Dustin and Kelvin donned waterproof coats and walked into the rear yard. Kelvin checked the cover that led to the basement and saw that it had been secured with a new chain and lock. Dustin started to pull open the large rear gate. Kelvin ran over and stood under the archway. He watched as rain pelted the cobbled back alley and formed streams that ran into the drain cover.

“You go one way, and I’ll go the other,” Kelvin pressed, trying to cover more ground.

“You asking to be attacked? We’ll both need to walk around together,” Dustin said as he pulled the drawstring tightly around his chin.

They started walking as the rain bounced from their jackets. Their faces streamed with wetness in the pouring rain. Kelvin smiled. “It might seem stupid checking the area in this weather, but what better time to stake a place out?”

Kelvin turned on the flashlight and shone it up a side alley. It looked clear; just a cat sitting drenched in an empty crate. He flicked the light off as they reached the end of the alley and turned to walk down the side of the apartments. The rain-filled streets shone as the streetlights finally flickered into life. Their golden glow contributed nothing to visibility, at least not much further than the sidewalk. A car was parked across the street as Dustin and Kelvin reached the corner. The wiper blades tried their hardest to clear the windshield.

“That’s strange, don’t you think?” Kelvin asked.

“Let’s take a look,” Dustin replied as they crossed the wet grass verge and stepped into the flow of rain that gushed to the drain. The car’s engine started, and it pulled away as they managed to only cross half of the street. The license plate couldn’t be read in the rain.

“You think they were watching the building?” Kelvin asked.

“Who knows, maybe someone had stopped to use their cell,” Dustin replied. “Just remember the car, just in case.” They walked back toward the Towers and crossed the parking lot. The streets were empty, and it appeared they were the only two outside.

Suddenly, the still silence from the street broke as loud sirens filled the air. Blue and red lights bounced off each side of the street. An ambulance drove cautiously past Dustin and Kelvin, and then it slowed. It turned into the street where the mysterious car had driven. The sirens stopped, and then silence fell over them again.

“You want to go and take a look?” Dustin asked. “It feels strange.”

They crossed the street and walked toward the corner. The strange car drove out of the street and headed into the distance. Dustin could see that the ambulance doors were wide open, and the bright, fluorescent light glared from inside.

“Fuck, someone’s just targeted the ambulance,” Dustin said as he started running. Kelvin followed, and they reached the ambulance. A body was laid out on the sidewalk, and now, their blood trickled and mixed with the rain. Kelvin heard a groan from inside.

“One’s still alive here,” he yelled.

Dustin climbed into the ambulance. A woman in her twenties coughed and spluttered as she looked up to Dustin. He held her head on his lap as Kelvin called 911.

“An ambulance has been hit on Fourth and Winchester, one’s dead, and one is barely alive,” Kelvin yelled into the cell as rain drummed against the ambulance roof.

“What happened?” Dustin asked the girl. Her mouth opened and then a thick trickle of blood ran down her chin. Dustin grabbed the sheet from the bench and dabbed it against her.

“We were on our way from Colorado Springs with a shipment of blood. It came over the radio there was a fatal crash, and we were at the end of the street, so we responded.” The young woman coughed up more blood. “The car blocked us, and then the rear doors were pulled open, and the boxes of blood were taken.”

“Shit, they are still looking,” Kelvin remarked. “They must really be desperate to make these super-werew—” he started to say as he saw the woman watching his lips.

“What were you going to say?” she whispered as her eyes closed and her breathing slowed. Dustin pushed his hand against her shoulder where she’d been lacerated. She slipped into unconsciousness and he felt helpless.

“You think she’s gonna be okay?” Kelvin asked.

Dustin shrugged. She had lost a lot of blood, and there was hardly any supply in Cripple Creek. “I don’t want her to die,” Kelvin said. “She can have my blood if I’m a match.”

“You don’t even know her,” Dustin said.

“Just call me a good Samaritan.” Before they could talk more, the red and blue lights of the second ambulance pulled into the street. The two EMTs jumped into the ambulance.

“We need to get her to the hospital quickly, she’s barely hanging on,” the older guy yelled.

“Can you drive?” the younger one asked Dustin. He nodded and climbed into the driver seat. They lifted the dead body into the back as Kelvin closed the back doors. He pulled his hood from his head as he looked down at the dark complexion of the girl.

“Is she going to make it?” Kelvin asked.

“I don’t know. From the look of all this blood I’m surprised she’s still alive,” the older one replied. “The problem is, we don’t have hardly any stock at the hospital.”

“Take mine,” Kelvin said as he pulled off his jacket and bared his arm.

“You might not be a match, then you can do her more harm than good.”

Kelvin shook his head. “We don’t have time for this. My mom said I was special, and I trusted my mom. Just hook me up to her,” he yelled.

“I could get in serious shit for this,” the EMT said as he wiped Kelvin's arm to disinfect it. Kelvin clenched his fist as the needle pierced through his skin and into his vein. The plastic tube filled as Kelvin's blood flowed.

“What blood group are you, any idea?”

“No idea, you’ll have to get me tested at the hospital.”

Dustin drove like a madman through the unrelenting rain. The wipers dashed back and forth at double speed. The radio crackled as he drove into the darkness. The EMT reached over the seat and grabbed hold of the radio intercom.

“Four-three running hot. ETA ten minutes,” he yelled.

The voice crackled from the speaker. The EMT dropped the mic on the seat and sat back and looked at the woman who was laid out, right there in front of him. Kelvin sat with his fist clenched as the ambulance rocked back and forth. The sirens screeched as his body lolled from side to side.

“Almost there,” Dustin yelled over his shoulder.

The EMT tightened the straps over the woman’s gurney. “You’re going to have to walk alongside her,” the man explained.

“No problem, just lead the way,” Kelvin replied as Dustin pulled the ambulance into the emergency zone and killed the engine. The rear doors opened, and the staff removed the gurney as wheels dropped onto the concrete floor. They pushed the girl through the doors as Kelvin walked briskly to keep up.

“Her pulse is weak,” a doctor yelled as he pulled his stethoscope from her chest. “What wound has she got?”

The EMT from the ambulance shrugged his shoulders in dismay. “I didn’t look. I thought I was going to lose her. I made her stable and here we are.”

“What’s the donor’s blood type?”

The EMT shrugged his shoulders again. “We had no time, and the guy’s mom said he was special. He might be right, because this is one lucky girl if she pulls through.”

“Katrina, her name’s Katrina, we all call her Kat for short.”

Kelvin pricked up his ears. I like that name, and she is kinda cute. I wonder if she digs wolves.

The hospital doctor pulled the tube from Kelvin's arm. He took a sample and held it in front of Kelvin's face. “I hope to God you’re a match or you could’ve killed her.” The doctor gave the sample to a nurse for immediate and rapid testing.

Kelvin shook his head. “No way. I’ve saved her life, just wait and see.” The girl murmured as the doctors moved her from the gurney. They cut open her jacket to check the wound on her shoulder and neck. The cut was spread a good six inches. Blood oozed from the slit. The doctor pulled open the wound to check inside. It was clean. No internal damage.

“We can’t stitch it,” the doctor said. “We need to plug it fast, or she’s going to go,” he yelled.

“Staples,” a nurse screamed.

“The skin isn’t loose enough,” he replied.

Kelvin leaned forward and looked at the doctor. “If you want to plug that hole fast, you’ll need to use ethyl 2-cyanoacrylate, that should do the trick.” Kelvin stepped back as the doctor and nurses turned to look at him.

“Okay, Doogie Howser M.D, what the fuck’s ethyl 2-cyanoacrylate?” the doctor asked.

Kelvin grinned sarcastically. “Super glue!”

* * *

Tanya pulled Gabriel's head from between her legs. He inched his body up against hers and kissed her firmly on her pursed lips. She tasted the sweetness of her own nectar on his lips as he pushed his tongue; hard into her mouth. Tanya pulled her legs together and clamped them around Gabriel's hips as he squirmed and rubbed his hard shaft against her sensual mound. Her breasts pushed into his muscled chest as she reached between their bodies and took hold of his manhood with assertion.

Gabriel gasped as her hand started to stroke the full length of his hardness. Tanya looked deep into his sparkling eyes as her grip tightened. She pulled on his hard cock and teased the head with her thumb. She circled the rim, which flooded his spine with sensual shudders.

“Are you ready for me now?” Tanya asked, seductively.

“Hell yeah, I’ve been ready since this morning.”

Gabriel raised his hips and rested his weight on his hands. Tanya tugged at his manhood and rubbed the hardened tip against the soft wet warmth of her most-wonderful place. His hips drove forward as he pushed the full length of his arousal into her body. Tanya raised her legs and wrapped them around Gabriel’s waist. She held him firmly as he ground his body against hers.

Tanya stared into Gabriel’s eyes as he increased his tempo. Shallow pants of ecstasy fled from her lungs as she cupped her breasts and tugged gently at her hardened peaks. Tanya arched her back like a cat as her hips gyrated and rubbed against the thrusting prowess of Gabriel's loins. Gabriel pressed himself with want inside her sweetness, and her moistness enveloped the full length of his pumping caress. Their bodies entwined in a dance of lust as he thrust him himself with wild abandonment.

“Gabriel, do it to me. Pretend you are still a wolf. Let me see that animal inside of you,” Tanya cried out in breathlessness.

Gabriel raised his body and pulled on Tanya’s hips. He glanced down as he bit his bottom lip. Their bodies crashed together as the sounds of damp skin filled the bedroom. The sound of rain crashed against the window as they slid together with ease. Tanya pushed her hips forward to accommodate Gabriel more. Her womanhood enveloped the full length of his heat as he filled her with lustful, animalistic passion.

Tanya quivered and murmured. Her hands were placed on his shoulders as she licked her lips and rolled her eyes back in a sweet sensation. Her head tilted as she reached down her body with one hand. Her finger extended as she pleasured herself. Gabriel pushed harder and held her arched back from the bed. Tanya’s legs quivered as her body readied itself. Her finger rubbed her nub in a blur as he held her tight.

“Gab, I’m so close,” she yelped out with pleasure.

Her sweet and final cry filled the room as her hips bucked wildly with each of Gabriel's rampant thrusts. Gabriel felt his body tingle, like a wild animal performing its natural capability. With want, he bucked within her as his seed welled up inside. The sexual pressure pushed him closer to his finish as he finally exploded. He panted as he came deep inside her quivering body. Gabriel pushed again as he felt a frenzy of simultaneous explosions. Glorious waves of splendor flooded from his loins.

His chest rose as he gasped for air. His body stiffened in its release. Tanya laid her arms at the side of her body as her own chest (which ebbed and flowed in a gentle, sensual wave) moved with emotion. Tanya unwrapped her legs from Gabriel’s waist, more than satisfied with their encounter.

He rolled to the side of her and tilted his head, beaming a wide smile. “Fuck… you are good,” he said, with definite meaning.

“I’d say the same, but your ego would take over,” she replied as she pulled the bedsheet around her body. “We need to shower, we have to go and speak to Maria,” Tanya remarked.

“I thought you were going to ask if I wanted to go again!”

“Well; do you?”

“I think we need to speak to her first. If nothing else, we need to tell her about the shaman.” She looked at him with a quizzical face. “You think it was true, what he said?” she asked.

“If there’s any chance of getting my wolf back, then yes, I will believe,” he replied. “It kinda sounds like the thing Declan went through, nevertheless, I reckon there’ll be more to it than that.”

“Like what?” Tanya asked, pulling the bedsheet tighter around her body to stay warm.

“First up… where the hell do we find a shaman?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Shit.”

“One turn that deserves repayment is a good one.”