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myself inside their females isn’t one of them.”
    “You're thinking with the wrong head.”
    Kyran explained that his plan was to try and integrate the newest Hunter into the process of fulfilling the prophecy. With the Hunter he ’ d been working with missing, he figured the more Hunters he “came to an accord” with the better chance he had at ending the war. Ronan didn ’ t have much comment on his plan – only pointing out that unless she was a top-rated Hunter, she wouldn ’ t be of much use to them. Hunters didn ’ t give too much thought to their weaker members. They thought even less about their females.
    He cursed under his breath as he went about cleaning up the dirtied medical equipment. Part of him hoped she was top-ranked, but he also knew from the limited exchanges with his missing Hunter that if she was a truly top-ranked female, the Hunters wouldn ’ t t olerate her absenc e long.
    He removed the female Hunter ’ s earrings, which doubled as a locator. The Hunter he ’ d been working with had given him as little information as possible, but that was what happened when building trust between two warring factions. While it wasn ’ t much, knowing that all Hunters came equipped with a final way of alerting their headquarters to their location helped Kyran keep his pack relatively safe from discovery.
    Ronan came to stand opposite of him and stared down at the sedated Hunter. His brother seemed to take notice of the many scars that decorated the Hunter's arms and torso as he traced his hand down her left arm to secure it in the restraints. He leaned over her and repeated the motion on her other arm. Kyran watched while his fingers t hreatened to break the small hoop he had taken from the Hunter’s ear.
    “She ’ s pretty enough,” Ronan said as he stared down into her face. “A little small for my taste.”
    “Ew,” a graveled female voice said.
    Eyes that reminded Kyran vaguely of a prancing doe glared up at them. He looked down at the Hunter and smiled.
    “Here,” he held a cup with a straw to her lips, which she took a cautionary sip from. “It ’ s just water. I wouldn ’ t waste stitches on someone I was going to poison.”
    “Why?” Her voice was still like sandpaper against polished mahogany.
    “Why what?” He waved Ronan out of the room. She didn’t need two Lycans standing over her helpless body.
    “Why did you save me? I’m not going to tell you anything.”
    “Did I ask you anything?” He met her brilliant glare with a radiant smile. “I’m a doctor. Saving people is part of the job.”
    “Don’t expect me to be grateful.”
    “You would rather I had let you die? In the woods, like an anim al no less?”
    She rolled her eyes. “What’s your deal, wolf?”
    He laughed. “You have something against nice people?”
    “You aren’t people. You may walk like a human on occasion, but you aren’t people.”
    “If you say so.”
    “Know so. Now tell me, wolf, how is this going to work?”
    He blinked down at her, unused to tiny people, especially those strapped down, being so abrasive when clearly at a disadvantage.
    “Work?” he asked.
    “I know you guys aren’t complete idiots, so what’s the plan?”
    “You heal and then leave.”
    She narrowed her almond shaped eyes at him. “You tagged me, didn ’ t you? That ’ s why it ’ s so easy for you to let me just leave. You want me to lead you to our headquarters. ”
    Kyran laughed and sat on the counter adjacent the sink. Most Lycans already knew where the Hunters were located. Unlike the Hunters, Lycans just hadn ’ t felt the need to eliminate those who generally kept the rogues under control. The risk to the larger population was often minimal so long as the Lycans acted with caution and an ounce of sense.
    “I had you on the table for three hours. That ’ s enough time to find and fix the few bleeders you had and stitch you up,” he said.
    “Yeah right. Where’s the chip?”
    “I can do an