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the truck’s driver-side door. It was open, and it was a shield for her body, in case those men decided to shoot her.
    “Come on, Jane!” Heath was already climbing into the SUV on the right. He’d snatched up the duffel bag. 
    What was in that bag?
    “Why are you pointing your guns at me?”  Jane shouted to the men, not about to “come” any place then without an explanation. “What’s happening here?” 
    The men didn’t speak. They also didn’t lower their weapons.
    But…
    “They aren’t pointing them at you. At least not yet.”
    His
voice. The werewolf.
    Then she felt his hand on her shoulder. A warm weight. She’d never even heard Alerac walking up behind her.
    “They’re aiming at me right now.”
    The breath left her body in a hard exhale. Yeah, vampires still breathed. At least, she did. She breathed. Her heart beat. And she feared—fear seemed to be consuming her.
    “Get away from the woman!” This shout came from the man in black who’d just hurried forward. A man who spoke with a clipped British accent.
    A man who’d just flashed fangs.
    “Now you know that’s not happening,” Alerac shouted back.  The werewolf’s arms wrapped tightly around her. He’d been stabbed in the heart moments before. How was he with her now? How was he just walking around? “But if you and your little gang of bloodsuckers don’t get out of here, you’ll all be dead in the next minute.”
    He pushed her behind his back.
    Protecting her?
    No, surely he wasn’t.
    Yet it seemed he
was.
    “She’s mine, and I’m not letting her go.” His strong voice carried easily in the night. “So run to your hole and tell Lorcan to back the fuck off.”
    “We do not run!” The man yelled.
    “Fine.” Alerac shrugged. “Then you can die. Because my pack has you surrounded right now.”
    And, as if on perfect cue, a series of howls filled the night. Bloodcurdling, fierce, terrifying.
    The men—vampires—began to edge back toward the waiting SUVs.
    “Want to see who wins in this fight?” Alerac asked, the words a dark taunt. “Because I’m betting my wolves can take out you and your new bloods in less than five minutes.”
    She peered around Alerac. The, ah, new bloods, were definitely backing up. Some had already jumped into the SUVs.
    But that one man—the guy who seemed to be the leader—he hadn’t moved. He was still standing there, aiming his gun at Alerac.
    “I’m not supposed to return without her.” She could see more of his face now. Hard edges, but a weak jaw. His hair was thick, pushed back from his high forehead. His gaze—it looked as dark as the night—turned to her. He stared at her, then said, “Attack.”
    The word was low, and it took her a few seconds to realize that the British guy—the guy who Heath had said was there to help—had actually just given the order for his men to attack her.
    Lucky for her, only half of the men attacked. Half ran. The running half jumped into the SUV, the one already occupied by Heath, and they tore out of there.
    Alerac spun toward her. He wrapped his arms around her and shielded her with his body. The bullets started flying. Jane could smell his blood. Could hear the impact as the bullets hit him. Sank
into
him.
    “Wooden,” he muttered. “SOBs were plannin’ to use wooden bullets on you.”
    And she also heard growls. Howls. The fast thud of—of—
    Alerac released her as men screamed.
    She looked over and saw that the vampires were under attack. Wolves, giant, hulking wolves, had gone after the vampires.
    Even as his blood dripped onto the ground, Alerac headed into that fray.  “You’re dying, vampire.”
    As she watched, Alerac fell to the ground. But when his hands hit the pavement, they weren’t hands any longer.
    They were paws. Long, dark,
sharp
claws sprang from those paws.
    Bones snapped and popped.
    The vampire leader tried to fire at Jane again, but his gun just clicked. The vamp spun away, rushing for the closest SUV, but he