“You know I’ve got my own situation going on here. I have Cormac’s parole hearing in two days.”
Crap. I was frustrated all over again that I wasn’t going to be there. “How is that going? Are you okay? Is he okay? Is everything going to be okay?”
“If he can keep his nose clean for a couple more days, we should be golden.”
My first thought: he’d kept his nose clean for almost two years—surely the next couple of days wouldn’t be a problem. But then I thought, this was Cormac we were talking about. “You sound nervous.”
He sighed. “I am nervous. This is the perfect t
ime for the universe to drop a bomb on us.”
“Don’t think like that. It’s going to be fine. Everything’s going to be fine.”
“Just keep saying that. We could use the good vibes.”
“You got it,” I said, wishing hard that this would work out all right. “Don’t worry about my problems—springing Cormac is more important.”
“I think I can spare five minutes for a call to Rick. I’ll let you know what I find out.”
“Thanks. I love you, Ben.”
“I love you, too. If Roman shows up, run. Don’t try to talk to him, don’t get into an argument with him. Just run.”
“Yeah. I’ll run.” Roman wasn’t going to show up. Hell, no. That would be too much.
We signed off, and I cursed the universe’s bad timing that all this was happening at once.
After the talk with Ben, I emerged from the back of the lodge to the living room just in time to hear Tina yell.
“Oh, gross! What the hell?”
A half-dozen of the others were awake by then and ran to the picture window, where Tina was standing, mouth open, looking out with a horrified expression. The usual cameras were there to capture the fun.
A mauled carcass lay at the edge of the meadow. It wasn’t very clear, but blood was visible, along with a mound of meat—pink flesh that gleamed wetly in the morning sun. There might have been legs sticking out, maybe a scrap of tawny hide.
“Is that a deer?” Jeffrey said. “It looks like something shredded it.”
Conrad said, “Maybe a bear. Or a wolf. A real wolf, I mean.” He eyed me.
“They wouldn’t leave a kill like that this close to people,” Lee said.
I looked around. Tina, Jeffrey, Conrad, Lee, Ariel, me. I had an idea of what had happened.
“Has anyone seen Jerome?” I said wryly. So maybe I hadn’t been the first person up this morning.
“What?”
Lee raised a brow. “Seriously?”
Yeah, he knew what I was talking about. I stepped outside, went down the porch steps, and took a breath of air. The smell hit me: blood and guts, decay setting in. Crows would be here soon to start picking at it. Circle of life and so on. I also caught the scent of lycanthrope all over the place. I wondered if Macy was trying to be cute, dragging his kill back here.
At that moment, he emerged from around the side of the lodge. He’d probably retreated to the forest on this side of the valley to sleep his wolf off. And he hadn’t bothered to bring clothes with him: he was naked. I could see every inch of his sleek, muscular body. He was huge, solid as a brick wall. Well built, all the way around. A-hem.
He’d even managed to clean most of the blood off his face and hands, but I could still smell traces.
When he saw me, he stopped. I met his gaze and smiled. “I see you managed alone just fine.”
“You missed out,” he said. “The hunting here’s great.”