symptom of a night of growling and running.
“I’m all about favors,” I said. “It’s how I get things done. So, I didn’t kill you. Now what I’d like you to do for me is to leave Denver. You can go back and get your car, and I’ll give you a couple of days to get your things together.”
He pushed himself up to sitting, broad shoulders flexing. Guy was pretty ripped. But I focused on his eyes. He was glaring back, not showing an inch of submission.
“I came here to help,” he said.
“Maybe you should have asked first,” I said. My own fatigue was catching up with me. I wanted to walk away, get naked myself and curl up with my mate. Sleep for a week. “Look, Darren, I’m not going to turn down help because you’re right, we need all the help we can get against Roman. But not like this. We need allies. Go back to Nasser and be an ally.” I handed him the blanket.