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stopped. The cool air felt good on her overheated skin, but she was still coated
     in blood, and her magic had a mind of its own. She could sense every single Opposite
     out there. And at that moment, she knew what her magic wanted to do, and she could
     not let the magic do it. For one minute, she looked at the dark sky and she could
     feel Nathan. His beast tried to reach out and touch her. He felt her need for help.
     She knew she could make him change. She knew at that moment she could make them all
     change. She could control all Opposites and rule the humans.
    “Collin,” she said. “Hit me.”
    “Leslie, are you sure?”
    Her hands balled into fists. “I can’t control it.”
    Before she could blink an eye, the small needle slid into the skin of her arm. She
     knew she would have an ugly bruise there in the morning. Already the heavy tranquilizer
     was kicking in. Her magic had lost, and the world was getting hazy. Collin caught
     her before her legs gave out.
    Leslie looked at him with a lopsided smile. “There is nothing else in the house,”
     she said, reaching up a hand to touch his face. “Your monster eyes are showing.”
    She passed out.
    “Seriously, did you feel her?”
    Collin turned to Patrick, who had walked up beside him as he tried to get her in the
     back seat of the SUV. “I thought I might have changed right here. I almost had no
     control.”
    “She said she had lost control. At least she knew it,” he said, looking down at her
     as she slept. “She’s different than the other three. Even Fred has this dark side
     I can’t place. But even when she can’t control it, she has some of her regular self
     in there.”
    “I don’t like him. He feels like the other two,” Patrick said. “Her magic is blood,
     yet life runs through it. My beast reacts to her, and I hear it just isn’t me either.”
    “She seems scared of the dark side which could be a good thing. But if this is just
     a taste of her being out of control, I’m really scared at the thought of what she
     could do if given the chance.”
    “You know, let’s get out of here. Clean up is coming.” He held up a bio-bag. “I have
     the head. Our job is sort of done for the night.”
    “You heard the rogue, it didn’t do this. This means we have something else out there,
     that will likely kill again.”
    “We can talk it over when we all get cleaned up, and get some sleep,” Patrick said.
     

Chapter Three
    Leslie woke with a throbbing headache to the smell of breakfast. She had no memory
     of how she got into bed. Looking around and down, she saw her arms. Not only was she
     clean, but she had on her pajamas. Sleepy eyed and yawning, she made her way to the
     communal kitchen, as they called it. She took a seat at the small table as Patrick
     placed a plate full of breakfast food in front of her. She looked over at the clock,
     2PM. Seemed about right. They had to be in the office around six thirty.
    Collin dragged himself to the table, hitting his coffee cup before the food. “I would
     have slept in, but damn, breakfast smells so good,” he said, eyeing the heap of food
     on his plate.
    Wereanimals had to eat more than their weight in food, since their metabolisms were
     faster than Normals. Collin had got the most of the wolf side, which included the
     super duper metabolism. His mom had been camping with some friends, when they were
     attacked by a fresh rogue; Colleen had been cut up and raped. At the time, the Supervisors
     had been just starting in the area, and they had no time to deal with the only survivor,
     a werewolf. His grandmother, half-Indian, knew of the possible consequences. Colleen
     had died in birth; Grandmother Ines named the baby Collin, after her, and raised the
     boy. She never once hid what he was. She, Patrick and Leslie had accepted him for
     what he was even if he or the other Opposites couldn’t.
    Collin had natural brown hair he kept dyed black, and pale blue eyes. He stood as