The elixir helped shifters in so many ways—but nothing could totally eliminate the discomfort of a shift from human to animal form—and back again.
“Okay, buddy. The moon’s a-rising. Let’s get this thing started, okay?” The stocky young guy grinned as if he couldn’t wait for his superior officer’s shift to start. And maybe he couldn’t.
Ryan was now nude. He felt the pulsing sensations inside him that presaged a natural shift.
It was definitely time for the elixir.
“Bring it on,” he told Piers, reaching out for the vial.
* * *
His initial shift was over. He was standing again, this time on four canine legs, the discomfort behind him.
Just in time, he thought—since he heard a howl in the distance. Followed by another, and some barks. They all sounded far away, but he would have heard them even without his enhanced hearing.
Shifters? Most likely. Natural wolves might howl and bark like that, of course. But why would they do so tonight? And not just one or two now, but several of them.
Ryan could tell—thanks to that enhanced hearing—not only the direction from which the sounds came, but he had a sense of distance, too.
The others were likely in the hillsides here, beneath the trees, farther from town, perhaps farther along the road where Piers had driven them only a short while earlier.
Rocky remained in the car. Piers had returned to it to sleep, to wait for Ryan’s return early in the morning, when he would naturally shift back on this night of the full moon.
He also had some choice about when to change back, even under the full moon. But if he did not choose when, it would occur once the sun started to rise.
Another set of excited howls. They caused more excitement in Ryan, as well.
Time for him to run through these woods, let his wolfen side loose. Revel in his very special gift, his talent, the other, only partly human feature of his life.
His shifting ability.
He felt his mouth move as he allowed himself to express his emotion in what would have been a smile had he not been shifted.
He aimed one glance toward the car where his companions now sat and waited for him.
And then he ran into the woods.
* * *
Maya hadn’t been sleeping deeply, though she had been in bed for a while, reading at first, then nodding off.
But her mind had been tossing around all that had happened to her that day.
Her talk. The confrontations with those wild animal–haters.
The support she had received from Ryan, backed up by some of the other people in this small town near which wolves had begun to appear again.
And—
Hey. What was that? Was she imagining things because she was thinking about the local sightings of wolves?
Maybe, but she thought she’d heard not only some canine barking but also a howl. Yes! She had. It was followed by another.
And now there were even more of them, somewhere way in the distance. But close enough to be heard here, right in the downtown area of Fritts Corner.
She froze. If she heard them, so did those wolf-haters. She wasn’t in any kind of law enforcement. She had no weapons.
But might the US Fish and Wildlife Service be able to help?
She hadn’t gotten Ryan’s phone number, not even his room number, but she felt stressed enough to use the hotel’s phone to try to call his room even now, in the middle of the night. She did reach a hotel operator—after waiting several minutes. And then, when she was connected to his room, no one answered.
She tried the same with his friend Piers, but again no answer.
He’d said he was going to bed early—but maybe the sounds had awakened him, and now she couldn’t join up with him to check things out.
Heck. Maybe there was nothing she could do. Maybe the wolves wouldn’t really be in danger.
But if nothing else, she could bring her camera—just in case.
She’d already risen from her bed.
Now, she threw her clothes on, grabbed her purse and camera, and rushed out the door.
He loved it, reveled in it, this unleashed, unfettered ability to run on four powerful legs, beyond the park, up hillsides and within woods that were entirely new to him, in darkness lit only by the full moon.
To chase in the direction where he would soon see others who were like him in one way or the other: wolves that were born as canines, or that were humans in shifted form.
Those whose howls he still heard—
But he nearly stopped running as he heard something else. Voices that weren’t wolfen but human.
Male and female voices in the distance, low but audible to him, with his highly enhanced keen hearing while in wolf form.
And that wasn’t all. He knew who was talking. He slowed his pace and inhaled and smelled, from the same direction, those humans with scents he had first sensed that day but not as intense as he could inhale now, as a wolf.
The smells included those of the two people named Fritts. And more. Another human scent emanated from that same area.
But they weren’t the only ones.
A different scent, but no sound, came from near them, as well. An aroma that was entirely familiar—now—to the wolf who was Ryan.
The scent belonging to Maya.
None of the humans should be here, not with wolves of any origin around, here in the woods in near darkness—except for that brilliant moon.
Most especially not Maya.
Was she not aware of the potential danger from the wolves she also revered and wanted to protect? She had sounded so wise, so knowledgeable before, when she had spoken to an audience and talked with individuals. But did she ignore her own wisdom when wolves were around?
And if they were shifters, without having access to his special Alpha Force elixir they would not have human cognition. They could be just as dangerous as wild wolves to mere people.
And what about those other people? Would they present a danger to the wolves—and, perhaps, to Maya, too? Or were they themselves in danger?
He turned to move more purposefully in the direction from
