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under the bed and jammed one leg in, snarling when his foot caught. “Know what? I’ll call. I don’t want you to have to hang up the phone yet. I’ll call here on the house phone and you can stay—”
    “ Ash. ”
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I’m not with the bureau anymore. I don’t travel with a gun.”
    Ash grabbed his forehead. She didn’t take her gun. She didn’t fucking take her gun. “So slam the goddamned door in his face. After what that dicknuckle did to you, it’s better than he deserves.”
    “Ash, let me handle this.”
    He could hear the voice of Ryan—that fucker—coming through the phone. “...listen to me... you’d understand. Please. I need your help.”
    Sherri released a heavy breath into the phone. “Oh, God. Ryan, you’re bleeding. What happened?” Another breath. “Jesus— just— get in here.”
    Fuck. What the fuck was she doing? “Sherri. For Fuck’s sake, don’t let him in.”
    “Ash. Trust me to handle this .” Thumping noises over the phone. Her hotel room door clicking closed.
    Ash tried to picture Sherri’s hotel room, with sheets rumpled from their sexy phone call. Her criminal fucker of an ex sitting down on that bed. He swore the blood in his veins could catch fire. “Sherri, you have no idea—”
    “I do, Ash. I do know. I spent two years with this guy, and he may have done a lot of shitty things, but I do know him. I’ll be okay. Let. Me. Handle. This.” Shit, her harsh words cut him.
    And then the line went dead.
    Jesus. Pain ripped through him as his body twisted and cracked. Rage and the coming full moon pulled out his were side. Even if there was nobody in front of him to fight, he couldn’t stop.
    He screamed, and gave in to the agony.

Chapter 8
    J ett needed a wall to put his fist through, and he needed it fucking yesterday.
    A doctor stood before him looking apologetic and concerned, making all the appropriate hand gestures and sad, deer-like expressions. Perhaps this doctor had not considered that werewolves could eat deer.
    “When you tell me she’s gone, what the fuck does that mean, exactly?”
    The doctor looked back and forth between Jett and Detective Parker. “The ultrasound tech left her alone only briefly to call in a consult. When they came back, she had disappeared.”
    Jett’s fingernails dug into his palm. “What the hell were you getting an ultrasound for in the first place? You told us yesterday she had no internal injuries.”
    Now the doctor looked constipated. “We wanted to rule out any abnormalities with the pregnancy, given the variants in species type that showed up on the blood test.”
    “Pregnancy?” Jett and Lane couldn’t have expressed their shock in better synchrony if they’d had it planned.
    “I’m sorry. I thought you knew.” The doctor cleared his throat, looking with concern at Parker again, as if he had some personal information about Zoe getting knocked-up. Why the fuck?
    Parker’s mouth dropped open. “I... I didn’t...”
    Jett paced again, hands on his hips, steps pounding on the tile floor. He turned toward the hall and could have sworn he saw Kyle walking past, but Kyle had left the hospital the day before. Even if he’d returned for some reason, Jett had no reason to care.
    Right? Right. Except...
    Something had smelled funny about that guy getting all in the kid’s space, and not only because he reeked of bad aftershave and some unfamiliar pack. Probably why the young human kept popping up in Jett’s mind. Old feelings of pack obligation died hard, even after all this time.
    At the moment, Jett reminded himself that he had bigger concerns. He pulled out his phone to dial his brother. “Ash, I need you to get over here. There’s a problem with Zoe.”
    “I can’t. Sherri needs me in DC. I’m on the first plane I can find.”
    “Ash, she’s pregnant and she’s missing. I am asking you to get your ass over here. Now.” He hung up before Ash could answer.
    Sherri was a capable