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and shoulders were covered by waves of dark brown hair.
    Gideon looked around. “I don’t see a purse,” he said. He knelt next to her, sniffed. “Were.” He carefully swept her hair away from her face. And recoiled. “Holy shit.”
    Her identity kicked Lukas in the gut. Andine Woolf. Andi, Krispin Woolf’s daughter. He looked at the other open window on his desktop. Krispin Woolf’s day—hell, his life—was about to take a nasty 180.
    “What the…” he heard Gideon say. Lukas looked back to the crime scene.
    Andi Woolf’s ankle had twitched.
    “Jenny, call the EMTs,” Gideon rapped out to his partner. “She’s not dead. Move it!”
    Lukas absorbed the Commander’s shock and adrenaline as he moved with speed, preserving the scene now forgotten as Andi, sprawled in the handicapped stall, seized uncontrollably.
    Gideon leaned over her, examining her face, her crushed throat, the flecks of blood on her lips. Lukas could see the damage as well as Gideon could. Andi tried to drag breath through her ruined airway. No go.
    “Lick her,” Lukas said softly.
    Gideon’s head whipped up. “What? Jesus.”
    Lukas closed his eyes against the vertigo Gideon’s sudden motion had caused. “You’ll have to help her shift. She has a better chance of surviving in werewolf form.”
    “Jesus, I don’t know if she has the energy reserves to…”
    “She’ll die if you don’t,” Lukas snapped. “Just do it.” A sweet clover essence swirled onto his tongue. This girl wasn’t ready to die yet.
    Andi seized again, her head rhythmically bumping into the cold tile wall. Lukas saw Gideon reach to her, hesitate, then lay his hands on her torso, avoiding her exposed breasts, her damaged throat. And as Lukas had hoped, Andi instinctively responded to the scent of Pack pumping off the werewolf male kneeling next to her.
    Gideon pulled her out of the stall by her stiletto-booted feet, her head bumping over the rough floor tiles, her arms dragging overhead. As he dropped onto the floor and ranged his upper body over her bare torso, Lukas got a better look at Andi’s crushed throat, using the bathroom’s unforgiving fluorescent light to note the placement of the blooming bruises. Gideon finally lowered his head, dragged his tongue along her jaw line, over her open lips, over her cheekbones, eyelids, eyebrows. Gideon’s physical reaction pulsed through the room as he used his scent, his sexuality, to catalyze Andi’s shift.
    “C’mon, c’mon,” Gideon breathed as Andi’s nostrils twitched, her eyelids fluttered. “Good girl, good. Keep going.” He snuffled his nose into her ear, and a moan escaped along with her precious air.
    The bathroom door opened as the EMTs arrived. “Stay back,” Gideon ordered from his position atop her body. “Lupine, shifting. Get ready to intubate, her airway’s gone.”
    The EMTs goggled at the sight of the straight-laced Commander stretched prone over their patient.
    Time dragged as Gideon worked. He finally backed off as nostril became snout, as sleek brown fur sprouted over Andi’s ruined neck. Her torso pulsed. Whiskers sprouted. Her hands turned to paws, her fingernails to claws. And all the time she instinctively lurched toward Gideon. To Pack. It was wrenching to watch, and seemed endless, her bones shifting, popping, with yelps of pain coming from her mouth.
    “Shit, she’s losing it.” Gideon quickly shrugged off his jacket, unbuttoned his cotton oxford shirt, and pressed their torsos together, skin to skin. He grasped her head, brought their faces together, and locked his lips to hers.
    His desperation flooded the room.
    Several minutes passed. Finally, through Gideon’s vid feed, Lukas saw the color of Andi’s eyes as they fluttered open, then closed—a mossy green, like her father’s.
    “Gideon, let the EMTs at her now,” Lukas said softly.
    Through Jenny’s eyes, Lukas watched Gideon shakily lever himself off her body and lean wearily against the bathroom wall.