He was on a road that looked unused as near as he dared to get to the cabin where Jason had taken Celeste. It was time for a little recon. He’d have to be cautious to avoid Jason’s detection. When a lull came in the storm, he jumped out, stripped and shifted. Euphoria rushed through him—the game was on. The wolf wanted to run, to hunt down its prey. Its instincts were primitive and bloody, and Derek had to fight with his other half for control. As much as the idea of ripping out the throats of his victims appealed, he knew the cat would never give in easily. Derek grinned. No, the cat would make one hell of an opponent. He’d make Derek work for victory. The wolf growled its willingness and lifted its muzzle. Derek barely restrained the howl of challenge welling in its throat and set off at an easy lope through the underbrush. He studied the ground while keeping his nose alert for Jason. The last thing he wanted was to get caught before he had a chance to plan. The terrain had promise.
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