I turned my back to Nicolai and stepped away from the car, searching for some open ground. The other shifter stood nearby, off to my left.

“You brought me here,” I called into the darkness. The palm of my right hand itched, urging me to grab the knife that was nestled against my lower back, but I wouldn’t be the one to start this fight.

“Why are you in Savannah? Why did you come back?” asked the second lycan. His voice was younger, with a slight Southern accent, as if he’d been born and raised in South Georgia.

“Vacation.” I flexed my hands against the bite of cold in the damp, musty air. The enclosed tunnel was several degrees colder than the sun-kissed River Walk, causing my breath to fog as I exhaled.

“Is that why you were here during the summer?” asked the first. “Vacation? Kill a few vampires and catch a couple ship shots down at Tubby’s,” he suggested, mentioning one of the restaurants down along the River Walk.

“I don’t do shots.” Behind me, Nicolai snickered.

“Look, man, I personally don’t care if you stake a few bloodsuckers while you’re in town.” The easy, placating tone from the younger werewolf instantly put me on edge. “Hell, wipe out their whole fucking kind if it’s how you get off, but since you didn’t kill them all, we gotta keep the peace.”

The lycanthrope to my right circled closer, his feet scuffing the dirt-covered floor. The scent of earth and rain started to drift into the air as if a breeze had run across a field and gotten lost in the tunnels. He was dipping into his powers. “What did you do with Mira?”

Every muscle in my body stiffened. James had made no mention that the nightwalker wouldn’t be here when I arrived. In fact, I’d almost anticipated an awkward reunion once the sun set. But she wasn’t here?

“I haven’t seen her.” I widened my stance slightly.

“You attacked her in July, and now you’re back to finish the job. Where is she?” the first lycanthrope demanded.

I knew they wouldn’t believe me. “If Mira’s missing, it happened before I arrived. I just stepped off the plane this morning. I’ve been in Europe the past three months. I haven’t seen her.”

“What about Themis?” Nicolai demanded. A soft whisper of cloth rubbing was my only indication that the blond werewolf had moved. “Don’t they have other hunters like you?”

I kept my attention on the lycans I knew were a threat. “No one has been sent to Savannah. I should know. It’s my job to issue the orders. I’m the only Themis member in town. If some other hunter got his hands on her, I would know it.”

“Our—” Nicolai was cut off by a low growl from the right. “Something happened two nights ago and she has yet to answer our calls. With your sudden appearance in town, one has to wonder if Themis is playing in our neck of the woods now.”

So I was, naturally, their prime suspect. I was probably the only suspect. “I don’t know where she is,” I snarled.

A subtle shifting in the air was my only warning, the scent of earth and rain intensifying as the shifter to my right rushed me. Bending my right knee, I lowered my right shoulder and put it into his stomach. I used his own momentum to flip him over my back. The crunch of the car’s side panel giving under the weight of the man as he crashed into it filled the silence. My attention shifted to the second lycanthrope, who was inching closer, his eyes glowing reddish brown in the darkness. I felt confident that he wouldn’t change. It would take too long and it left him vulnerable for several minutes. But that didn’t mean that his strength and speed weren’t already enhanced by being a werewolf in the first place.

As I tensed for the attack, I was hit from behind. The lycan I had thrown into the car recovered faster than I had expected. I hit the ground hard with him on top of me, my shoulder slamming into a large rock. His fist crashed into my jaw, hitting my head against the ground. Stars lit up the darkness, momentarily distracting me from the pain that exploded in my stomach as he landed a punch to my gut. I twisted beneath my attacker, grabbing his neck with my left hand. Pressing my thumb into his windpipe, I closed off his throat. The lycan grabbed at my wrist with both hands, desperate to loosen my grip. With him distracted, I finally pushed him back so that I could roll to my knees.

The second shifter took the opportunity to wrap his arm around my throat as he tried to pull me off his companion. Releasing the first werewolf, I kicked him hard in the chest, sending him back into one of the columns as his companion pulled me away. In surprise, the younger shifter loosened his grip briefly. Grabbing his arm, I threw him into his companion. They crumpled into a heap against the stone column, covered in dirt.

I couldn’t stop the grunt of pain that escaped me as I pushed to my feet again. Too many fights and too few hours of sleep had left me slow and sore. I rubbed my jaw, trying to ignore the headache that was throbbing in at the back of my skull. The two lycanthropes were slowly untangling themselves and getting to their feet.

The older of the two lycanthropes pulled a blade from where it had been held in a sheath attached to his belt. The silver knife flashed as it reflected a fragment of light from the car’s headlights. I reached behind my back and drew my own knife from my lower back and smiled. I had been content to keep this limited to a brief scuffle in the dirt, but if they wanted blood, I’d give it to them.

To my surprise, the other lycanthrope pulled a small gun and held it trained on me. The sight of the gun wavered slightly as the young man’s hand shook. My heartbeat picked up its pace and a cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck as I held my body perfectly still. This fight was taking a turn that I wasn’t expecting.

“Shawn!” Nicolai snapped.

“I’m just making sure that this fight stays fair!” the young man shouted back with a tremble in his voice. “I’ve heard things. Heard he’s got powers. It’s the only way that he could possibly survive going up against Mira. I’m just making sure that he keeps things fair.”

Fair? Two on one was fair? I kept my comments to myself as the older lycanthrope started to circle me to the right, stepping carefully over bits of broken rock and crushed beer cans. I moved within him, struggling to keep my attention fully on the man with the knife and not on the man with the gun.

He lunged at me first, using his amazing speed to his advantage. Instead of jerking backward, I slid to the side with ease, which allowed me to slash the blade along the man’s rib cage. The blade cut though the man’s coat, shirt, and skimmed his skin to give him a minor flesh wound, but it was enough to get his attention. With a growl, he pivoted on his left foot and stabbed at me again, but I was gone from the spot before he could make any kind of contact.

I had been fighting with blades for close to two millennia. They were an extension of my body. He hadn’t a hope in the world of defeating me. I was just hoping that the other man didn’t try to put a bullet in my temple when I finally brought his friend down. I inhaled slowly as the man made his attack and exhaled as my blade slashed across bare skin, taking my opponent down one notch at a time. As I flowed to my right, I stabbed the man in the side, sliding the blade through vital organs for a split second. The man cried out and tumbled to his knees. The blade fell out of his hand as he clutched his side in pain. I had no doubt that he would easily heal from this minor wound with a little time. However, I still had his companion to worry about. This dance of knives was over, quicker than I had anticipated, and now it was time to deal with the man with the gun.

In a flash, I darted behind downed werewolf. Grabbing his short brown hair in one hand, I placed my knife against his Adam’s apple, pressing just deep enough to allow a trickle of blood to slip down his throat. Shawn held the gun with both hands, the weapon shaking violently as it was trained on us.