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shouldn’t still be the Cole she knew. He’d revealed himself as a killer, and she was cut up and bloody from his attempt to murder her. He should show his true colors now. “Fuck you.”
    He shrugged. “Well, I’m guessing that if you did still have feelings for me, you wouldn’t admit them anymore.” He walked closer to her, took her chin in his hands, and turned her face.
    She cringed. He was hurting her neck, hurting her because he’d dug sharp teeth into her.
    He made a sympathetic face. “Ouch. Doesn’t look good. But you’ll heal pretty fast. You’re a wolf. It doesn’t look like it’s getting infected, although I guess maybe we should clean you up.”
    She jerked her head back, away from his touch. “You need help, Cole. You’re sick.”
    He only laughed, peeling her blood-crusted collar away from her skin. “I should have cleaned the wounds while you were unconscious, but I need to take off your clothes.” He looked her in the eye. “It seemed a little like a violation.”
    She laughed disbelievingly.
    “I know,” he said. “You’re thinking that trying to kill you and keeping you prisoner is violating you, and you’re right. But there’s something different about this. I didn’t want to do it without your permission.”
    She glared at him. The absolute nonsense of what he was saying enraged her. “Let me go. I’m not giving you permission to do anything.”
    “Okay,” he said. “Then I guess you’ll stay in the bloody clothes and all the bites and scratches will get infected.” He turned, crossed the room, and started walking up the stairs. After three steps, he halted and looked back at her. “Are you sure, Dana? You can’t be comfortable.”
    She did start sobbing then. She felt so hopeless, so out of control, so betrayed .
    He hurried over to her. “Oh, shh.... shh now. It’s okay.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “I promise to be professional. I’ll just clean you. I wouldn’t...”
    She sobbed harder. This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real.
    “Dana,” he said. “Look at me.”
    She tried, but he was blurry through her tears.
    “I want to kill you, not rape you,” he said, as if this thought was somehow reassuring. “Let me clean you up.”
    She shook her head, the sobs deepening.
    * * *
    It was dawn by the time they left the supermarket. Dana yawned behind the wheel of the car. The windows were down, and cold air rushed against her face. She shivered. They couldn’t roll up the windows, however, because they had to keep the scent. They’d been following it for nearly twenty minutes now.
    “Almost twenty bodies,” Avery groaned from the seat next to her. “Can’t you just see the headlines?”
    Dana was struggling to keep her eyes open. She needed to get back in the swing of things. Tracking meant staying up all night. She wasn’t used to it anymore. “And the commentary? They’ll all be talking about how werewolves kill people, and they don’t get punished. It’s going to be a mess.” Which was why she was going to have to call Hollis. But later. After she got home. After she took a nap.
    “A complete mess.” Avery stuck his head out the window. “Jesus, Rogue, did you run to the other side of the world or what?”
    “This is a long scent trail,” Dana agreed.
    “She goes to the grocery store, wolfs out, mangles forty people, kills eighteen, and then runs for fifteen miles? We can’t catch a break tonight.”
    “This morning,” said Dana. “That’s the sun in the sky, Brooks.”
    He slumped in his seat. “Right. Morning.” Then he sat up straight. “Wait. You smell that?”
    “Trail’s turning,” said Dana. She turned the car to follow the scent. They entered a planned community—crowded identical houses, gridded streets with names like Warbling Spring Avenue. She had to slow the car to be sure to get all of the turns right.
    The wolf had run up the streets, turning this way and that. After about ten turns, the