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would’ve normally
thought to look at twice…and even the untraceable scent the killer carried. No
footprints and not even a whiff of soap or sweat left in the site. The killer
was careful. He’d been doing this for a long time. Too bad he didn’t know Jules
had been looking for him for a very long time as well.
    Finally he said,
“I’m not going anywhere. Besides, I’m more concerned about Pat not being able
to shift back to human form. The killer, I’m sure you vicious New Haven wolves
can take care of.”
    Jack snorted, but
Derrick ignored him. “Pat hasn’t been able to shift for the past three years. His
body is just adjusting again to the wolf. I’m not worried. Yet.”
    “Three years?
Three years isn’t nothing to a shifter. That does a
kind of lasting damage doesn’t it? ” Jules couldn’t hide his surprise. He
couldn’t imagine not being able to trade his human skin for the skin of his
wolf.
    “Why? Did
something…traumatic happen to him?”
    “Ask him yourself
when he shifts back.”
    Derrick, Jules
thought, wasn’t going to give him an inch. Distinctively, he could hear Derrick
and Jack moving about the apartment. They argued loudly in the kitchen about
the brownies Jack mentioned. It was followed by uncomfortable sounds of sex and
various ingredients and kitchen utensils dropping. They emerged moments later,
half-naked and covered in flour, before trooping into their bedroom. More
sounds of arguing and sex followed.
    Jules shifted uncomfortably
in his seat. Pat only yawned on his lap, clearly used to the couple’s ways. It
seemed like an eternity before they eventually announced they were leaving for
their pack meeting.
    “Pat’s not coming
with you two?” Jules asked. “Wouldn’t the Alpha want to see his member alive
and furry?”
    “Nah. I think he’d rather stay with you. We can tell Carlos and Raina
ourselves,” Jack said unhelpfully.
    He wasn’t all that
surprised that Derrick would leave him with an injured wolf, his injured mate,
to guarantee that he’d stay in town. Clearly, the man had trust issues.
    “Take care of
Pat,” was all Derrick said in a firm and commanding tone of voice that expected
no arguments.
    Jack stood by his
shoulder, smiling. Derrick then closed the front door behind him, not waiting
for Jules’s reply.
    “Your pack
second’s a real piece of work,” Jules observed.
    Pat’s amber eyes
were still watching him and a wave of guilt hit him. He may not have been
completely honest with Pat or Derrick, but he meant well. The image of Cole’s deathly
pale face surfaced to his mind suddenly, but Pat’s face replaced it.
    The knots inside
his stomach tightened. No. He couldn’t let that happen. Wouldn’t ever let that
happen. He’d deal with the killer himself, whatever the cost. Besides, it
wasn’t his style to leave all the dirty work to someone else. This was his
kill. His.
    He knew Derrick
and the local pack meant well, but they were new to the game. Jules was an old
player. Once the killer was gone from the picture, he’d no longer be tied to
his past. Jules would’ve finally avenged Cole.
    Only then he could
start thinking about his future, a possible future with Pat. He closed his eyes
for a moment and envisioned another apartment. Pat’s and his
apartment. He could see them sitting in a comfy two-seater with Pat
snuggled close to him as they watched TV and fought for the remote.
    A lovely image, but I have to concentrate on what’s in front of me. Jules shoved back the rising guilt that threatened to drown him and
focused on what he needed to do.
    “Okay, Pat. It’s
time for a proper nap. Come on, you can roll around more comfortably in
Derrick’s and Jack’s bed. They said you could.”
    Although neither
Derrick nor Jack told him this, Jules thought it wouldn’t hurt to annoy them a
bit. It was all in the name of good fun. A wolf’s nose was extremely sensitive
to smell and if Jack happened to smell Pat’s scent on the sheets he and