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Authors: Ilona Andrews
Tags: Fiction, Science-Fiction, Fantasy, Fantasy - Contemporary, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal, Magic, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Genre Fiction, Bestseller, Vampires, Science Fiction And Fantasy, Texas, witch, Witches & Wizards, New York Times bestseller, Kate Daniels World, Science Fiction & Fantasy - Fantasy, Magic & Wizards, Fantasy > Urban, The Edge Series, Kate Daniels - Fictional Character, Ilona Andrews, The Edge
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Most of the second generation did perish in the final blast, but several units made it through the gates. They are rare and other werewolves stay away from them. Some would say that they are ostracized or even shunned, others argue that we simply give them the distance and respect that their sacrifice and heroic combat performance demanded. It all depends on who you talk to. If you encounter one, I'd treat them with kid gloves. If they decide you're a threat, they react with sudden and extreme violence and they're very difficult to kill."
*** *** ***
I drove straight home. Of course, I hit a traffic jam on 45. A semi had overturned, clogging both lanes. The radio said no one was seriously hurt, but by the time I finally rolled into the garage, it was dark. The street was empty. Not a single leaf shivered on the old oak in the yard, its branches dripping midnight gloom onto the grass.
The house clanged at my approach, sliding the shutters and locks open. Beast shot out at my feet, dashed left, right, left, and overcome with excitement, zoomed around me in a circle, tucking her hind legs under her as she ran.
"I love you, too, you silly dog."
The doors opened and I stepped inside. The familiar smell of cinnamon floated around me, as the soft lamps came on one by one. I nodded at the portrait of my parents. The pressure that had accreted on my shoulders during the trip vanished. I was home.
I made a cup of coffee and sat in my chair in the lobby. Beast hopped onto my lap.
"Terminal, please."
The wall in front of me fractured, folded back on itself, and revealed the smooth surface of a screen.
"Audio."
Two long speakers emerged from the wall next to the screen.
"Camera footage since I've been gone."
The screen split into four different images. Cars. Two kids on bikes. Wind moving the oak branches. An older woman jogging past --I'd seen her before. She jogged by the house every afternoon, rain or shine. "Fast forward to activity."
The day turned into evening, rather than night. An image on the top left showed a dark figure at the edge of the inn. The timer said eleven twenty-two p.m.
"Enlarge."
The image expanded, taking over most of the screen. The inner camera took up the one third on the right. Sean Evans. He wore a gray T-shirt and loose jeans. He sniffed the air, turned, and looked straight at the camera. His eyes shone like two embers. Very deliberately he took a step forward onto the inn's grounds.
Just what I needed. I sat back and watched the video.
The recording from the inner camera produced a faint sound, a sigh, as the house creaked, preparing to defend itself.
Sean padded around the building, moving lightly on his toes.
On screen Beast dashed down the stairs and squeezed out through the dog door. The image of the outside expanded to cover the entire screen.
Beast paused on the porch for half a second, then sprinted, comically bounding down the stairs. She circled the house and stopped thirty feet from Sean.
He turned to her.
Beast bared little white teeth and barked.
"Look, dog, and I'm using the word dog loosely here. You and I aren't going to have a problem."
Beast barked again, pretending to lunge forward and backing up.
"Go away," Sean said. "Shoo. I don't want to hurt you."
He was sizing up the back door. He must've decided it was the easiest point of entry.
Beast barked again.
"Yeah, whatever." Sean took a step toward the house.
Beast growled. The undertone of her growl changed, gaining a vicious edge. Sean squinted at her.
Beast's long fur stood up like hackles on a cat. Claws slid from her feet. Her mouth gaped, wider and wider, as if her entire head had split in half. Four rows of fangs gleamed inside.
"What the hell...?" Sean backed away.
Beast jumped, covering ten feet in a single leap.
Sean grabbed a young oak branch and jerked it off the tree. Beast launched herself and he swung the branch like a bat, trying to knock her aside. With a sound somewhere between an upset
*** *** ***
I drove straight home. Of course, I hit a traffic jam on 45. A semi had overturned, clogging both lanes. The radio said no one was seriously hurt, but by the time I finally rolled into the garage, it was dark. The street was empty. Not a single leaf shivered on the old oak in the yard, its branches dripping midnight gloom onto the grass.
The house clanged at my approach, sliding the shutters and locks open. Beast shot out at my feet, dashed left, right, left, and overcome with excitement, zoomed around me in a circle, tucking her hind legs under her as she ran.
"I love you, too, you silly dog."
The doors opened and I stepped inside. The familiar smell of cinnamon floated around me, as the soft lamps came on one by one. I nodded at the portrait of my parents. The pressure that had accreted on my shoulders during the trip vanished. I was home.
I made a cup of coffee and sat in my chair in the lobby. Beast hopped onto my lap.
"Terminal, please."
The wall in front of me fractured, folded back on itself, and revealed the smooth surface of a screen.
"Audio."
Two long speakers emerged from the wall next to the screen.
"Camera footage since I've been gone."
The screen split into four different images. Cars. Two kids on bikes. Wind moving the oak branches. An older woman jogging past --I'd seen her before. She jogged by the house every afternoon, rain or shine. "Fast forward to activity."
The day turned into evening, rather than night. An image on the top left showed a dark figure at the edge of the inn. The timer said eleven twenty-two p.m.
"Enlarge."
The image expanded, taking over most of the screen. The inner camera took up the one third on the right. Sean Evans. He wore a gray T-shirt and loose jeans. He sniffed the air, turned, and looked straight at the camera. His eyes shone like two embers. Very deliberately he took a step forward onto the inn's grounds.
Just what I needed. I sat back and watched the video.
The recording from the inner camera produced a faint sound, a sigh, as the house creaked, preparing to defend itself.
Sean padded around the building, moving lightly on his toes.
On screen Beast dashed down the stairs and squeezed out through the dog door. The image of the outside expanded to cover the entire screen.
Beast paused on the porch for half a second, then sprinted, comically bounding down the stairs. She circled the house and stopped thirty feet from Sean.
He turned to her.
Beast bared little white teeth and barked.
"Look, dog, and I'm using the word dog loosely here. You and I aren't going to have a problem."
Beast barked again, pretending to lunge forward and backing up.
"Go away," Sean said. "Shoo. I don't want to hurt you."
He was sizing up the back door. He must've decided it was the easiest point of entry.
Beast barked again.
"Yeah, whatever." Sean took a step toward the house.
Beast growled. The undertone of her growl changed, gaining a vicious edge. Sean squinted at her.
Beast's long fur stood up like hackles on a cat. Claws slid from her feet. Her mouth gaped, wider and wider, as if her entire head had split in half. Four rows of fangs gleamed inside.
"What the hell...?" Sean backed away.
Beast jumped, covering ten feet in a single leap.
Sean grabbed a young oak branch and jerked it off the tree. Beast launched herself and he swung the branch like a bat, trying to knock her aside. With a sound somewhere between an upset
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