Code Wolf - Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

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tearing apart that damn fog in any way he could so that he’d be able to sleep.

      But who was he kidding? There’d be no way to sleep when he had to find Riley Price and convince her that she hadn’t seen what she had seen.

      There’d be no way to rest until he made her understand there was no such thing as a werewolf, and that she must have been mistaken due to the darkness of the alley if she thought there was.

      Those urges had to be tamped down for the moment, however, because his pack was waiting for their alpha.

      Was the weakness the vampire had mentioned about Riley?

      Did he believe that?

      There was no way to skip over this encounter with the vampire, or ignore what it meant. Either the vamps had evolved somehow and learned new crafts, or he had just come face-to-face, more or less, with their damn queen.

      Damaris.

      If that was true, he had, for the first time, experienced the power of a centuries-old vampire that had been around as long as there had been history. A powerful female bloodsucker that had gone after his ex-lover two years before and had caused McKenna Randall to accept the so-called blood gift that only a pair of fangs could offer in order to fight back. McKenna had accepted immortality by way of a Blood Knight’s kiss. Her new lover’s kiss.

      McKenna had been given the gift of an everlasting life span from an immortal warrior who had walked the earth for as long as Damaris had, and who once had gone by the name of Galahad. The same motorcycle riding superpower that had stolen McKenna’s heart, and then had taken her away.

      A goddamn immortal who rode a Harley instead of a steed.

      “Derek?” Dale called out.

      Derek backed into the shadows and absorbed the flash of pain that came with downsizing again. He headed for the street, already planning what he had to do to warn his pack about the future, before he’d try to find Riley Price and get to the heart of the problems piling up.

      In his mind, like a lingering echo, he heard that vampire’s message. She is not for you, wolf.

      It was no longer to be an average fight with a vampire. Whether or not anyone liked it, the stakes had just gone up.

       Chapter 9

      Riley made it to her car and got in wishing she had avoided coming out in the full moon altogether. With a shaky hand, she finally got the key inserted and started the engine, not sure which direction to go, but needing to get away from where she was.

      There had been a werewolf in that alley, and though the beast had looked dangerous, it hadn’t come after her. Two close calls in one night made this the worst night in her life as far as stumbling into danger went. It also made her the luckiest woman in Seattle to have emerged relatively unscathed.

      She pulled away from the curb, nearly scraping the car parked in front of her. Though she drove too fast, she couldn’t help it. Adrenaline pumped through her body in a fight-or-flight reaction to what she’d seen in that alley, and there hadn’t been time to tame it.

      She had to tell someone.

      She couldn’t call her dad after what they had been through. There was no way she could mention the word werewolf to her father.

      The western headquarters of the Seattle PD was housed in an old building north of the city’s hot spots. She found it easily, parked and turned off the engine. Above the roar of her pulse, Riley tried to remember the name of the officer who had spoken to her after the earlier incident, hoping that if she found him, he’d help her find Detective Miller.

       And then what?

      Was there any way to explain about what she had seen?

      She didn’t get out of the car. Instead, Riley sat there, watching cruisers and cops come and go, comforted by the uniforms and the badges that were reminders of her family and of her home. The truth was that she was afraid to actually find Miller. She was now afraid to mention any of this to anyone at all.

      After fifteen minutes had passed, she reached for the key, still in the ignition, ready to back out of what she had been about to do. Startled by a knock on her window, she glanced sideways to find one of the police she had been looking for. Officer Marshall, the cop who had hinted at knowing the men that had come to her aid during her attack.

      Riley opened the car door. On legs that were astonishingly solid after the night she’d had, she got out and faced the young officer.

      “Do you need help, Miss Price?” he asked politely.

      “I’m wondering if you might help me find Detective Miller.”

      “Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked.

      “He came by my office to ask me some questions and I wasn’t in the mood to answer. I thought I’d make up for that now if he’s around.”

      “On a night like this one, Miller seldom comes in.”

      Riley met the officer’s dark-eyed gaze.

      “When a full moon comes, all sorts of crazy things happen in this city,” he explained. “Most of the guys that work here have to put in some overtime to help curb all that. Miller and his crew are on the night shift tonight. They’ll be driving around, waiting for a call.”

      Though Riley tried to smile, her lips wouldn’t comply. While she should have felt relieved about not having to face Miller with her story, there was no relief at all, just an inexplicable, deep-down feeling of being at a complete loss as to how to even begin to explain what she’d seen.

      “Can you please tell him I came by? He knows where to find me,” she said.

      Officer Marshall nodded. “Sure.” Then he waited, probably in case she had something else to say.

      “Is Miller a good detective?” Riley asked.

      “One of the best,” Marshall replied.

      Riley glanced up at the officer and said the stupid thing that had been on the tip of her tongue for the last five minutes, then immediately regretted it.

      “Does he always wear a shirt? On the job, I mean?”

      The young officer smiled to placate her. “I would assume that he does. Is there a reason you asked? Maybe you’re thinking about the men who helped you tonight? You said they didn’t wear shirts, I believe?”

      “Yes, well, the detective sort of looks like one of those guys, and I was just—”

      “I doubt very much if our detectives who aren’t undercover run around half-naked,” the officer said. “I can’t account for all of them, of course, you understand. But it’s highly doubtful that your guy and Miller are one and the same. I will tell the detective you stopped by, though.”

      “Yes. Thank you.”

      She got back into the car feeling a little foolish about bringing up the shirt detail, yet not nearly foolish enough to let it go. So she spoke again to Office Marshall in parting. “He’d probably look good without a shirt. But you don’t have to tell him I said that.”

      Officer Marshall closed her car door. Though he remained sober-faced and professional, Riley was sure he was trying not to laugh.

      Derek didn’t mean to ignore his inner chastisements, and didn’t actually realize his mind was elsewhere until Dale punched him in the shoulder hard enough to wake him up.

      “It’s not a good sign,” Dale said. “If that thing in the alley actually is what you think it is, why would a vampire Prime show up now, after all this time? Why would she suddenly come out to confront us?”

      Derek had no idea how to answer that.

      “It

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