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where is she?”
    “Would I be here ready to kill you if I knew?”
    Broderick didn’t answer, but he didn’t leave either. “I’m coming with you,” he said.
    “The fuck you are.”
    “You aren’t doing a very good job of finding her, are you? Two heads better than one.”
    “But I want your head on the ground,” Ellison growled.
    “That’s where I want yours. But we find Maria first. Sure she’s not with one of the Morrisseys?”
    “No. And they don’t seem worried.”
    “Fucked-up Feline bastards.”
    Ellison ignored Broderick the best he could as he made his way back to Liam’s house. Connor and Tiger were still bent over Dylan’s truck.
    Ellison stopped outside the property line and hauled Broderick back before the man could run up to Connor, likely to close his hand around Connor’s neck and demand the cub to tell what he knew.
    If Broderick did that, he’d lose his arm, because Tiger was already straightening up from behind the hood and glaring at them with those weird eyes of his. Tiger, though only adopted into Liam’s family and clan, was seriously protective of Connor.
    Tiger hadn’t been born of Shifter parents—he’d been bred in a research facility and raised in a cage by human scientists for about forty years. They’d been trying to create a super-Shifter—one who was better, stronger, faster, and all that shit, than your average Shifter. They were trying to do what the Fae had done a couple thousand years ago, except without the magic and possibly not the maniacal laughter. The single-minded cruelty had been there, though.
    The result was Tiger—superstrong, barely controlled, and not happy with people who messed with Connor. He wore a Collar, but Ellison was one of the few who knew the Collar was fake. Liam had tried to put a real one on Tiger and it hadn’t worked, so a fake one had to do for now.
    The man didn’t have a name, either. Tiger didn’t know what it was—the humans who’d created him had called him Twenty-Three. The woman who’d rescued him had decreed that Tiger could pick his own name, but so far, he hadn’t. So everyone called him Tiger.
    Tiger wasn’t growling, but he didn’t need to. The stare from the yellow eyes was enough.
    “Connor,” Ellison said.
    “Yep?” Connor answered, wiping his hands.
    “You take Maria somewhere this morning?”
    “Nope. But if you’re asking if I’ve seen her, I did. She came out the back door bright and early, said hi to me, said she was going to help Ronan look after Olaf, and said to tell you she could hear you snoring all the way across the street.”
    Broderick made a sound that was a cross between a snort and a laugh. Tiger said nothing at all.
    “Damn it.” Common sense told Ellison he was running around Shiftertown making an idiot of himself, but his hackles still wouldn’t go down. Something was wrong—didn’t matter if he didn’t know what. Didn’t matter that everyone else was being logical and unworried.
    “Thanks, Connor,” he managed to say. “If she comes back, tell her to stay put, will you?”
    “Sure thing.”
    Tiger’s gaze remained fixed, the big man with his mixed black and orange hair focused in silence on Ellison.
    “We go to Ronan’s then?” Broderick asked.
    “
I’ll
go to Ronan’s. You go home.”
    “Like I’m letting a Lupine from another pack tell me what to do. I don’t like wolves from my
own
pack telling me what to do.”
    Annoying asshole. Ellison tried to ignore him as he plotted a course for Ronan’s, and started between the houses to get to the common.
    “I will come with you.”
    Tiger stepped into their path before Ellison saw the guy move. He was about three inches taller than Ellison, as big as a bear Shifter. He’d be great to have on hand if Ellison needed help with a fight. On the other hand, Tiger was unpredictable, stronger than any Shifter he knew, and not quite stable in the head.
    “You need to take care of Connor,” Ellison said.
    Tiger remained