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the pulse beating frantically along his throat. “I was trying to help you, Jane. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, since the first moment I found you.”
    She stared at him as the truck’s engine idled. Heath. Her only real friend in this messed up world. “You’re the first thing I remember.” She’d been walking, lost, slipping and falling her way through the swamp. The sun had been rising. She’d been so weak that her whole body shuddered.
    I’ve got you.
    He’d been there. Wrapping a blanket around her skin.  Protecting her. Helping her 
    A doctor.  Out in the swamp on his afternoon off from work. Poor guy. He’d probably never expected to find someone like her.
    Someone who’d been starving. But not for food.
    Blood.
    He’d given her transfusion after transfusion in his small, isolated office.  He’d realized she was…different.
    Heath had protected her before she’d even realized that she needed protecting.
    He’d even been the one to get her the job at Wylee’s. She didn’t have any paperwork, no Social Security card or driver’s license—Jane had nothing. Hell, she’d even had to pick out her own name.
    But Heath had called in some favors that Hannah owed him, and she’d been able to get paid under the table.
And been able to survive.
    “You trust me, don’t you, Jane?” He asked her. Heath’s hand rose. He brushed back the hair that had fallen over her left eye.
    His hand was slightly cool. Not as hot as the—the werewolf’s had been. 
    “Do you trust me?” Heath pushed.
    She nodded. “I do.” As soon as he’d realized what a freak of nature she truly was, Heath could have turned her over to the cops. To the government. But he hadn’t. He’d said others would hurt her. That they had to find a way to protect her.
    Hiding in plain sight had been that way.
    He smiled. “Good. Now slam your foot down on that gas.  You can’t ever let that werewolf take you. Not ever, do you hear me, Jane? He’s too dangerous.”
    She put her foot down on the gas.
    “His name is Alerac O’Neill.”
    Yes, he’d told her that.
    “He’s a killer, and his prey of choice? The prey he takes down the most?” Heath swallowed. She heard the small click of sound easily in the truck’s interior. “According to the stories I’ve heard, the guy always hunts vampires.”
    Like he was hunting her.
    The truck lunged forward. But before she could make the next turn up ahead, two big SUVs shot out, and they blocked her path.
    “They’re here. Hell, yes,” Heath muttered, sounding incredibly relieved.
    She didn’t exactly feel the same relief. “Who is ‘they’? Tell me,
now
.”
    Alerac had told her that others were coming.  He’d said that she needed to run from them.
    “These guys can help you,” Heath told her as he reached for his door.  “I told them to meet us back there at the old bar. But
he
got there first.”
    Men were climbing out of those SUVs. She counted at least eight of them.  They were big, tough-looking. All wore black. All also had fierce, hard expressions on their faces.
    A shiver slid over her.
    No weapons. They don’t have weapons.
    But one man was holding a duffel bag. 
    Before she could stop him, Heath jumped from the truck.  He rushed toward those men. “She’s here.” He pointed back toward Jane as she sat, motionless, behind the staring wheel.
    She forced herself to climb from the truck. Jane stared at those men as her stomach twisted.  Were they human?  It was strange that she should even have that question. Before that night, she’d thought that she was the only paranormal out there.  
    Before a werewolf came to her and changed the world around her.
    “We have to hurry,” Heath said as he glanced nervously around the area. “The alpha wolf is on her trail already.”
    Alpha wolf?
    Two of the men shared a hard share and a nod.  Then, as if the others had been waiting for that small signal, they all pulled out weapons—guns.
    Jane grabbed tightly to