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He eyed the building.
She had to be in there.
Only one way to find out…
Kodiak got out of his beloved car, slipped the keys into his jeans’ pocket, and sauntered down the street. Tamaska’s scent was stronger on the air now that he was out. His stomach flipped and tightened, acid rising to his mouth.
He’d expected the aroma of her to be stronger here in the open, and he wasn’t wrong. Just like he wasn’t wrong about where the fucking smell of her ended. That damned club.
Was she stupid, or did she have some kind of death wish?
The moment he found her, got her the hell away from there, had her safe, he’d kill her. Or fuck her.
He growled under his breath as he followed her trail down the alleyway. Last time he’d killed a vampire, and the thought of that, of doing it again, made his wolf stir, bare teeth, just like he wanted to do. But instead he kept himself together, those urges down low, where they couldn’t get in the way.
His instincts were excellent, kept him alive, but only when he tempered them, used them as a guide until he needed to give over to the other side of himself, to his wolf.
Shadows lengthened with the fading light, but it was easy for Kodiak to see with the help of his wolf. His shoes tapped quietly on the concrete as he ignored the stench of waste wafting from the piles of trash.
He froze.
Not just trash, but something else.
Acrid, metallic. A scent he knew.
His inner wolf lurched angrily. That metallic smell of blood curdled his belly—it wasn’t animal blood but human. Christ. Was Tamaska’s friend in one of those garbage bags, tossed away after her blood had been drained, her use to the vampires over?
What a waste of life. He clenched his fists tight, stopping his anger from sending him into an uncontrollable rage. They were parasites, and he wanted them all dead.
The shifters never should have bothered establishing peace with the vampires. Instead, they should have aimed to wipe them all out. Then his pack could have gotten on with their lives instead of dealing with vampires and their messes.
He needed to calm, focus not on the blood but on her.
To Kodiak’s relief, Tamaska’s scent continued down the alley. He hurried towards the back of the building, her feminine musk soft on his nose, drawing him to her.
He didn’t see any vampires, which struck him as odd. He’d have assumed there would be at least one or two keeping guard at the front of the building.
Kodiak slipped through a hole in the fence and paused, waiting. If they watched, they might be looking to see what he did next. But then again, it wasn’t really the vampires’ way.
Not when it came to his kind.
So perhaps the spray worked after all. He waited to see if they were there. Appearing relaxed, but ready for anything.
No vampires approached. He stepped forward, muscles contracted as he glanced around the area, hoping to see her. Her scent stopped here at the building and that bothered him, even as it didn’t surprise him.
He should, however, be able to pick up her scent.
Where she’d gone in.
Unless…
Maybe Tamaska hadn’t found her way inside? Maybe she’d backtracked and gone home, getting another taxi.
But that would have been too easy, and she wasn’t one to give in easily. He rather liked that about her. Even if it pissed him the hell off at that moment in time.
With dread knotting his belly, he continued along the back of the building until he spotted the door ahead.
Of course Tamaska got in.
