clamped it shut. Cole didn’t see the look Paige was shooting at the Nymar, but he could imagine it. Daniels tapped him on the shoulder. “Could you help me out here?” he asked.
Cole turned toward Paige to keep her from pulling Daniels’s head off, but was cut short when she flipped the plastic bag out in front of him. Not one of the silver pieces in it was bigger than a penny.
Flattening himself against the backseat, Daniels gripped the cushion as though he feared he’d be ejected from the car at any moment. “You left me in that room all day and all night! I wanted to feel useful, so I prepared as many doses as I could.”
Cole snatched the bag from her and swung his hand back as if he didn’t only want to show the metal chips to Daniels, but force him to eat them.
“Also…maybe…I got bored.”
After handing the bag to Paige, Cole nodded and gripped the steering wheel. “That’s it. I don’t care whose life he saved. Baldy dies tonight.”
For the first time since they’d left the hotel, Cole saw a glimpse of the Paige he truly knew. She tucked the bag into a pocket and sighed. “If you boys keep fighting, I won’t take you to see the big scary animals.”
“That’s another thing,” Cole grunted. “How are we supposed to find those things anyway?”
“Something tells me finding them won’t exactly be the hard part.”
Chapter 28
Liam covered the first few miles in a loping run. Every time a front paw touched down, the corner of his mouth curled into a pained grimace. His chest remained low while his thick rear legs pushed him forward and his front paws swatted at the ground to keep him going. Whenever he collected enough strength, he launched into a jump that allowed him to move at twice the speed.
By the time he reached Kansas City, his wound had stopped bleeding. Scampering into an alley, he shifted into human form just long enough for his body to shed most of its wounds the way it would expel any other waste. The broken tooth remained wedged between his ribs, even after changing back into his four-legged frame. The pain that accompanied every wheezing breath wasn’t enough to mar the night ahead.
The moon hanging above him was slightly more than halfway full, a natural beacon drawing his eye straight through the garish glow of electric illumination surrounding the city. He ran from the alley and tore straight down the middle of a street, snapping at cars as they honked and swerved out of his way. Henry would have enjoyed himself on this night, but that one was nowhere to be found. The other Full Blood’s trail seemed to lead everywhere at once. Liam hadn’t smelled anything like the traces that mingled with Henry’s scent and he wasn’t going to waste time trying to figure them out now.
Randolph’s scent was stronger, which meant his old friend was nearby. Bounding off the street to land on the hood of a pickup truck, Liam barked gleefully as the truck’s windshield shattered and its driver fought to regain control before swerving into a streetlight. If Randolph was watching, Liam knew he would be throwing a fit.
Running from the street to the sidewalk, he sped up when he caught sight of a group of humans gathered around the front of a building that thumped with an obnoxious, pounding rhythm. When he clambered over a cluster of cars, he made sure to scrape his claws against the painted metal and shatter as much glass as possible along the way. All those people looked at him. Some screamed. Some fled. Some poked at their little phones and called for help. Some even pointed their devices at him and took his picture.
So many years of so-called progress, and the humans could only come up with more machines to play with. Liam scattered them like pheasants being flushed from a bush. He nipped at some of their legs, ripping a few tendons and sending weaker members of the herd to the pavement. Unfortunately, he couldn’t indulge in any more than that. He ran down the next street that caught his eye and trampled anything or anyone in his path. Sometimes he chose a new path just so he could trample some more.
Running free through a place that his kind had avoided for so long was akin to walking straight up to someone else’s woman, lifting her skirts, and bending her over the closest piece of furniture. It didn’t matter what that woman looked like, if she was kind, sweet, or even tolerable. She, like this city, was not to be touched. Liam spread his paws out wide, touching the city as much as possible with every single step. He wanted to get to higher ground. There were plenty of fire escapes to climb and ledges to grip, but those were the proper ways. For he and every shapeshifter within the sound of his voice, this was not a night for propriety.
The building he chose was in a part of the city all but deserted after business hours. Weathered stone cracked beneath his claws and thick glass cracked too as he scraped and tore at the side of the structure to create his own foot-holds. While he climbed, Liam shifted into his upright form. His limbs stretched out and the mass that clumped around his chest and shoulders flowed down to more evenly cover his growing torso. Every time he passed a window, his reflection was different. He completed his change a quarter of the way up, so he was able to cover more distance with higher jumps.
Once he was atop the building, Liam paced between the ventilation and air-conditioning units, savoring the cool touch of night air upon his face. He turned toward the ledge and raced to the brink of a long drop to the pavement, but stopped himself by digging his claws into the roof. Gripping the ledge with both hands, he gazed down upon the city. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth as he watched the growing number of flashing lights and cars racing below like fireflies trapped beneath a glass table.
He could smell the Skinners drawing closer.
Some of the Half Breeds were strong enough to poke their noses from their dens, but most were probably content to sleep. Randolph might have found some of the wretches, but he couldn’t have found them all.
Liam’s heartbeat quickened and his breath poured from his mouth like steam from an engine. Leveling his gaze to a point in the distance had something of a calming effect. Things were clearer when he only looked straight ahead. The Full Blood closed his eyes, pulled in one more breath, and sifted through the thousands of scents every passing breeze carried upon its wide back.
There were dozens of reasons to hate humans and plenty of lessons his own kind needed to be taught. At that moment, however, Liam felt no need to justify his actions other than it was a hell of a night for a siege.
He held on to the breath he’d taken, raised his nose to the heavens and howled.
Where any other sound would have died off or been carried away, this one continued on. Where any other creature would have run out of breath, Liam pushed his howl out further and further until it reached every last ear for which it was intended.
The howl was a great and terrible thing.
In comparison, the other howls that rose up in response to it were frayed and ragged. When the creatures answering the Full Blood’s call could howl no more, they scampered from their dens in savage, barking stampedes.
Liam allowed his voice to taper off so he could listen to the Half Breeds’ desperate replies. They were hungry, eager, and still in pain from their first transformation.
They were perfect.
Now that the wretches had been coaxed from their pits, the dead would pile up and the wounded would replenish the Half Breeds that had fallen, until every street became a butcher’s killing floor. Perhaps some of them would run to another town or tear through another city. Skinners would fall until the most powerful among them would finally be flushed out of hiding.
Liam could barely contain himself.
The blood in Cole’s arms hadn’t stopped burning since Liam left the hotel. It took less than an hour to reach downtown Kansas City, where his early warning pains flared up all over again. Looking over to Paige, he asked, “Do you feel that?”
They’d stopped along a quiet street with an all-night diner on the corner. Paige had allowed Daniels to examine her arm during most of the drive, but pulled away from him now. “Yep,” she replied. “Daniels, you stay put. Have some coffee or something and we’ll call you when we’re ready to get you.”
“Mind if I track down something a bit more to my tastes?” the Nymar asked as he reflexively curled his lips back
