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noise.
    "Someone has broken into the NICU," Kade said as he and the nurse both began checking various machines. Kade picked up the receiver of a phone unit connected to the wall and spoke into it, shoving one finger into his other ear to block out the alarm.
    When he hung up, he issued a few terse commands to the nurse. I didn't understand what he was telling her to do, but I knew it couldn't be good. She hustled across the room to the door and began inputting a series of codes into the keypad by the lock.
    Kade's eyes blazed a violent shade of orange-gold as he turned to speak to me again. "And whoever it is, he's headed straight this direction."
     

Chapter 7
    The nurse and I each backed up so we stood directly in front of the new baby's incubator, one on each side. I didn't know what kind of shifter the nurse was, but she was growling deep in her throat, and sharp claws had popped out of her fingertips. I was glad to have her on our side.
    A hundred different thoughts ran through my mind, but they all came down to the single realization that all of this was directed against the lamia infant.
    The attack on Marta hadn't been coincidental.
    Someone— some shifter , I corrected myself silently—wanted the lamia infants destroyed before they were even born, and was willing to kill innocent, traumatized human mothers to do it.
    And they thought the lamias were monsters.
    A calm voice came over the loudspeaker, calling a "Code Silver" and a "Code Brown," and directing all patients, staff, and visitors to "shelter in place." I didn 't know what the color codes meant, but I knew a shifter hospital had to have something in place for shifter emergencies, and I was guessing this counted.
    Almost as soon as the announcement ended, someone, or something, began slamming against the locked door into the Contact Isolation NICU room. Kade reached to one side and grabbed what looked like a heavy piece of equipment, and for a moment, it looked as if he planned to use it to block the doorway. Then he frowned, shook his head, and moved it away, instead. "Too expensive," I heard him mutter.
    I was so busy watching him decide what to do, and so distracted by the shuddering of the door, that I was taken utterly by surprise when the ceiling panels above me collapsed and two animals dropped down, almost directly on top of me.
    I didn't even have time to be thankful for Eduardo's lessons, because I was too busy putting them into action. Before the creatures, both of them large and furry and growling, had time to land, I was already out from under them. The more strategic move would have been to get out into the open center of the room, where I would have space to maneuver. My instinct, though, was to protect the child, so I found myself shoving the incubator up against the back wall and flattening myself against it.
    The nurse didn't fare as well, at least not immediately—one of the creatures had managed to knock her to the ground, and she was alternately lashing out at it with her clawed hands and attempting to protect herself from its teeth and claws. I didn't have time to help her, though, as the other animal—a wolf, I could see now—had hit the floor on all four feet and gained its balance quickly, and was now circling to try to get around me.
    From his post in front of the single entrance into the room, Kade had time to spare one look for me before the door splintered around the lock in strips of some man-made material, and the wall around the doorframe broke into chunks. The entire door, frame and all, crashed inward under the weight of what looked like a Kodiak bear.
    Wolves and bears.
    Holy hell.
    Kade had told me that the werewolves were elitist assholes, but he hadn't mentioned anything about were-bears at all.
    But the bear wasn't my problem at the moment. The wolves were.
    I inhaled deeply once and concentrated on the feeling I'd had during practice with Eduardo when I shifted instantly, but focused on controlling the form of my