She didn’t trip or falter once. In the woods, I fell behind. My belly made sharp turns and twists near-impossible.

A car horn blared, and my ears shot forward. The rumble of tires, the stench of exhaust, the faint glow of streetlights. Damn! Another hundred feet and we’d be out of the park. I skidded to a halt, threw back my head and howled. Before the last note left my throat, Clay’s answering cry came from southwest…and Zoe was heading due south. He’d never cut her off in time.

I roared back into pursuit, scanning the darkness as I ran. Zoe’s T-shirt bobbed to my left, but I already knew she was there. What I wanted was-There, just southeast of us, an open patch.

I flew forward on a southwest angle, coming up to the right of her. Like anything fleeing a predator, she instinctively turned away from me and headed southeast. When she hit the edge of the clearing, I hunkered down, running as fast as I could, counting off the paces between us and then…airborne.

I hit Zoe between the shoulder blades. She tripped, and as she fell, she twisted so we ended face-to-face, me atop her.

Zoe looked up and met my eyes. Hers widened, surprised and…delighted. A throaty laugh.

“It is you, isn’t it?” She stroked the ruff on my neck. I growled, but she only smiled. “That hair is unmistakable. I don’t know which is more beautiful-the woman or the wolf.” Her eyes glinted. “Equally deadly either way, I’ll bet.”

She buried her fingers in my fur. I snapped. She laughed.

“Tetchy. You prefer the chase to the catch, don’t you?” A wicked grin. “We can have another go. You’ve won this round, so I’ll give you your forfeit-tell you what I know about the letter. But if you’d rather play some more before we get down to business, I’m game.”

I lifted my head to look for Clay. Zoe brushed her fingertips along the fur at my throat. I snapped again.

“Come now, I’m only curious. I’ve never touched a werewolf. The only two I’ve met weren’t the sort I cared to talk to, much less touch.”

She leaned back for a better look. “A female werewolf. There can’t be many of you around. Shame really. Women make the better predators, I’ve always said. Or certainly the more interesting ones.”

She continued to talk. Being unable to speak gave me a good excuse for not participating in the conversation. Zoe didn’t seem to mind, just lay there on her back, pinned by a wolf, chatting as calmly as if we were back in Miller’s, having a beer.

About ten minutes after my takedown, the bushes rustled. Clay stepped through, Changed into human form and dressed in sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt. Clothesline pickings.

“Got you some clothes, darling,” he said. “Should fit, but probably not well.”

He laid them justoutside a thicket where I could Change. At the sound of his voice, Zoe had started. Then she looked over at him, and her eyes narrowed. Turning back to me, she said, “I think we can keep this between ourselves, don’t you?”

Clay put his foot on Zoe’s sternum. I backed off her and loped to the thicket to Change.

“Thank God,” Zoe said when I returned. “He hasn’t stopped talking since you left.”

She glared up at Clay, who stood exactly as I’d left him, his mouth shut, as it likely had been the whole time I’d been gone.

“You can get off me now,” she said.

He lifted his foot and walked over to me, hand brushing mine. “I’ll scout, make sure we don’t have any unexpected guests. You need me, just shout.”

“I will.”

Clay glanced back at Zoe, then at me. “Have fun, darling.”

“Dah-lin’?” Zoe mimicked as Clay walked away. She shuddered. “Please don’t tell me that’s daddy wolf.”

“Don’t tell her then,” Clay said without turning. “None of her business.”

Zoe made a face as she brushed herself off. “Just brimming with southern charm, isn’t he? You could do so much better.” Her gaze met mine and she stretched again. “No? Why don’t we play a little more chase-and-pounce, and see if I can’t change your mind?”

“If we play chase-and-pounce again, you’re not going to like how it ends. When a werewolf chases, the wolf expects a kill. One frustrated hunt it can handle. Not two.”

“Unless the prey can’t be killed.”

“The predator can sure as hell try.”

She threw back her head and laughed. “Touché. As tempting as a chase would be, it clearly won’t arouse the kind of frustration I’d care to relieve. I’ll surrender my forfeit, then. Tell me more about this letter, and I’ll see what I can remember.”

So I did, leaving out how we got the letter, how we opened the portal, how we were still in possession of the letter, and focusing instead on the results and what little information we’d gleaned about it.

After I finished, she leaned back and closed her eyes. “The From Hell letter? I know I should remember more but…” She looked at me and shook her head. “Remembering a job I did eighty years ago is no different than asking a hundred-year-old human to remember a work assignment he undertook at twenty. The letter was historically significant, yes, but the circumstances surrounding the theft were obviously mundane enough that I can barely remember anything more than that I did do this job.”

“There was a spell cast on the original location. Do you remember that?”