She sighed, headed down the stairs and turned toward the corner. She had no money, and if she remembered correctly, the bus stop she wanted, the bus that would take her to Jax, was two streets over. At least the rain had stopped. She should count herself lucky.
*
Jax tried the door to Ryan’s shop, but it was locked. He peered through the rain-streaked glass in the door, but the room was dark. His knocking brought no one.
He turned, trudging back down the damp sidewalk, flipping shut his phone in frustration. Nikki wasn’t answering her cell; she wasn’t at Ryan’s. The only place left was Lori’s apartment.
Lori wasn’t first on his list of people to see right now, but he cut through the alley behind her building, scaling the low wall that separated a trash filled courtyard from the street. He took the front steps two at a time, the guys with the bottle, who seemed to be a permanent fixture, missing today. Probably driven inside by the rain.
He knocked on Lori’s door. There was a muffled curse from inside and then the sound of locks opening. The door opened a crack and Lori peered out, accompanied by the strong scent of beer.
“Where’s Nikki?”
“She’s not here. She left…to go back to you.”
Jax looked at Lori closely. Her eyes were red-rimmed. It was hard for him to imagine she’d been crying, but that’s the impression he got.
“She’s not answering her cell. When did she leave?”
“Wait.” The door closed, the sound of the chain being pulled back muffled and then Lori opened the door.
“Watch the glass.”
Jax looked down, stepping around a puddle of beer and shards of a bottle, staying near the door. Lori called over her shoulder to him as she walked down the hall. He frowned. She was barefoot and there was an imprint of her right foot in blood in the hall.
“Here.” She was walking toward him, holding something in her hand.
“Lori, you cut your foot. You should be more…”
“Careful?” She made an unpleasant sound that might have been a laugh. “Here. Take this. It’s Nikki’s cell. Must’ve fallen out of her purse when she was here.”
He took the phone, sticking it in his pocket. “You okay?”
She waved her hand. “Yeah. Fucking great. Like always. You should go…find Nikki. She’s had a bad day.”
“Bad day how?” Lori’s whole demeanor bothered him. He remembered Nikki had told him she and Lori had a fight. Was this still the aftermath of that?
“Guy she works for, he’s just like us, one of the creatures of the night.”
Jax’s stomach dropped. Nothing Lori said could have been further from what he was thinking. And what she told him was unthinkable. “Ryan’s a werewolf?”
“No, not quite. Lycanthrope. You know, the ones who can change at will. The ones who are making your life difficult at the moment. Although he’s not your guy…never has been. I can vouch for that.”
Jax opened his mouth, one of a hundred questions on the tip of his tongue. But Lori cut him off.
“That’s enough truth for one night. Don’t you have some place more important to be, knowing all that?” She advanced toward him, her eyes over-bright, either from tears or anger at him. He wasn’t sure and he didn’t want to find out. Not with Nikki in potential danger.
He backed down the short hallway, his boots crunching through the glass. Lori leaned against the open door, her face hard.
“One of us has to look out for her. She’s picked you, so, go. Go look after her.”
Jax turned as she slammed the door in his face. He heard the bolt being shot home and the chain and a muffled curse. And then it was quiet. He turned and walked down the stairs to the sidewalk, heading for home.
Chapter Six
The bus stop was down the block from Jax’s house. It was dark, the street dimly lit and she hurried toward the big house and the welcoming porch light. The front door was unlocked and she pushed it open, hesitating just inside. The house was oddly quiet, no boisterous guys watching television, just a few voices in the kitchen. She thought she recognized Finn’s voice and she headed toward the back of the house, passing through the large living room.
“Hello?” Her voice seemed small in the large room. There was a noise behind her and she jumped.
“Nikki. What are you doing here?” It was Bec, standing by the window, the streetlight casting a dim glow over his form.
“I was…looking for Jax. Is he here?”
“No. He’s… out. But he should be back soon.” He took a few steps toward her, coming out of the shadows. Everything about him was so similar to Jax, except the blonde hair. And the look in his eyes. They were cold, so unlike Jax’s glowing silver eyes. Bec’s eyes were ice blue, his gaze so intense she took an involuntary step backward.
“Have a seat. Get comfortable and you can wait for him.” He motioned to an overstuffed chair. “Anything I can help you with?” He sat down on the leather couch, still watching her.
“I was going…I wanted to talk to him. Something happened.”
“You can tell me. I’ll see him later. Or, maybe I can help.” He leaned back against the couch and Nikki decided she could trust him with this. It was important and someone should know what she’d found out about Ryan, that he was a lycanthrope and he’d attacked her. Jax told her she was the target
“I think I know who the lycanthrope is. The one who’s been attacking people. Jax thought it was obsessed with me, and, well, something happened today.”
Bec leaned forward, his eyes locked on Nikki. “Who is it? Where is he?”
“It’s the guy I work for, Ryan. He’s got a tattoo shop close to where I live. He changed today… right in front of me. He’s a dealer, probably high, and…well, I slapped him. And he attacked me.” Her words were rushed, a furious breath of air escaping her lips as though the faster she told him the better she felt.
The change in Bec was immediate. Every muscle in his body tensed, his eyes almost glowing. He sat up and Nikki leaned back in her chair. He was intimidating and she had a flash of him as the wolf in the alley with Jax. He’d stood his ground with the thing, putting himself between it, and her and Lori.
“Can you take me there? Show me where he is?”
Nikki nodded. “Yeah, I can.”
*
Jax bounded up the stairs. The house was quiet, almost too quiet. He found Finn in the kitchen with Angela, sitting at the table. They both looked tense, Angela’s face drawn. Finn sat hunched over, arms resting on the table. He looked up as Jax walked in.
“Where’s Bec, the rest of the pack?”
“Most are upstairs, waiting. Bec was here, but he left with Nikki, just a few minutes ago.”
“Left with Nikki? Why? Where did they go?” Why the hell would Nikki leave with Bec?
“I don’t know, something about her workplace.” Finn’s voice was low.
Jax ran his hand over his face, lost in his thoughts. He left the house quickly without further word to Finn, heading back to where he’d just come from, hoping to hell he got there before Nikki and Bec. Nikki was wrong, but Bec didn’t know that.
*
“There. That little house in the middle.”
Nikki and Bec were across the street from Ryan’s. The shop was dark, the sign out front turned off. Something was off, but before she could say anything, Bec was pulling her across the street.
“Where does he live? Above the shop?”
“I don’t really know. I think there’s a stairway in the back room that goes upstairs. I really haven’t been anywhere but the front room.”
“Fire escape? Anything like that?” Bec was looking at the front of the building, sizing up the windows on the first floor.
“Don’t know. Like I said, never got passed the front. But I think…”
She stopped, the sound of breaking glass cutting off her words. Bec had jammed his elbow through the glass on the front door. He waited a moment and when no sound came from inside, or any of the neighboring buildings, he carefully reached through the opening and grabbed the knob, opening the door.
“Come on.”
Nikki looked over her shoulder as Bec pulled her into the cramped front room. It was just as it was when she’d left, one of the chairs on its back on the floor. Bec was prowling around the small space, moving behind the beaded curtains.
“This? What is it?” His voice was barely audible and she strained to hear him.
“Where he…does business. Tattoos, if he did them. Sells drugs.” She trailed after Bec as he moved further into the room.
“That’s the door upstairs.” Bec pointed and Nikki saw the open door, the first few stairs visible, the rest disappearing into the darkness. Bec turned to her, something shiny in his hand. She backed up, stumbling over a box on the floor.
“Here, take this.” He pushed something into her hand. She looked down; it was a knife, long and shiny and very heavy.
“What the hell is this?” She stared down at the knife, the intricate carvings on the handle, the heavy blade catching the light.
“It’s silver. Works on werewolves, not so much on lycanthropes. It might slow him down, if you’re attacked.”
“But I’m not going up there…no way in hell. I didn’t sign on for this, just to bring you here. You’re the hunter, I’m just the…. I’m not going up there.”
Nikki backed out of the room, Bec’s eyes locked on hers. The anger in his look was almost palpable and she was suddenly almost as afraid of him as she had been of Ryan. She didn’t think he’d hurt her, but suddenly none of this seemed like a good idea.
She turned, wanting to go back out to the street. But before she was through that damned beaded curtain, an arm wrapped around her neck, pulling her back. She instantly recognized the smell of unwashed body and dirty hair. It was Ryan, in human form…more or less.
The lights in the tiny room came on suddenly, blinding her for a moment. There was a shout, Bec’s voice loud in her ear and then another voice, a woman. It was Lori.
Against her neck she could feel Ryan changing, fur replacing skin, talons digging into her neck. His chest heaved and twisted beneath her back and she was suddenly lifted off the floor, her feet dangling. She wanted to scream, but the hold he had on her, and the fear she felt kept her from making any sound.
“Let her go. She’s not who you really want.” Lori’s voice was cold, her words clipped. Ryan spun around, Nikki’s feet swinging like a puppet’s, as he turned to face her.
“You…bitch. You f**ked me over with this one, didn’t you? Ruined everything.”
His hot breath rasped against her cheek and for a moment, Nikki thought she would vomit from the stench of his breath. He kept talking but his words grew garbled, changed into grunts and barks and then snarls. His teeth were dangerously close to her cheek and she tried to pull away. But his grip was like steel and there was nothing she could do.
Suddenly something warm sprayed across Nikki’s face and she found herself on the splintery wooden floor, gasping for breath. She ran a hand across her face, horrified when it came away red with blood.