"She's human," said Erick, wishing he could let it go and get back to the business of fucking. But damn, Tarn had lost his mind. He wanted to mate with the chick who'd tried to kill him.

"We'll bring her to Leona."

Erick's cock was totally flaccid now, and the mood had all but fizzled. Why had he opened his fat mouth? "Leona has the bite?"

"It's not common knowledge," said Tarn. "Not many wolves have the ability, and females are almost never born with the gift."

"So. You want to track down our would-be murderer. Talk her into mating with both of us. Then take her to Looney Leona and turn her into a werewolf."

Tarn nodded. "Yeah. That about sums it up."

Erick stared at him for so long, he made Tarn uncomfortable enough to look away. His lover's gaze flickered toward the window; his eyes widened and he flattened against Erick.

"Hey!" With Tarn's full weight on him it was hard to take a breath.

"It's her," Tarn whispered. "She's unlocking that green car a few spaces away." He lifted his head and peered out the window again. "It's a Prius."

"Quit digging your elbows into my chest." Erick paused. "Prius? One of those hybrid cars? Our killer has an eco-conscience?"

"Apparently." Tarn looked down at Erick. "We'll go out on the left, circle our car from the back, and surprise her."

Erick was all in. He hoped they were able to freak her the way she'd freaked them. He was a trained warrior, a fucking Kragen for wolf's sake, and it chapped his fur that a human female had gotten the drop on him. Frankly, if Tarn hadn't been so caught up in his own emotional angst, he would've never let Erick distract him. Erick wasn't too good at curbing his impulses. He was awesome in battle so long as someone else took the lead; and Tarn was a born leader.

Tarn quietly popped opened the door and slid out to the ground, crouching as he used the SUV for cover. Erick followed, shutting the door, and meeting Tarn at the bumper. They peered around. Three spaces down he saw the back end of the Prius. Only one car was parked between theirs and hers. It was a rusted Toyota, and not exactly big enough to hide them.

"What's she doing?"

Tarn shot an annoyed look over his shoulder. "Putting on lipstick? Shining her silver daggers? How the fuck do I know?"

Erick rolled his eyes. "She should've taken off by now."

"Let's take advantage of it. We'll go in fast," said Tarn. "I'll take the back. You take the front."

"She has a gun," warned Erick. "Probably silver bullets, too."

"Noted." Tarn send Erick one last look. "Go!"

They took off. Tarn ran behind the parked cars, and Erick rounded the Toyota, and skidded to the side of the Prius. The woman looked up at him, her mouth rounded in an "O" of surprise.

Naturally the doors were locked, so he bashed in the window. Glass shattered; his knuckles bloodied. He bared his teeth and growled. "Remember me?"

He reached in and unlocked the passenger side door. He moved to restrain her, but she wasn't trying to fight. He realized then something was wrong. Her face was gray. Her shaking hand clenched a prescription bottle.

"Erick!" Tarn waited on the driver's side, his gaze impatient. Erick unlocked the door. Tarn threw it open, reached in and pulled out the woman.

"What the hell is wrong with her?" asked Erick. This wasn't the way he'd expected for things to go down.

"I don't know." Tarn pried the bottle from her hand and read the label. Then he opened the cap and poured out a pill, sticking it between the woman's blue lips.

"Swallow," commanded Tarn.

Her eyes went wild, rolling into the back of her head, and she convulsed once before going limp.

"That went well." Erick exited the car. "Is she dead?" He squatted on the other side of her and looked down, more surprised than worried. He hadn't forgotten she'd stabbed Tarn and tried to slice open his own throat.

"Unconscious." Tarn pried her mouth open and looked inside. "She managed to swallow the meds before she passed out."

"What now?"

"I'll put her in the SUV. You follow me back to the motel in the Prius."

"Why do I have to drive the pussy car?"

Tarn slanted him a look, but obviously decided the insult was too easy. He scooped up the girl and stood. "Get going, princess. Your sparkly green chariot awaits." "Oh, fuck you."