Chapter One
Dylan Maxwell prowled Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, waiting for his contact.
Some woman with dark hair. Yeah, great description. That told him a lot.
Then again, at two in the morning, he didn’t expect to find a lot of females wandering the depths of the park. In fact, with the recent killings it was damned dangerous for a woman to wander alone in one of these parks in the middle of the night. He wondered if she was planning to bring someone along to protect her.
Zipping his jacket closed, he leaned against the thick tree and tried to discern which direction the infernal wind was coming from. He finally gave up, deciding it was swirling in off the Bay and hitting from all sides. There was no hope of getting warm.
He was just going to be cold.
It was freakin’ July, for the love of God. How could it possibly be so cold in California in July? It was supposed to be summer here. Home in Oklahoma he’d be sweltering, the air conditioner cranked. Not that he got home that often anymore.
Working for the National Crime Agency kept him on the road nearly all the time. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d either had a vacation or been home.
Damn good thing he liked to travel.
And now he was loitering in a park, skulking behind a tree like a pervert. He was really going to have to get better info out of the NCA analysts. This was a big case. The murders were grisly, all having occurred in parks in the middle of the night, and the remains—well, what had been left of the bodies anyway—hadn’t given them much information. And they were similar to killings that occurred previously in other West Coast states a couple years ago, which was why the NCA had been called in.
They’d been following this case for months, with very few leads and really messy evidence. The crime scenes had been grisly as hell; bodies completely torn apart.
4
Legend’s Passion
Animal attacks, they had thought at first. Bite marks and hair had suggested a wild pack of wolves, but that made no sense at all. Wolves would have been easily spotted and captured, and so far animal control and wildlife authorities hadn’t tracked a single wolf, much less a pack of them.
Then again, nothing much about this case made sense. Because saliva tests indicated human.
Fucking weirdo cult no doubt. And now they’d received an anonymous lead from a woman who said she had vital information on the case. Which was probably a false lead, but just in case it wasn’t, they had to follow up. This woman had way too much detailed information about the case to be a fluke. Maybe, just maybe, it would be the break they needed.
So here he was. Waiting. And freezing his fucking ass off. Maybe he’d get lucky and instead of the informant the actual killer would decide to show up. He could solve this case and go home for a little R and R.
Where it was warm.
Chantal Devlin closed her laptop and stretched, then stood, looking out the window of her office at the gorgeous view of San Francisco spread out before her.
She wrinkled her nose, then yawned.
God, she was bored. And tense. And frustrated. And horny. And so ready for a little action. Buried at her desk for the past three months, she was relieved to finally put the last filing together on this case. Long, tedious and dull, dull, dull.
What she needed right now was action. A little run.
And a lot of fucking.
Pent-up anxiety and need sizzled through her nerve endings. She hadn’t shifted and had some fun in far too long. Work had kept her tied up and in human form for months now.
5
Jaci Burton
She was ready to play. Her pack contact had set her up with a guy for tonight. An out-of-towner from the South, because she refused to fuck anyone within the pack. And of course she would never, ever, fuck a human. The risk of accidentally turning one was too great. She wasn’t anywhere near ready to mate with another pack wolf and the pack liaison knew that, so this guy coming in from out of
Dylan Maxwell prowled Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, waiting for his contact.
Some woman with dark hair. Yeah, great description. That told him a lot.
Then again, at two in the morning, he didn’t expect to find a lot of females wandering the depths of the park. In fact, with the recent killings it was damned dangerous for a woman to wander alone in one of these parks in the middle of the night. He wondered if she was planning to bring someone along to protect her.
Zipping his jacket closed, he leaned against the thick tree and tried to discern which direction the infernal wind was coming from. He finally gave up, deciding it was swirling in off the Bay and hitting from all sides. There was no hope of getting warm.
He was just going to be cold.
It was freakin’ July, for the love of God. How could it possibly be so cold in California in July? It was supposed to be summer here. Home in Oklahoma he’d be sweltering, the air conditioner cranked. Not that he got home that often anymore.
Working for the National Crime Agency kept him on the road nearly all the time. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d either had a vacation or been home.
Damn good thing he liked to travel.
And now he was loitering in a park, skulking behind a tree like a pervert. He was really going to have to get better info out of the NCA analysts. This was a big case. The murders were grisly, all having occurred in parks in the middle of the night, and the remains—well, what had been left of the bodies anyway—hadn’t given them much information. And they were similar to killings that occurred previously in other West Coast states a couple years ago, which was why the NCA had been called in.
They’d been following this case for months, with very few leads and really messy evidence. The crime scenes had been grisly as hell; bodies completely torn apart.
4
Legend’s Passion
Animal attacks, they had thought at first. Bite marks and hair had suggested a wild pack of wolves, but that made no sense at all. Wolves would have been easily spotted and captured, and so far animal control and wildlife authorities hadn’t tracked a single wolf, much less a pack of them.
Then again, nothing much about this case made sense. Because saliva tests indicated human.
Fucking weirdo cult no doubt. And now they’d received an anonymous lead from a woman who said she had vital information on the case. Which was probably a false lead, but just in case it wasn’t, they had to follow up. This woman had way too much detailed information about the case to be a fluke. Maybe, just maybe, it would be the break they needed.
So here he was. Waiting. And freezing his fucking ass off. Maybe he’d get lucky and instead of the informant the actual killer would decide to show up. He could solve this case and go home for a little R and R.
Where it was warm.
Chantal Devlin closed her laptop and stretched, then stood, looking out the window of her office at the gorgeous view of San Francisco spread out before her.
She wrinkled her nose, then yawned.
God, she was bored. And tense. And frustrated. And horny. And so ready for a little action. Buried at her desk for the past three months, she was relieved to finally put the last filing together on this case. Long, tedious and dull, dull, dull.
What she needed right now was action. A little run.
And a lot of fucking.
Pent-up anxiety and need sizzled through her nerve endings. She hadn’t shifted and had some fun in far too long. Work had kept her tied up and in human form for months now.
5
Jaci Burton
She was ready to play. Her pack contact had set her up with a guy for tonight. An out-of-towner from the South, because she refused to fuck anyone within the pack. And of course she would never, ever, fuck a human. The risk of accidentally turning one was too great. She wasn’t anywhere near ready to mate with another pack wolf and the pack liaison knew that, so this guy coming in from out of
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