verbal taunts or silver-tipped arrows to mess up this crucial meeting. Two more steps to his right and into the moonlight, and he would become the target she was looking for. He had to stave off that shape-shift. He had to hold on, sensing how badly she wanted to let that arrow fly.
Tess wasn’t just a hunter out to score. Her level of palpable aggression told him that she had a personal vendetta against the creatures she hunted. Six years on the force with the Miami PD had taught him a lot about dealing with emotion and the concept of revenge. Tess’s hatred for his kind left a sour taste in his mouth.
“Claws also come with the territory,” he said.
“Then use them. Do your worst. Or try to,” she taunted.
“Having animal in my DNA makeup doesn’t make me stupid, Tess.”
His use of her name surprised her. Her right cheek quivered.
“If true, that kind of insight would be a first,” she noted.
“You have no reason to fear or hate me. I’d like to offer a truce,” Jonas said.
“Like that will happen.”
“What can I do to force the issue? I have an agenda here that doesn’t include you. My reason for being in the area is important to people other than myself.”
“People?” She picked up on that word, emphasizing its misuse when pertaining to him.
Jonas wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. In Miami he was a respected detective on the job, fighting crime both in and out of the shadows. To Tess Owens, he was nothing more than an animal.
Turns out that she was formidable enough, he supposed. But she was also quite a sight standing there—a delicious, leather-clad, angry sight.
He wondered what she’d think if he mentioned how exotic he found her voice or how good she looked in that black suit. He could have bet she’d have been insulted then.
“I applaud your goals,” he told her. “But I’m not one of the bad guys.”
“Wouldn’t bad guys use that line?”
“Not around me,” he said.
Would Tess believe that Weres didn’t like bad guys of any species, including their own? Would she change her mind about werewolves if she knew how many decent wolves there were in the world, and how they fought behind the scenes to further the concept of peace and justice for all?
What if he showed her his badge?
“Most of the time, human is what I appear to be,” he said. “That’s what the world believes I am.”
“Except for those of us who know better.”
“Yes. But I’m not part of the reason you do what you do, and I’ve already stated that my intention for being here isn’t to cause you or anyone else around here harm.”
“Why here?” she asked, unshakable on her aim with that arrow.
“It’s as far away from others as I could find on the spur of the moment,” Jonas replied truthfully.
“What others?”
“People.”
“That’s rich,” she said. “And it would also be a point in your favor, if anyone was counting.”
All right, Jonas thought. That’s it. He had said more than he had intended, and Tess Owens had no right to question him further. Meeting her here had been a courtesy. He had hoped she’d see reason and leave him and Gwen alone, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen.
It was likely that Tess was driven to exterminate every werewolf she came across and had made up her mind about him being included in that goal.
“I suppose there’s no reasoning with you then,” he said.
“Reason? I’m pretty sure werewolves don’t know the meaning of the word.”
He nodded. “Well then, it’s been a pleasure, Tess.”
The calmness of his closing remark also seemed to surprise her. Another shudder ran through Tess that was sizeable enough to make her leather suit creak.
“Show yourself,” she demanded, though her voice was softer, lower, and almost a purr.
Her tone stirred Jonas’s insides in a strange way, as if he could feel its vibration from where he stood. That purr melted into his skin, sparked his nerve endings in a way that created its own electricity.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea, do you?” he asked.
“What it would do is make things a whole lot easier.”
“For whom? You?”
“Yes. For me,” she said.
“You believe that killing every Were you meet will bring your parents back? And that every Were is bent on carnage and destruction?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“Then you don’t know much, wolf hunter, and your education has been sorely lacking.”
She spoke quickly. “You’re suggesting that you are not like the others? That you’re different?”
“I can’t speak to the actions of those others. I can only repeat that I mean no harm to you or anyone else around here and leave it at that.”
“Can you prove what you say?”
“I can prove it by turning my back and leaving you alone and in one piece.”
“Or by showing yourself,” she suggested with more tension on the string of her bow.
Okay. If you say so...
Jonas stepped into the moonlight, allowing the rain of silver light to wash over him. The wolf inside him barreled upward so fast, his shape-shift was completed in the few seconds it took him to reach Tess Owens. So fast, she didn’t have time to use her lightning-fast reflexes and let loose of that arrow.
She might have been primed and fighting fit, but she was no match for a full-blooded Lycan who had been shifting since his teens. She was no real match for a werewolf who was twice as fast as any werewolf in his pack and shifted without recognizing the pain of each physical transformation.
And she was no competition for a Were whose sole purpose in life currently was to guard the sister who stood on the brink of death.
He had the bow in his hands before Tess could blink or utter a groan of protest.
He had her knife in his fingers, her hand in his, and the tip of the razor-sharp blade she carried tight up against his chest. Her blue eyes, wide with shock, met his.
Growling was the only way Jonas now had of speaking to her. That growl rumbled menacingly as he held her gaze and pressed the
