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the bedside lamp
on, she dragged her fingers through her sweat-slicked red hair and
told herself to get a grip. Her hands shook when she held them out
in front of her. The green numbers on her alarm clock flashed eight
o’clock in the evening.

    Kat padded across her
bedroom to the bathroom and went straight for the shower. She
stripped off, turned the shower on and stepped into the bathtub.
Standing there, she let the cold water pound down on her bare
body.

    The beast was restless.
She couldn’t shift the images from the dream and they were stirring
the wolf within her. Her body hummed and tingled with the memory of
Amon’s touch. The water became cold fingers caressing her
skin.

    She ducked her head under
the jet to clear it and then shut the shower off. Grabbing a
peach-coloured towel from the rack, she dried herself and closed
her mind to thoughts of Amon. Her movements as she went through her
nightly routine were mechanical.

    She brushed her teeth,
tied her red shoulder length hair back into a ponytail, and applied
her perfume. Her underwear came next, followed by her black combat
trousers and black vest top. She grabbed her little figure-hugging
black shirt and paused at the mirror.

    Her gaze fell to her right
upper arm.

    Her fingers traced the
intricate thin black band tattooed around it. It matched Amon’s
perfectly.

    She remembered the night
that they’d had them done. He’d been so sweet, holding her hand and
whispering soothing words whenever she had flinched away from the
needle. Amon had always hated to see her hurting.

    Pushing those thoughts
away, she slung the shirt on and buttoned it, hiding the tattoo
from view. She went to the chair in the corner of her bedroom and
removed her holster from the back of it. In one fluid move, she had
her arms through it. The black leather sat snug across her back,
the guns hanging at her sides. They still felt heavy tonight. She
ignored them. Her tiredness was reason why the proximity of the
silver bullets affected her. It had nothing to do with
Amon.

    If she was weak, just
being near silver made her sick.

    When her black army boots
were on and tied, and she had her jacket, she checked herself one
more time in the mirror. Her dark eyes looked cold in her
reflection. An image of Amon appeared behind her. He placed his
hands on her shoulders and smiled. She shook him away along with
the overwhelming need she felt for him. She didn’t need him. She
needed to kill something.

    Turning away from her
reflection, she put her jacket on and grabbed her phone. It rang
the moment she touched it.

    She flipped it
open.

    “ Kat
speaking.”

    “ Kat, there’s
been another attack.” It was Paul, her partner at the
unit.

    She left the apartment and
started down the stairs.

    “ Where?” She
didn’t have any werewolves on her list at the moment. Maybe whoever
had done this wasn’t on the list yet. A chill ran through her when
she remembered Amon pacing the cage. He didn’t trust himself. She
hoped it wasn’t him. She needed more time.

    “ The cemetery
again.”

    Kat frowned. It was
unusual for a turned werewolf to hunt on another’s territory when
they had only died the night before. Normally it took weeks for one
to move in and take over.

    She reminded herself that
her kill last night hadn’t been a rogue werewolf. Amon’s man would
have been there for her, not because he had any claim to the area.
The cemetery must be this new werewolf’s territory. It must have
remained hidden until now. Or perhaps it had only recently turned
dangerous and had been drawn to that area because of a werewolf
death there. A shiver danced down her spine.

    “ I’ll check it
out,” she said and then added, “alone.”

    “ Understood.”
Something in Paul’s voice said that he didn’t understand but he was
willing to let her off without a questioning tonight.

    She paused, struggling to
think of what to say, and then closed the phone. It didn’t feel
right to lie to