“After the attack. Shelley. Did you, or any of the others, call the police?” Shelley nods, but holds up a finger to stop me from jumping back in with any comment about it. “We had to. You two were missing. Someone was going to ask questions eventually. The longer we left it, the more suspicious we’d look. Don’t worry, we lied. We said we thought it was a gang of some sort, probably all on drugs. They tried to mug us, then started fighting amongst themselves so some of us managed to run off, but we didn’t see what happened to you.” She shrugs. “We thought if they found any vampire bodies, they’d think it was them who killed each other. I don’t think they did though, or they’d have been back asking questions. They haven’t given a call back or anything. We didn’t file a missing persons report. I don’t think anyone else has either?” “Maybe Mr Patel would, but…” Sarah didn’t. Sarah just came to get me. Look where that got her. I shake my head. “Nobody wou

I’m expecting the slap. I’m sure I’ve earned it, from Sarah’s point of view, although I don’t know what else I could have done. I’m not expecting the kiss. My scalp stings with the clutch of her fingers. I stumble back a little, and she pushes into me. My legs catch against the couch. As I overbalance she pulls her head away but follows me down. I thud into the couch back and she wrenches me sideways so I slither down the cushions onto my back. She’s on top of me, her mouth back on mine, biting into my lower lip.I think I make a sound of protest, my hands fumbling to find her shoulders and lift her away from me. She snatches her hands back from my head, dragging hairs out as she does so. She bats at my hands, grabbing my wrists and shoving my hands up above my head, against the couch arm. Her kiss is like a punch in the mouth, wild and angry.My legs are twisted to one side. Sarah straddles my stomach, knees bracketing my ribs

I am in my Mate’s den. Everything smells of her. That’s good. That means we’re safe. She’s found water that’s good to drink, and she’s found human stuff that has made my wound heal faster. She’s a good Mate, even though she has no wolf. I’m glad she’s not angry with us any more. Aiden thought she was going to Reject us because she was so angry. That’s a thought so bad I can hardly think about it. Aiden made her angry because he didn’t kill all the vampires. Why didn’t he kill all the vampires? Vampires smell of dust and death, and I don’t like them. I suppose we don’t have to kill them if they’re not hunting us, even though they’re dangerous. Like mountain lions, or grizzly bears. We kill them if they threaten us or our pups. We keep them away from our dens. If one starts killing too many of the human’s animals it can make the humans chase them into our territory with guns, so we hunt them too. Vampires are like mountain lions and grizzly bears. They’re all dangerous

I’m guessing my face is bright red. It feels hot enough to cook an egg on it. It’s not often I feel like disowning my own wolf, but Frost seems to be aiming to get me there. I have to speak, all the same. I think part of the reason Sarah was so angry with me was that we haven’t talked enough about things to understand each other properly. It’s hard, it’s really, really hard, but I’m doing my best to talk now. I could curl up into a ball and die of embarrassment, but I’m doing my best. She’s gone sort of distant, but not in a bad way. Her feelings are kind of fuzzy, out of focus. Distracted. It’s probably because of what I just told her, not about her orchestra. That was a different sort of distraction. Worried, guilty and angry. We should hunt them all down and make them pay, Frost tells me. Then she wouldn’t have an orchestra to play with, I point out to him. I think she likes making music. She just doesn’t like how they’re treating her

I haven’t thought this through properly. I’ve been thinking like a werewolf, not like a human. I shouldn’t even be here. I should be at the college office, letting them know I’m safe and I’m back. I don’t know how much Reese knows or guesses. The only person from college who knows I’m a werewolf, that I’m sure of, is Shelley. Jade too, if she manages to find a way to come back. I should have checked with Shelley to find out if she’s told Reese anything.“Did you know that werewolves run a degree or two hotter than humans?” Reese asks. They’re trying to sound casual, but I can pick up the tension in them. They’ve got something tucked in their hand and sleeve. There’s silver on them, somewhere. I can sense it, all werewolves can, but I haven’t been paying attention since I got to London. So many people wear silver jewellery that the sense would be bugging me the whole time if I didn’