People and vampires were going to die tonight. I had seven rounds in my little Colt automatic as backup to my fangs and talons.

Coyote was back. Sort of. And he watched over Veronica. I'd rather have him by my side, but at least I didn't have to worry about her.

Coyote alive. It sounded great. I opened the throttle and zoomed along the freeway.

I rode to Verdugo City. In Spanish, verdugo meant assassin. Lara Phillips lived in the city of the assassin.

I slowed to enter her neighborhood. My fingers and ears tingled from my sixth sense.

Slow down, Felix. Don't stumble into another trap.

I paused at the corner to observe her house. Lara hurried down the steps from her front door and climbed into Niphe's BMW coupe. She carried a canvas bag. Her aura bristled with agitation, as if she expected-or contemplated-trouble. A red aura and an orange aura waited in the BMW. Niphe drove, and the vampire rode up front.

Why was Lara Phillips riding in Niphe's car? Where were they going? To see Cragnow? Or someone else? Council-woman Venin?

Did the vampire notice the state of her aura? Or was he wearing contacts?

The BMW pulled away. I followed, keeping a discreet distance.

Niphe drove like a demon. To keep track of him all I had to do was follow the fastest set of taillights busting through traffic.

The BMW left the Ventura Freeway and got on Coldwater Canyon. They headed for Cragnow's estate. Getting in would be difficult, unless I attacked in a form they didn't expect.

I turned off Mulholland and ditched the Yamaha behind a clump of Joshua trees. I found a soft patch of dirt between short desert palms and removed my clothes, folding them into a neat pile that I tucked into the chaparral.

I set my hands and knees into the dirt and summoned the transformation.

Energy like fire burned through my nerves and flesh. My bones twisted and reformed. The marrow boiled with agony. Fur pushed through my skin with needlelike pain. My head felt squeezed in a vise that forced my jaws away from my skull. My fingers retracted into my hand, and my hands and feet turned into stunted, clawed paws.

I lay on my side, panting. The pain of the transformation receded into a fading ache. I flexed my legs and stretched, cognizant of new strengths and powers.

I lifted my snout. The night air filled my nose with a thousand new scents: wild blossoms; waxy leaves; insects; the droppings of birds and mammals. My ears detected tiny creatures scrambling under leaves and across the sand.

I stood on my paws. A glance across the scrub revealed nothing hostile.

I chose a path through the darkest of the shadows in the chaparral and trotted toward Cragnow's home. Branches and spines raked my sides and my fur absorbed the noise. I ducked under the twisted branches of an oak and traveled through the darkest void in the gloom.

A car started and its door slammed. The engine growled and gravel pinged against metal.

I galloped through the weeds and rocks.

I reached the edge of the shrub. Twin red lights flashed at the entrance to Cragnow's estate. The lights dimmed, the car made a right turn at Mulholland, and vanished past the trees. The burning fart smell of the engine hung in the air. Two cars remained on the flat field of gravel. Niphe's car was gone. Who had left, and why in such a hurry?

I stepped away from the chaparral and onto the gravel field. Lights illuminated the inside of Cragnow's home. I moved carefully, ready to jump aside in case a human fire weapon barked at me.

Nothing.

Moving close to the entrance I smelled the sharp odor belched by a fire weapon. Then I smelled blood-human and vampire.

An orange aura appeared from behind a jasmine bush. The aura moved low, as if the vampire crawled on all fours. A musky odor drifted to me. He was also in the form of a wolf.

His eyes glared. He growled, his lips wrinkling to expose long teeth.

I growled back and advanced across the wooden path above a shallow stream of water.

He limped close. I smelled almonds. Blood glistened on his haunches. Pain showed through his aura. He was wounded and what else?

I crept toward him. We snarled. The hair on our necks bristled. Our ears folded back, and our fangs extended to combat length.

We circled to the right. Our bodies trembled in excitement.

He lunged, but his attack was clumsy. I knocked aside his snout with my left shoulder. His jaws snapped along my ear while I twisted my neck to seize his throat.

My teeth sank into fur and I pushed hard to drive my fangs deeper. He tried to pull away and I pushed again, harder still.

I used my paws to trip his front legs. He fell on his side and scrambled to regain his footing. I kept my jaws fastened on his neck.

My teeth worked through the fur and found his windpipe. I bit hard. Blood spurt onto my tongue.

It tasted wrong. I let go and stepped back. I hacked to get rid of the taste in my mouth.

The wolf's legs and head trembled. His wounds and my attack weren't enough to cause this.

His aura flickered.

He wasn't going anywhere soon, and if he died, so what? I stepped around him and proceeded into Cragnow's home. No one seemed to hear the noise of the fight. Why?

I followed the scent of spilled blood. I padded across the downy soft ground of a corridor until it opened into a large human cave.

Niphe lay on the ground, facedown, his feet toward me. No aura flickered around him. A glass rested in the middle of a wet spot on the ground. The spot smelled of almonds. What was this?

Someone rustled farther back in the home.

A vampire and Niphe had brought Lara here. Niphe was dead and the vampire was close to it. Who remained? Lara? Cragnow? What about the shooter?

I advanced cautiously, peeking around the corners of the cave.

Cragnow sat in a chair with his back to a large window filled with night stars. His aura pulsed in agony. Blood wept from two holes in his chest. His broken eyeglasses rested by his feet.

His eyes rolled toward me, and a wave of hatred surged through his aura. He struggled to get up. But he couldn't. His wounds weren't fatal to a vampire, but for now they immobilized him with pain.

I sat on my haunches and ignored his suffering. I listened and sniffed. We were alone.

Good. I needed to question him.

I closed my eyes and began the transformation back into a vampire. Agony wracked me as bones twisted and stretched again. My skin burned where fur withdrew into flesh. Pain engulfed my head as my skull grew round and teeth retracted into the shrinking jaws.

Thoughts collided like spilled marbles. The smells in my nose became pale and the sounds in my ears muted.

I pushed off the carpet, my chest heaving, pain dissolving into memory. I stood naked before Cragnow.

"Greetings," I said. "Hope I'm dressed for the occasion."

His eyes brimmed with malice. "You denied it before, but you're from the Araneum, aren't you?"

"Guilty. But it seems someone else has done the heavy lifting for me. Who?"

"That bitch Lara poisoned us with cyanide. She mixed it with Amaretto to disguise the smell." An empty highball glass sat on an end table beside him.

Cyanide? That's what the wolf's blood had tasted of. I wiped spit from my mouth. Amaretto would mask the almond scent of the poison.

Cragnow coughed. Blood pumped out the holes in his chest. "Then she shot me."

Poisoned and shot? Not enough to kill a vampire like Cragnow but enough to keep him uncomfortable for a long time.

"Why did Lara do this?"

"To kill me. She wants to stop us from taking over Journey's church. And revenge. Lara blamed me for leading Roxy into the life."