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spelled friend.
    “ Home sweet home,” he said
aloud as he turned into the no-tell-motel where he’d taken a
room.
    The neon vacancy sign was missing half its
letters and the ‘No’ at the front of ‘Vacancy’ probably hadn’t been
lighted in years. The working girls who rented the rooms toward the
front didn’t seem to mind the seedy look of the place. Their johns
didn’t either. Bull parked in front of the end unit that he’d paid
for two weeks in advance. In cash.
    No one would be looking for the truck. As far
as his coworkers knew, he didn’t own a vehicle, but took the bus
each day. They had his picture, though, for his security badge and
he was counting on the fact that the guy at the motel’s front desk
would rather watch sitcoms than news. It also wouldn’t hurt that he
slipped the guy a fifty for the key to the last room.
    The girl didn’t say a word when he helped her
down from her seat. She looked neither right nor left as he led her
to the door. Once inside, she sat on the corner of the bed, blank
faced and waiting. She’d gone from spitfire to unresponsive in
minutes.
    This wasn’t good.
    Bull turned on the TV and flipped through the
local channels.
    “ A double killing at the
neighborhood nut house ought to get some play, yeah?”
    They watched for a few minutes, but the girl
showed no reaction to the programming or the commercial
announcement of a shooting at Sixth and Main, stay tuned to Channel
six for the latest reports.
    He watched her from the corner of his eye.
He’d seen that blank look before in ferals who knew their time had
come.
    The first Primal Law of the wolver species
was never let your wolf rule your human. Living with two beings,
human and wolf, inside you was tough. The two were often at odds
with each other and it took early training and discipline to strike
a balance between human and beast. This balance was harder for
males because they had more and regular contact with the primordial
release that came with running free each full moon.
    Going over the moon was more than shifting
from man to wolf. It meant letting go of all the worldly
responsibilities that humanity imposed. As a wolf, time and money
meant nothing. There were no mortgage payments, no schedules to
keep, no bosses to please doing work you hated but needed to
survive. As a wolf, you ate, slept, and played as the mood struck
you. Your heightened senses became infinitely attuned to the
natural world. You became a part of the wind and weather, the
scent, sounds, and tastes of nature. You took your position in the
natural order of things.
    As a wolf, you held a place at the top of the
food chain. To hunt and kill without guilt or remorse brought with
it a thrilling sense of power most humans never found in daily
life. Most wolvers were content to leave all that behind when they
came home to their dominant human lives.
    That’s why they called the shift to human
coming home. It was where you were meant to be.
    There were always a few who came home in
body, but not in mind. Minor problems were taken care of by the
Alpha who had the power of life and death over each and every
member of his pack.
    A few of those problem wolvers went rogue.
The thrill of the kill became part of their human psyches. As
wolves, they killed indiscriminately. As humans, they became
psychopathic murderers; serial killers who got off on the kill.
Their existence left the wolver species in danger of exposure.
These were the wolvers Bull hunted. They were dangerous and the
only cure was to put them down. This, he sometimes thought, made
him a serial killer too.
    There were others who simply didn’t have the
psychological stamina to maintain two diverse creatures in one
body. It drove them insane. The problem manifested itself in the
display of wolf behavior while in human form. They bared their
teeth, made low guttural noises when displeased, and occasionally
became violent with the need to enforce pack hierarchy outside the
pack. These