Otherworld Nights (9 page)

Towel in place, I cracked open the door. When I was certain the hall was clear, I crouched to smell the carpet. No trace of Cain’s scent. Holding the door open with my foot, I leaned into the hall for another sniff. Nothing.

Sloughing off the fear, I strode into the room to search for clues. The answer was right there, on the desk. A page ripped off the notepad, Elena’s looping handwriting:
salty crab + no water = beverage run
.

Shit.

As I pulled on a T-shirt, I told myself Cain was long gone. I’d had him in a death hold before he could lay a finger on me. A sensible mutt would take it as a lesson in arrogance, swallow the humiliation, get out of town, and find a doctor to set his jaw before he was permanently disfigured. But a sensible mutt wouldn’t have gotten himself into that scrape in the first place.

Cain would back off only long enough to pop painkillers. Then the humiliation would crystallize into rage. Too cowardly to come after me, he’d aim a sucker punch where he thought I was most vulnerable: Elena, who’d just strolled out alone into the night, having no idea that a mutt had been stalking her all day because I hadn’t bothered to tell her.

Shit.

As I tugged on my jeans with one hand, I dialed Elena’s cell phone with the other. Elena’s dress, discarded on the chair, began to vibrate. Beneath it lay the purse she’d taken to dinner, open, where she’d grabbed her wallet, leaving the purse—and her cell phone—behind.

I grabbed my sneakers and raced out the door.

I didn’t bother checking the gift shop. Elena had already decreed the water there too expensive. Jeremy and I might have had some lean times during my childhood, but Elena knew what it was like
to wear three sweaters all winter because you couldn’t afford a coat. Even if she could now afford to buy the whole damned gift shop, she wouldn’t give them three bucks for water that cost half that down the block.

Normally, I respect that, but this was one time when I wished to hell she’d just spend the damned money.

I strode out the front doors, stopped, and inhaled. A couple glowered when they had to drop hands to walk around me. I scanned the road, sampling the air. Finally it came. Elena’s faint scent on the wind. I hurried down the steps.

There was a convenience store on the corner, but Elena’s trail crossed the road and headed down the very service lane where I’d waited for Cain that afternoon. What the hell was wrong with the shop on the corner? Was the water ten cents cheaper three blocks away? Goddamn it, Elena!

Even as I cursed her, I knew I was really angry with myself. I should have warned her about the mutt. If I’d honestly believed I could keep her in my sights twenty-four hours a day, then I was deluded. The late hour wouldn’t stop Elena from running out for water. She was a werewolf; she didn’t need to worry about muggers and rapists. But a pissed-off mutt twice her size?

I broke into a jog.

The moment I stepped into the alley, I smelled him. He must have been lying in wait outside the hotel, formulating a plan. Then his quarry had sailed out the front doors … and waltzed straight into the nearest dark laneway.

By the time he got over the shock at his good fortune, he’d lost his chance to catch her in the lane. She’d exited, walked a block, then … cut through an alley.

Goddamn it!

I raced to the alley and then pulled up short. Cain stood at the far end, his back to me, gaze fixed on Elena across the road.

I circled to the next road, hoping to cut him off. The streets and sidewalks were empty. Our hotel was in the business section of town. That had looked good when I’d picked it online—surrounded by restaurants and other conveniences. But we arrived to discover those conveniences weren’t nearly so convenient when they closed at five, as the offices emptied.

When I peeked around the corner, I saw yet another quiet street, vacant except for a lone shopper gazing at the display of a closed clothing store. I had to do a double take to make sure it was Elena. It certainly looked like her—a tall, slender woman in jeans and sneakers, her pale blond hair hanging loose down the back of her denim jacket. But window-shopping? At a display of women’s business clothes? This honeymoon was boring her even more than I’d feared.

As she studied the display, her gaze kept sliding to the right. I squinted to see what was drawing her attention, but the streetlights turned the glass into a mirror, reflecting … reflecting Cain.

She knew he was there. I exhaled in relief. The sound couldn’t have been loud enough for Elena to hear, but she went still, then pivoted just enough to see me. She jerked her attention back to the window and motioned, palm out, for me to stay put.

A quick sequence of charade moves warned me there was a mutt in that alley, but she would handle it and I could settle into backup mode. Then, mid-motion, she stopped and gave a slow smile, her teeth glinting in the darkness. Seeing that smile, I knew what she was thinking before she glanced over, her lips forming the word.

“Play?”

My grin answered.

No game is fair—or much fun—when one of the parties doesn’t realize he’s playing. So Elena started by drumming her fingers against her leg, her head twisting his way, a subtle hint that she knew Cain was there and was growing impatient waiting for his next move.

She glanced over her right shoulder, hair sweeping back as her face tilted his way, and I didn’t need to see her expression. I’d seen it often enough. Lips parted, eyes glittering beneath arched brows, a look that translated, in human or wolf, into: “Well, are you going to come get me or not?”

Cain slingshot from the alley so fast he stumbled. Elena laughed, a husky growl that made me lock my knees to keep from answering it myself. She took off, hair flashing behind her.

Cain teetered on the curb and stared after her in confusion and disappointment, the human telling him that a woman running in the other direction wasn’t a good sign. She stopped at the next corner and turned to face him.

He stepped off the curb. She took a slow stride back. Another forward, another back, and it wasn’t until the dance had gone on for nearly ten paces that the wolf instinct finally clicked on and he realized that, to her, running away meant not “I’m trying to escape” but “Catch me if you can.”

His broad face split into a grin. He winced, slapping a hand to his broken jaw. When he looked up, Elena was gone. One panicked glance around, then he broke into a run.

Had Elena been a wolf playing this mating ritual for real, she’d have ditched Cain after five minutes, deciding he either wasn’t interested enough or wasn’t competent enough to track her, and either way wasn’t worthy of her attention.

He kept losing her trail and backtracking. Or he’d glimpse a pedestrian down another road and take off that way before his nose told him it wasn’t her. Without a Pack, a werewolf grows up
immersed in human society, not trusting his wolf instincts, not knowing what to do with them. Cain seemed to be running on pure lust and enthusiasm, which, while amusing, wasn’t much of a challenge … or much fun.

After he backtracked over my trail twice—luckily not noticing—Elena decided it was time to take this game to the next level before Cain realized there was a third player. She led him to a park down by the river and then darted into a cluster of shrubs to Change. Cain caught up quickly. After a few seconds of trying unsuccessfully to see her naked through the bushes, he tore off to find a Changing spot of his own.

I guarded Elena until I heard Cain’s first grunt, assuring me he wasn’t about to change his mind. Then I ducked into a hiding place and undressed.

When I came out, Elena was already lying in the shadows, tail flicking against the ground, eager to be off. Seeing me a dozen feet away, she let out a soft chuff, her blue eyes rolling, saying, “Settle in—this could take a while.”

I was looking around when Cain’s bushes erupted in a flurry of rustling, punctuated by very human grunts. He’d barely begun.

Elena’s head slumped forward, muzzle resting on her forelegs as a sigh rippled through her flanks. I growled a laugh and loped off to set up the playing field.

I lay on a flat rock overlooking the path, my nose twitching as the river scents wafted past, making me salivate at the smell of fish. I hooked my forepaws over the rock and stretched, my back arching, nails extending, foot pads scraping against the rough broken edge. I’d been waiting awhile, and I could feel the ache in my muscles, urging me to get up, get moving, get running.

I stretched again and peered over the edge. The perfect launch-pad. Elena would lead Cain along the path and, with one leap, I’d have my workout. The chase, the hunt, the takedown—all more satisfying than the actual fight.

A low whine cut through the still night. I lifted my head, ears swiveling as they tracked the sound to a brown wolf a hundred feet away. Cain, whining for Elena, probably worried she’d given up and taken off.

After a moment, she appeared, a pale wraith sliding silently from the shadows. Cain let out a sharper whine and danced in place like a domestic dog seeing his master come home.

Elena continued toward him, taking her time, tail down, head high. She stopped about six feet away, making him come to her, gaze straight ahead, a queen granting her subject permission to approach.

Cain paced, keeping his distance. Her body language was perfectly clear—she was establishing hierarchy—but he didn’t know what to make of it, and kept pacing.

When he didn’t accept the invitation to approach and sniff her, Elena started turning away. Again, clear wolf behavior, not snubbing him, just coquettishly saying, “Well, if you aren’t interested …”

Cain went still. As she presented him with her flank, his head lowered, hackles rising. I leapt to my feet, nails scrabbling against the rock, a warning bark in my throat, but before it could escape, he sprang.

Cain grabbed Elena’s shoulder, his teeth sinking in as he whipped her off her feet. I raced down the slope as he threw her in the air. She hit the ground, spun, and dove at him, her snarls slicing through the night. Cain let out a yelp of surprise and pain as she ripped into him.

I stood there, ears forward, eyes straining, sight now the most critical sense as I watched and evaluated.

They continued to fight, a rolling ball of growls and fur and blood. I could smell that blood, his and hers, the latter making a
whimper shudder up from my gut. I shook it off and locked my legs, standing my ground.

Finally, Elena backed away, snarling, her head down, hackles up. Cain scrambled to his feet, shaking his head, blood splattering. As he recovered, Elena glanced in my direction.

My muscles coiled and uncoiled as I danced in place, my gaze fixed on him, twice her size, too much for her to handle if she didn’t have to, praying she made the safe choice. Of course she did. With Elena, common sense always wins over ego. With one final, lip-curling snarl, she ran toward my perch.

She’d covered half the distance when she swerved, circling an oak tree and going back the other way. I caught the scents, dog and human, and saw a man walking a terrier, heading this way.

Elena looped back, darting a weaving path around every obstacle she could find, trying to buy time. I glanced at the dog walker. An elderly man and an old dog, creeping along, oblivious and unhurried.

As Elena circled a small outbuilding, she dipped, her paw probably catching a rodent hole, not enough to make her stumble but slowing her down. Cain lunged. He only caught a mouthful of tail hair. As his snarl of frustration reverberated through the park, the old dog lifted his muzzle in a lazy sniff, then went back to dawdling along beside his master.

Elena disappeared behind the building. A yelp, loud enough to make even the man look up. Elena’s yelp. She shot from behind the building, a pale streak, low to the ground, running full-out now, Cain on her heels.

A third shape shot from behind the building, larger than the first two.
That
was Cain—I could make out the odd drop of his jaw. My gaze swung to Elena and the new mutt behind her. Cain had brought backup. Oh, shit!

I crouched, ready to leap from the rock. The man and dog rounded the corner, bringing them right into my path below. I looked over
my shoulder, at the long route, then at Elena, now tearing across the park, heading for the river, getting farther from me with each stride.

A split second of hesitation, and then I leapt, sailing over the man and dog and hitting the ground hard on the other side. The little dog started yelping, a high pitched
aii-aii-aii
. The old man wheezed and sputtered, his gasps echoing the pound of my paws as I raced away.

I started closing in on Cain. But he wasn’t the one I was worried about. I recognized the other mutt’s scent now. Brian McKay. Elena and I had rousted him last year when he killed a hooker. He might be smaller and older than Cain, but he was a hell of a lot more dangerous, and he was right on Elena’s tail, the gap between us only getting larger.

Come on, circle around! Bring him back to me!

She finally began to veer, but east, toward the river, heading up an embankment to a set of train tracks. At the top, she started to run back down, then sheered again, staying the course. McKay bought the fake-out, turning to race down the hill, probably hoping to cut her off in descent. When he saw her swerve back, he tried to stop himself but spun too sharp, losing his footing and tumbling down the embankment.