“Oh, it’s you, Joanna.” Iain flipped on the light, and the discarded pile of clothing came into lurid view as did the toppled end table and coffee table. The sofa and chairs, while still upright, sat at odd angles as though they’d been drinking with the lights off. “What’s going on? I heard someone moving around in here. I think they bumped into everything.”
“Lonna’s gone out for a run.”
He looked at the clothes by my feet and arched an eyebrow. “Naked?”
“If you weren’t gay, I’d swear that idea titillated you.”
“If I wasn’t gay, I’d allow it to distract me. There’s something you’re not telling me.”
I took a deep breath. “This is going to be a little hard to believe.”
“Someone tried to blow me up today for no logical reason. I’m up for believing anything.”
I gave him the quick-and-dirty explanation of CLS as we grabbed our jackets and put shoes on. He listened, but I could tell he didn’t really buy it.
“So you’re saying that we’re dealing with true werewolves, not just delusions?”
“I know it sounds crazy, Iain, but it’s true. I’ve seen them. I saw Gabriel transform, and it wasn’t a trick of the light. I’ve dealt with them post-metamorphosis and after a long night of hunting. I’ve heard them argue over who got to kill a deer with human voices in canine mouths.”
“How is that physically possible?”
“I suspect it was telepathic—I can understand them when others can’t—but still, you’ve got to believe me.”
“Whether Lonna has what I know of as CLS or what you’re telling me doesn’t matter. How did she develop it?”
I released the breath I’d been holding. Good, he’s back in scientist mode. “With some help. I just need to figure out who and how. But first we have to find her.”
“And just what, exactly, are we looking for? Is she still part human?”
“I don’t know.” I handed him a flashlight, and we walked out the door. I locked it behind me and put the key in my pocket, then hesitated. What if she came back and ended up being locked out, naked on her front step?
“Hang on.”
I dashed inside and hung the boxers and T-shirt on the outside doorknob. “Just in case.”
Iain gestured for me to precede him down the stairwell. The lights illuminated a ten-foot radius, but beyond that, inky blackness.
“Um, why don’t you go ahead?”
“Afraid of the dark and things that go bump in the night?”
Before I could answer, a howl split the air, reached a crescendo of triumph, and then tapered, the quiet of the night such that the vacuum of sound left by the howl momentarily sucked all noises into it.
“What was that?” Iain searched the darkness with wide eyes as we walked down the stairs side by side.
“I hope it was Lonna.”
“Who else might it be?”
“I don’t know.” I didn’t really feel like going into the whole black-wolf mystery right then. He’d really think I was mad. Still, my heart rate picked up. Was it Leo? Was he trying to warn me?
“Where do you think she might go?”
“Hmmm…” I flicked on my flashlight. “There’s an Italian place around the corner. Why don’t we check the dumpster?”
“Werewolves go dumpster diving?”
“She might be hungry.”
“You don’t think she’s hunting?”
“I don’t want to think of her like that.”
“The jealousy in your voice is priceless.”
I stopped and he bumped into me. “What do you mean?”
“You sound sulky, like you wish it had been you.”
“Do not.” We moved onward again and headed toward the patch of woods behind the apartments and beyond a small lake. The path around the pond was treacherous during the daytime with loose gravel and places where the path may slide out from under unwary walkers, so we stuck to the ground above it. We searched the area for footprints, but the wet grass kept its secrets.
“This is pointless,” Iain started to say, but I heard something and held my hand up. “What?”
“Do you hear that?” It was a scratching noise.
“Hear what?”
“Follow me.”
We crept around to the right of the pond and heard it more clearly, a noise like someone—or something—scratching in the dirt. Then I realized that something pawed at the spent coals in the barbecue pit. Our flashlight beams hit it at the same time: a wolf with tawny fur ticked in black. It glared back at us with topaz eyes, a bone in its mouth.
“Iain, that’s her.”
“Ah, and how do you know?”
“I could make some smart-ass comment about that being how she always looks if you try to take barbecue away from her, but it’s the fur. It’s her coloring. And the eyes.”
“Right now she’s looking at us like we’re dinner.”
“Running away from a predator is the best way to get it to chase you.”
“So what do we do now that we’ve found her?”
“Good question.”
She answered it for us by spitting the bone out and loping down the hillside to the woods, where she vanished among the trees.
“What now? Go after her?”
I nudged the bone with a toe. “We’re never going to be able to keep up with her. We’re going to have to wait until dawn and then try to find her before she gets taken to the loony bin for running around naked.”
“I had no idea hanging out with you would be so interesting.”
“Me neither. Or should I say likewise? Until I saw you today, no one had tried to blow me up.”
“Is there someone else who could help?” he asked as we made our way back up the slope and picked through the weeds at the side of the lake.
“Like who?”
“Another werewolf?”
“The only one who’s nearby is busy on another hunt.”
“How many are there?”
“Five, er, six now. That I know of, anyway.”
“That’s incredible. It’s the advance we’ve been looking for, the one we didn’t dare think would happen, but which defines the disease.”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you remember my book, the one about Hillary Baehr, the woman who escaped from the asylum?”
“Yep. It’s required reading at Cabal now.”
“I didn’t want to put it in there for fear someone would refuse to take it seriously, but the guard on duty that night said that the only strange thing he noticed was a ‘large dog’ that dashed through the yard and then disappeared.”
I swung my flashlight so that the beam hit him in the face, his pupils narrowing before he put a hand up to block the light. “Now I know you’re kidding me.”
He squinted. “Think about it. Say you’re an orderly doing your rounds, and you look into a patient room, but you don’t see her. So you open the door, and a wolf dashes out. You look inside the room, no patient, so you sound the alarm. But who is going to believe you if you tell them a wolf came out of the room? No one, and they’ll probably stick you in the room next door.”
“But how would a wolf get out of an asylum?”
“If she was a patient there, she would know the nooks and crannies that a human may not be able to access or hide in, but an animal might, particularly a petite one. And who cares if the patients see you? They’re all crazy anyway. You just wait and slip out behind someone who can open the doors.”
“I guess that’s plausible.”
“Now that you know I’m not kidding you, perhaps we should call one of your friends. Dawn won’t be for another few hours. They could follow her trail and find her before she hurts herself.”
“They’re all up in Piney Mount, er, Crystal Pines. It will take them hours to get here.”
“What about the one who’s not? The good Doctor Bowman?”
“He’s chasing another werewolf.”