“Are you saying it was a wolf?” I demanded. This meeting was taking a turn I hadn’t expected, particularly since I already knew who the culprit was, but just couldn’t find the right words to tell either of them. Having a bori running loose in the area was just as much of a nightmare situation as it was when the animal clan naturi were searching for Mira months ago.

“No,” Barrett sharply said, holding up both hands. “But I saw the pictures and the report of the zoologist. Animal bites turn all eyes away from vamps and over to my people.”

“Have you spoken to your people?” Mira asked. Her left hand slipped back onto the table so that her long fingers now caressed the slender stem of her wineglass.

“Yes, only a couple knew of the woman and those that did knew she preferred to run with your kind. I can vouch for all of my people, even Gromenko.”

I shook my head, a wry smile pulling at the corners of my mouth no matter how hard I tried to hold it in. “Why do I feel like there is a ‘but’ hanging off the edge of that sentence?”

“Because there is,” Barrett grumbled. He took a deep drink of his wine and placed the glass back on the table before he continued. “Just because I can vouch for my pack does not clear my people. It looks like an animal bite. A rogue could have moved into the area, and I don’t know it yet. I can’t be sure for another couple weeks.”

A quick count in my head left me with the full moon in two weeks. Barrett’s powers would be at their peak. I could only guess that he would be able to more accurately scan the region for a rogue, or possibly even call the outsider to him. I wasn’t sure. My experiences with werewolves and other shapeshifters had been limited. And after discovering that many of the things I had been told about nightwalkers were wrong, I wasn’t too willing to risk my life on the information I did have regarding lycanthropes.

“If the killer was a lycan, you’ve got more to worry about than just a rogue,” Mira said, her eyes falling to the table where she traced the tip of her fingernail over the tablecloth. “I’ve been to the apartment and to see the body. There’s an odor clinging to both I don’t think I’ve ever encountered before.”

“Is that why you are here?” Barrett said, his voice hardening to stone as he looked over at me. “To find the killer?”

“I’m here to get this question answered as quickly and quietly as possible, regardless of who the culprit is.” My right hand slipped to the edge of the table and it was a struggle to keep from balling it into a fist. I didn’t think it was prudent at that moment to reveal that the head of Themis also charged me with the task of protecting Mira. I doubted the nightwalker was even aware of Ryan’s wishes on that front.

“He is right,” Mira conceded when Barrett looked at her. “However, I think there is more at work here.”

“The naturi,” Barrett said.

I watched Mira as she nodded, her gaze falling back to her wineglass. Her long red hair fell forward to create a curtain around her face, as if trying to shield her from the curious as she sank into her own dark thoughts. But there was no missing the movement of her jaw as she clenched her teeth or how her full lips flattened into a hard, thin line.

“Possibly,” I said when she seemed unwilling to continue. “I am willing to bet that members of the animal clan can shape-shift.”

“Yes.” The single word escaped Barrett in a hiss. “I have felt them in the area. We enjoyed the break in September when you wiped them from the region, but little by little since your return from Peru, we have felt their presence creep back into the area.” Barrett paused and directed his piercing gaze at me as if he meant to pin me to the spot. “I heard you hunted them in the city. Animal clan?”

“No,” I sharply replied. “Six wind clan naturi at the conservatory.”

“Are there…?” Barrett paused and licked his lips before trying again. “Have you seen any animal clan here?”

I understood his caution, his fear. In the world of the naturi, the animal clan held the biggest threat to the lycanthropes. They had the ability to call and control the shapeshifters.

In September, more than a dozen werewolves had been slaughtered at Machu Picchu when the naturi sent them against the nightwalkers ascending the mountain in an attempt to stop the sacrifice that would open the doorway for the naturi. And still more were missing from their packs.

“I’ve seen no member of the animal clan in this area,” I said. “Last night’s encounter was with a group of wind clan members of the naturi.”

“Keep your people close to you at all times.” Mira’s voice was low and seemed to slowly creep across the table toward us. “Hold them together. Stay in their minds. The naturi will wear us down and build their army by picking us off one at a time.”

“I will,” Barrett said with a stiff nod.

Mira blinked a couple times and lifted her head, straightening her shoulders, as if she were waking up from a bad dream. I resisted the urge to lay my hand on her arm. She was fighting back a swell of emotions that were attempting to overwhelm her. I could feel the chaos swirling in her when she thought of the naturi. They had tortured her, killed her people, and killed a human that was very close to her. So much of her world had been ripped apart by the naturi.

When I started on this journey, the naturi were little more than a job for me. I had heard the stories of their evil, the way they killed humans with no thought, no remorse. To them, humans were a blight on the Earth that needed to be expunged.

But that changed when I captured a half-mad naturi called Nerian. During his captivity, he told me more about Mira than any other had been able to tell me. Nerian had been her personal tormentor during the nightwalker’s two-week captivity centuries ago. He told me in gruesome detail the physical and mental torture she had endured. Nerian could relate the intensity of her pain to the tone and style of her begging. And she had managed to survive only because they could not reach her mind during the daylight hours.

When Mira saw the naturi or even spoke of them, her body seemed to relive the pain over again until it nearly consumed her. I had seen the pain reflected in her wide violet eyes and touched the scars on her back where they had carved symbols from their language so deeply she could never heal them.

Mira’s pain gave me cause to hate them. The nightwalker and I seemed to be forever on opposite sides of our own personal war, but I respected her sense of honor and justice. She was loyal to those who earned her respect and kept her word regardless of the danger to herself.

With a blink and a smile that attempted to cloak deeper emotions, Mira looked up at Barrett and extended her hand. “We should be going. We have other matters to look into tonight.”

Barrett took her hand and squeezed it briefly before releasing it. “I understand. Good luck.”

“Before you go,” I said quickly, stopping the shifter before he could slide to his feet, “I wish to ask a favor. It’s for a friend.”

Barrett frowned at me as he folded his hands on the table before him. “I hope you’re not looking to extend my family any further.”

“No, but he does need help,” I said, and then hesitated. I didn’t know how to continue. James couldn’t go through this alone and Themis wasn’t equipped to help him. They didn’t have the knowledge and experience that Barrett possessed. “We thought he was in the clear. He hadn’t shown any signs, but something happened recently…”

Barrett’s expression eased to one of concern. “And you’re sure he’s going to change?”

“He went through a partial shift when we didn’t think he could at all,” I explained. To my left, Mira remained surprisingly silent, though I had a feeling that she was simply waiting until we were alone so that she could pound me with questions.