Damn it. Subtle, really subtle.

He smiled at me. “I love you. You don’t need to worry about Lorelei. She’s happy she’s grown up, so she flaunts it. It’s harmless.”

“What about the hunt?”

“Who else would she hunt with?” Curran shrugged and pulled me closer. “I have no interest in Lorelei. She’s a kid.”

“So this is not part of some plan you thought up?”

“No.”

This should’ve been the end of it, but the suspicion remained, nagging me. I crushed it. He said he wasn’t interested. End of story.

“What did you and Hugh talk about while we hunted?”

“He said he killed Voron.” I tried to keep the hurt out of my voice and couldn’t.

Curran paused. “Is he lying?”

“I don’t think so. Voron raised him the way he raised me, then abandoned him. I took him away from Hugh and then Hugh took him away from me. I suppose that makes us even. I still want to murder him.”

“Maybe we’ll get that chance,” he said.

“Maybe.”

“Did he say anything else?”

“Nothing important. He feels shapeshifters are ruled by their urges.”

“If I were ruled by my urges, he’d be dead.”

Or you. “Curran . . .”

“Yes?”

“I saw him fight. You remember my aunt? Hugh is better.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Curran said. “I will end him.”

But it did matter to me. If Curran killed Hugh but died fighting him, it wouldn’t be worth it. I just had to kill Hugh first. Piece of cake.

“It’s this place,” I told him. “It’s driving all of us out of our skin.”

“We’ll go home soon.” He closed his eyes.

A deafening crash shattered the silence. I jumped to my feet. Derek burst out of the bathroom.

The familiar grating roar, like gravel being crushed, rolled down the hallway, followed by an enraged deep bellow, pure fury expelled in a single mindless torrent. I’d heard that sound before and it was impossible to forget. It was the war cry of a werebuffalo.

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 13

Curran flung the door open and charged into the hallway. I slammed the door shut behind him, just as Derek tried to run after Curran. The boy wonder spun on his foot at the last moment, avoiding the collision. Desandra was our first priority. If she died, Maddie and our chance at the panacea died with her.

“What’s going on?” Desandra rolled off the bed.

I barred the door and pulled Slayer free. Derek yanked off his clothes. Fur dashed up his frame.

In the hallway a chorus of vicious snarls broke into yelps of pain and deep growls. Something howled. The hair on the back of my neck rose. I flipped the light switch. Bright yellow light flooded the bedroom.

“What’s going on?” Desandra yelled.

“I don’t know. Get behind me.”