He tapped the trigger of the Mateba and, aiming while he ran, he fired wide with purpose in mind, intentionally missing and using his silver bullets to herd the wolf. If he fired right, it turned left. He was careful, making each bullet count and ensuring he had one left for the kill.
One of Jaces shots ricocheted off the ground near the werewolfs feet. It jumped with a loud yelp and bounded into an alleyway. But he was prepared; he knew these back streets. He sprinted after the wolf. A smirk spread across his face as the monster ran into a dead end. It spun toward him and growled.
Right hand bracing his gun, he reached with his left and removed his silver dagger. When the wolfs golden eyes locked on the weapons, it backed into a corner, and Jace swore he heard it whimper before its growling continued. Stalking like a predator, he moved forward, ready to thrust the blade into the monsters heart. All his muscles tensed as he prepared for the animal to lunge at him. His whole body longed for a fight.
And damned if he wouldnt give this rapist mongrel the fight of its life.
CHAPTER TWO
FROM THE MOMENT he pulled his gun, Frankie Amato knew what he was. A hunter. Shed stumbled onto a hunter. She stared down the barrel of his gun with fear and adrenaline pumping through her veins. A large lump crawled into her throat.
The rumors are true.
What had she gotten herself into? Theyd murdered her kind for centuries, but as civilization progressed, their numbers had dwindled to near extinction, or so shed thought. Shit. She hadnt expected this. A hunter in Rochesteron her turf. How could she have been so oblivious?
In the past few months, several lone wolves whod refused to join her pack had been murdered. As Alpha of the Rochester Pack, it was her job to protect her people and keep them out of harms way. But the protection she guaranteed didnt extend to the rogue wolves, and shed given no more than a fleeting thought to the rumors that theyd died at the hands of a hunter. Now the voices of gossip and the murmurs of trouble, which had spread like wildfire throughout her clan, smacked her in the face with a major reality check.
And son of a bitch, hed backed her into a dead end. Shed let down her guard, and the bastard had cornered her.
She bared her canines, growling from deep within her throat. The hunter strode closer. Shadows covered his face, and his gun pointed at her head. The silver dagger hed pulled from his coat flashed in the moonlight. Her heart pounded in fear, knowing the fate she would be subjected to if she didnt fight fast.
Frankies tail hit the wall; she hadnt realized shed backed away in the first place. The hunter maintained the upper ground, holding the fighting advantage. Even if she lunged for him, his dagger would pierce right through her chest. Anger and rage filled her, and she snarled, dying to rip his throat out. But her sense of logic prevailed. She would shift into human form, wait until the right moment, when he thought she was weak, then speed-shifther specialtyback into a wolf.
A shiver ran down her spine as her limbs and muscles contorted. Pleading wasnt her style, but it was worth a chance. A loud howl escaped her lips, slowly transitioning into the cry of a woman as she shifted. She fell back against the brick wall behind her and slid to the ground, bare flesh scraping the pavement.
The hunter stepped closer. His gun barrel held steady. A streak of rage rushed through her. She hated herself for being such a moron. Why had she gone looking for the killer when she was off her game? Damn her sense of pride. Shed overestimated her ability.
On the average day, she could handle this, but now she was knee-deep in trouble and shit out of luck. Damn estrus always clouded her judgment. Hell, shed even warned her pack against doing anything stupid. And topping the list of stupid things to do, hunting a supernatural serial killer while in her Call ranked number one by far.
She scanned the alley. Sheer brick walls, a couple of Dumpsters too far away to offer protection, and nothing amongst the garbage she could use as a weapon. Nothing that would help her escape, and there was no way in hell she could dodge around him when she was cornered like this. Hed proven he was a good shot when he oh-so-successfully corralled her into a dead end.
She lifted her hands and held them up, palms out. She wasnt below milking the helpless-female card. Not if it saved her ass.
She lifted her hands and held them up, palms out. She wasnt below milking the helpless-female card. Not if it saved her ass.
Draw him in. Pretend youre weak. Then shift, finish him off and get the hell outta Dodge.
He hovered in the near shadows, a massive black silhouette, nothing visible but the width of his body and the gun still trained on her. Yeah, there was no missing that.
I dont know who you are, she said. But Im not your enemy.
A rough sound escaped him. Had he just scoffed at her?
Im serious, she insisted. Look at the evidence. That girl was mutilated and raped. She gestured to her own body. Im not covered in blood. Im weaponless, and I dont have the...uh...right equipment to do what was done to that poor girl.
Frankie held her breath as she waited for him to reply. The silence was deafening. Please let him care about her being innocent. Granted, hunters traditionally stuck to troublemaking rogues without a pack, but that didnt mean he would spare her. Hunters were reputed to be ruthless, and he might not take pity on her. She thought of the rogue several months ago whod been attacking random innocents just for the hell of it. Shed killed the son of a bitch personally. But even though her goal of controlling rogues aligned with his, shed seriously played her cards wrong by coming here tonight, even if it got her out of the damn mating ceremony.
Tonight, during her estrus, she was supposed to choose a male to mate with, confirming him as her destined mate. Something she did not want to do. Call her sentimental, but she didnt want an arranged mating, even though her mate had been chosen for her when she was a child. Since Alejandro was the strongest pack male and her closest friend, her parents had chosen him for her. Better Alejandro than any other pack member, she supposed, but either way, she didnt want this mating, even though it was required of her as packmaster. Being caught by a hunter would be one hell of an excuse for skipping the ceremony, not that her current situation was preferable.
Blood rushed to her head, pounded in her ears. She opened her mouth, not really sure what she was going to say.
He took a step closer, and his scent flooded her nose.
She sucked in a deep breath. Uh...look, you smell... His tantalizing scent washed over her. Man, he smelled delicious. You smell...normal. Theres no blood on you, so I know you didnt kill her. That means were on the same side. Were trying to catch the same monster.
He didnt speak or move. She waited several agonizing seconds.
Stay still, he finally muttered. Dont make any sudden moves. His deep voice washed over her, and the thought of him saying her name sent a wave of heat boiling under her skin.
Damn it all to hell. Her friggin estrus cycle was one of the few things she hated about being a werewolf. How the hell could she be thinking about him like that when she was staring down the barrel of his gun?
His huge, black boot broke into the pool of light. Her gaze traveled up his frame as the moonlight illuminated his face. She struggled to breathe. A simmering heat rushed down her spine and lodged itself between her legs. She was suddenly aware of how very naked she was as she stared up at the heavenly hunk before her.
His raw glare penetrated her. The color of lily pads, his eyes belonged to something vibrant, complex and daringand, if she didnt know better, something supernatural, not a human hunter. Strands of his chin-length, auburn hair fell into his face, accenting his sharp, masculine features. His overall demeanor screamed of danger and a rough life, but his face was flawless, perfecthe looked like a model dressed in a ragged assassins clothing. And his body...where did she begin?
He towered over her, well over six feet, and his physique matched his height in enormity. Muscles strained against the sleeves of his trench coat, and she bet that rock-hard abs were hidden underneath the coat. An image of her kneeling in front of him in submission settled in her mind. Whoa. Shed never wanted a man to take control of her. But as she lay on the ground, sprawled naked before his eyes, the vulnerability of her situation excited her, and the thought of him having his way with her sent a rush of wet heat between her legs.
He opened his mouth, and his voice was like a growl in his chest. Get up, he said, his tone gruff and angry. His gun remained still.
Frankie gaped, frozen in a mixture of desire, anger and fear.
That was an order, not a request, he barked.
She inhaled a slow breath, found her footing and rose to her feet. Her hands shook at her sides.
Whats your name?
For a moment she couldnt remember; his nearness muddled her mind. Her logical side reared its head, and her stomach churned. This man was a hunter. If she told him her name, he would know exactly who she was, and even though she wasnt a rogue, killing the Rochester packmaster might be too sweet a temptation for a hunter to resist. She swallowed the large lump in her throat and said the first name that came to her mind.
Francesca. My names Francesca. Her mothers name, from which her shortened version had originated. She prayed the half lie would save her. Whether now or later, if he found out who she really was, she was totally in for it.
Turn around.
She circled to her right and trembled harder. She imagined him taking her from behind and choked back a gasp.
Hands behind your back.
What? she asked without thinking.
You heard me, hands behind your back.
No way was she going quietly. No, let me go.
He scoffed. Not gonna happen. You can cooperate or I can make you.
He drew closer, and his warmth seeped over her bare skin. To hell with her traitorous body. She was going to rip him to shreds, so he couldnt get to her first. She would let him think she was going to cooperate, then catch him unaware. She shoved her shaking wrists behind her and concentrated on her breathing. She wasnt going down without a fight.