is what theyâll grow into and if they are a threat to mankind.â
Bess pressed her lips together in disapproval. He didnât give a fig if the little terrors killed every animal within fifty miles as long as they didnât kill men.
âDo you care nothing for The Balanceâthe give and take between species that is as fragile as a butterflyâs wing?â
He made a face. âI donât like insects.â
âYet you protect men who are more voracious than grasshoppers in their need to devour the land.â
âSpoken like a true tree-hugger.â
âBetter than cutting them all down to build redwood decks for your Jacuzzis.â
They faced off in silence now, his jaw ticking and her fists clenched as she fought the soaring urge to fight. She had been so taken with him that she had nearly forgotten that they were born enemies.
âYouâre not going to help me find them?â
She couldnât quite disguise her surprise. Had he just requested her help?
âYou asking?â
He shrugged.
She turned away.
âWait. Iâm asking.â
âHow much of a head start?â
âTwo hours.â
âIâll take a look. Where shall I meet you?â
âHere. But if you find them, donât get too close. They may be dangerous.â
She made a face. âI can handle myself.â
He gave her a serious look, then opened his mouth as if to say more, and closed it again.
âWhat?â
âNothing.â He glanced back at his crime scene. âI have to call this in.â
âThey think youâre human?â
He nodded.
âMeet you here, then.â She lifted her arms but he grabbed her hand. The zip of adrenaline shot through her as well as the sensation of anxiety.
âBe careful, okay?â
She pulled her hand free. âYes, okay.â Bess rubbed her wrist, but could not quite eliminate the strong feeling of worry and the nearly irresistible need to protect. Had she just read his emotions?
She did not know what was more disturbing, sensing his feelings or having him worry over her as if she were something more to him than a way to get answers.
She kept her eye on him.
He pinned her with an intense gaze. The corner of his mouth quirked and she felt an ache begin deep inside her.
âYou going to watch?â she asked.
He grinned. âOh, yeah.â
âNo one ever watched before.â
His full smile dazzled her.
âFirst time for everything.â
Yes, this one was dangerous in an entirely different way. Bess backed away. Once clear, she lifted her arms and pushed off the earth, feeling the electric zing of power as she changed to her raven form and burst into the sky. She glanced back to see him staring, slack-jawed, before he disappeared into the forest below. It was surprisingly exhilarating to have someone know what she was, see her other self and not turn in horror. The law prohibited her from ever showing herself to a human unless in mortal danger. But now, this man could see what she was and he had not shown anything but wonder.
She flew low through the trees, swooping and dodging around the mighty trunks, listening for a disturbance and watching with her sharp eyes. Bess flew in widening circles, seeing nothing for what she gauged to be an hour. She had almost decided to turn back when she spotted the carcass of the freshly killed moose.
She perched on a limb and stared down. What she saw next made her stomach pitch.
The animal beside the moose was gray as the ash of a campfire, but its flesh had the pocked appearanceof burned charcoal. There was no fur or feathers. It hopped like a human from one leg to the other and already stood three feet tall. This thing was only two hours old?
She studied the knobby head and batlike ears. The creatureâs eyes were huge, wide and yellow-green with black pinprick pupils.
The dead moose shook and the other twin crawled from within the empty body