Season of the Witch (Claws Clause 2)

Dodge shrugged. “Deb is Deb. She was obviously sweet on the fella. Yeah. She told him.”

“So he found you. I’m sure I know where you were.” Just because he didn’t go back to Julian for his fix, she had no doubt that he’d gotten one somewhere along the way. Maybe not recently, given how bad he looked, but she hadn’t heard from Hudson in more than a week. “What did he say to you that you couldn’t have talked about in the hospital?”

Hudson reached up, rubbing the back of his neck. “He was badgering me for the new Bloodlust. He said he’d look the other way when it came to the vamp he saw biting me out in the open if I gave him the address.”

“What?”

“So I told him where to find Julian’s latest nest.”

“What?!”

“I didn’t think he would do anything with the info,” Hudson said, defending himself. “I mean, he’s a cop, right? And completely human. He wouldn’t go in there without back-up or something. Maybe your wolf.”

Her wolf who was currently in the kitchen, probably obsessively re-stacking his dishware cabinet now that he’d smashed one of the smaller ones.

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sp; “My wolf isn’t with him,” Shea told Hudson.

“What? Why not?”

Because the cop had told Colton that, while he got settled in with Shea, they were putting a hold on following empty leads.

Did Adam plan this? Did he know what he was walking into?

Did he know just how dangerous Julian really was?

“Colton!”

The door burst open.

“I’m right here.”

He was quick enough that she didn’t harbor any delusions that he’d managed to keep himself confined to the kitchen after all. No doubt he wasn’t able to refrain from eavesdropping on her conversation with her brother, either.

That was fine with her. He already had his phone out, lifted up to his ear, without needing any other explanation.

“Adam?” she asked, double-checking.

He nodded. “It’s ringing, though. Wright’s not answering. He might bitch and moan about the calls, but he always answers.”

Colton pulled back his upper lip, baring his inch-long canine fangs at Hudson. And while he might be used to a Nightwalker’s vampire fangs, he’d obviously never been this close to an enraged shifter just hanging onto his two-legged shape.

“Where did you send the cop?”

Hudson gulped. Stumbling over his words, he gave Colton an address.

Shea moved toward Colton, laying her hand on his arm. “Are you going to check on him?”

His head jerked, a begrudging nod. “I have to, Shea. I owe him.”

“I do, too,” she said firmly. “I’m going with you.”

“What? No. You’re staying right here.”

“Without you?”

He clamped his jaw shut.