Clay, her mind whispered again. Call him. You trust him still.

Not true, she argued. Yes, she had trusted the boy he'd been, but she didn't know the man he'd become. And he hated her, was right to hate her. When she thought of the way she'd treated her body, her soul, she hated herself.

"I'll have one of my officers drop you off."

She jerked at the sound of Max's voice. "No. I'll wait until you guys are done, pack up some gear, and go."

"It'll be daylight by then. If you're worried about a leak, don't be. The man I had in mind is changeling. Leakproof." He tapped his temple as if to remind her of the other race's superior natural shields. "More important, I trust him."

"I'm not leaving without my stuff." An excuse. It would buy her time, give her a chance to figure out where to go.

He sighed. "Fine. Park yourself out here until we're done and I'll give you a ride myself."

"Great." Damn.

Clay woke with the knowledge that he wasn't in his lair, his head clear. Changelings processed alcohol far quicker than humans and he had stopped drinking just short of hangover territory. Of course, his mouth felt like something small and furry had crawled in and died there, and his disgust at his own behavior was intense, but physically speaking, he was fine.

Tiny scrabbling sounds came from the floor beside the bed. It was those sounds that had wakened him though it was still dark outside. Reaching down without looking, he caught one leopard cub by the scruff off his neck and hauled him onto the bed, catching the second as he tried to dart out. "You two are supposed to be in bed," he growled.

The two small leopards looked at each other, then rushed him. He held them off without too much trouble, amused. It was the last emotion he'd have thought he'd feel upon waking, but these two made anything else hard.

"Down," he said after a few minutes.

The cubs obeyed at once, well aware he was dominant to them. In fact, all of a sudden they appeared to be on their best behavior. Suspicious, he focused his hearing and caught the sound of Tamsyn, their mother, searching for them. "Sharp ears," he muttered, not bothering to get up when Tamsyn gave a soft knock.

"They're in here." His throat felt lined with grit.

She opened the door. "Oh, did they wake you?" As she came to pick them up, the cubs shifted into human form in a burst of flickering color. Naked, they scampered out of the room, laughing.

Tamsyn smiled and shook her head. "More energy than sense."

He grunted. "Time?"

"Five a.m." Sitting on the bed, she looked at him, her hair sliding over one shoulder. "You feeling okay?"

"A shower and I'll be fine." He deliberately ignored the real meaning of her question. Having been DarkRiver's healer from a very young age, Tamsyn had a disturbing way of getting under people's skins.

Now, she sighed. "You're exactly like my boys - no sense at all. I love you, you idiot. Talk to me."

He wasn't ready to talk to anyone about the ghost who had walked back into his life. "Leave it, Tammy."

She shook her head. "Lord, but you men drive me crazy. All testosterone and pride. Well, you know where I live. I'll go find you some fresh clothes." Leaning over, she brushed his hair off his face in a gentle move. "We're Pack, Clay. Remember that."

He waited until she left before shoving down the sheet and wandering into the bathroom. Pack. Yes, they were Pack, a healthy, functioning pack. He'd never known the like until Nate had dragged him into DarkRiver.

His mother, Isla, had deliberately chosen to live away from the leopard-controlled areas of the country, hiding her son among humans and nonpredatory changelings. The fact that they had never been tracked down told Clay that his father's - and by extension, Isla's - pack, had been, or was, nowhere near as strong or as healthy as DarkRiver. It hadn't protected, hadn't sheltered, and definitely hadn't healed.

When Nate had offered to sponsor Clay into DarkRiver, he'd accepted mostly because he didn't really care where he went. He'd figured he could take off if he didn't like it. He had discovered different within days. In DarkRiver, isolation wasn't an option. Loners were accepted, but they weren't forgotten. And if someone lost their way, the pack hauled them back in kicking and screaming.

Stepping out of the shower, he pulled on the clothes he'd heard Tamsyn bring in a few minutes ago. They were his own - because Tamsyn was their healer, they often came to her bleeding or worse, their clothes useless. It made sense to have spare clothing here. As he dressed, he could hear her and Nate talking downstairs, the low murmur of their voices interspersed with the higher-pitched tones of the twins.

A healthy pack. A healthy family. They were both lessons Clay had learned from DarkRiver. Why hadn't Talin learned the same from the family that had taken her in? She hadn't lied about them being good people. He would have picked up the signs of deception - increased heart rate, perspiration, the subtle shift in scent. Not all leopards had that skill but Clay had always been good at it, especially with Talin.

Lots of men.

She hadn't lied about that either. The thought of his Talin with others continued to stoke the dark fire inside of him, but at least he could think past it this morning. Going downstairs, he grabbed a cup of coffee and a bagel, then left before either Nate or Tamsyn could ask any awkward questions.

He had no time for delays. He was on a hunt.

No way in hell was Talin going to get away from him a second time.

Chapter 7

There was an Enforcement car outside her apartment. Clay's heart kicked violently in his chest.

He'd left her alone in the dark. Tally was scared of the dark.

Disgusted with himself, he was about to get out of his own vehicle and track her down when she walked out holding a small duffel bag. His relief was crushing, but hard on its heels came a jagged mix of anger and possessiveness laced with razor-sharp tenderness. How dare she put herself in danger? And how dare she not call him the second she knew something was wrong?

Instead of Clay, there was another man walking by her side, the small gold shield of an Enforcement detective clipped to his collar. As Clay watched from across the road, the detective put a hand on her lower back and urged her toward the vehicle Clay had already noted. She resisted but didn't break the touch. The detective dropped his hand, his face wearing a scowl that told Clay Talin was being stubborn.

That didn't mean the man wasn't one of her lovers.

The leopard growled and the sound threatened to travel up through Clay's human vocal cords to fill the air inside the car. He almost didn't stop the sound from escaping, no matter that he knew full well he was behaving like an ass. He had no right to judge Talin. But that was the cool, logical, human side of his brain talking - where Talin was concerned, he was less human and more possessive, domineering cat.

Sliding back the door, he got out and strode across the street.

Talin's head snapped up the second his foot hit the ground, as if she'd felt the vibration. A chaotic mix of emotions swept across her face, waves of liquid flame: Relief. Surprise. Pain. That ever-present fear.

Her lips shaped his name as he reached her side and drew her to him with an arm around her neck. She flinched at the rough move. He ignored it. "What happened?" he asked the cop and it was a challenge.

The man looked to Talin. "Is this the friend you said you called?"

Talin nodded. "Yes."

Clay let the lie go. They'd discuss it later. "I'm Clay."

"Max." He held out a hand and as they shook, Clay saw the detective note everything about him, from his jeans to his sweatshirt to the fact that he needed a haircut. "You'll look after her," the man said as they broke contact.

Clay's anger quieted at that statement, turned assessing. "What do I need to protect her from?" It looked like Max was the only remaining cop, so whatever had happened, either it had been minor or it had happened long enough ago for the forensics people to have come and gone. Which meant Talin should have called him hours ago.

His protective fury grew anew as Max laid out the bare facts. "Unless someone's just getting their kicks terrorizing her, Talin's doing more damage than she thinks."

"I need to know what you've got, so I can make sure the bastards don't come anywhere near her." Clay could feel her heart beating as wildly as a panicked bird's. But he didn't release her and she didn't fight to be let go. The leopard calmed.

Max paused. "Officially, I can't give you anything. But you're one of Lucas's top men, aren't you?"

Clay wasn't surprised the cop had made him. DarkRiver was a power in San Francisco and it was Enforcement's job to know that. Mostly because they were Psy stooges, but sometimes for other reasons - like making sure justice was done despite Psy interference.

He made a mental note to ask his contacts about Max, but his instincts said the man stood on the right side of the line. "Yes. I'm with DarkRiver."

The detective nodded, as if reaching a decision. "Then we need to have an unofficial chat after I finish up today. Anyplace safe from prying eyes and ears?"

"Joe's Bar." Isolated near the edge of DarkRiver territory and frequented exclusively by cats, wolves, and their invited guests, it was close to airtight. "You know where it is?" At Max's nod, he said, "Leave the recorder at home."

"Funny that. I have a reputation for losing my recorder." A deadpan statement. "I'll see you around eight. Talin - you need me, you call."

"She won't be needing you." Clay felt his arm tighten, sensed her panic, but couldn't control the primitive animal impulse. "We'll see you at the bar."

Talin waited until Max had driven away before tugging at Clay's arm. "Let me go."

He leaned down until his lips brushed her ear. "I told you to stop flinching." And then he bit her. A slow, painless nip but there were definitely teeth involved.