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the kitchen and into Peltier House. Once they were out of sight of any humans, Sasha used his powers to vanish and pop into the doctor’s office on the second floor. Fury was a little more cautious.
    Because no one had mentored him on how to use his magick when he hit puberty, his control of it was less than desirable. More to the point, he refused to let anyone know just how little control he had. No one knew his shortcomings and lived to tell them.
    So he walked up the stairs to the rooms that were set aside for medical aid.
    As soon as he entered the small office area, he saw Margery, Carson, and Sasha waiting for him.
    “Why didn’t you follow me?” Sasha snapped.
    “I did.”
    “Yeah but—”
    Fury interrupted him. “I’m not leaving a power trail for one of you assholes to use against me. Walking works for me. So where’s this lion?”
    Carson stepped to the back of the office where another door led into the hospital area. “I have him in here.”
    Fury followed him. As soon as he entered the sterile room, he froze. There was a woman leaning over the lion on the gurney, weeping. She had one hand buried deep in his mane while the other was lying palm-up on the table. In thecenter of her palm was the elaborate design that marked her as someone’s mate. The affection she showed toward the lion made it a safe bet that he was hers.
    “Anita?” Carson said gently. “This is Fury Kattalakis. He’s here to help find the ones who did this.”
    Sniffing, she lifted her head to give him a look that said she wasn’t impressed with his offer. “My pride is after the ones who caused it.”
    “Yeah,” Carson said gently, “but the more trackers we have, the more chances to find them and hopefully get a cure.”
    “We are lions—”
    ”And I’m a wolf,” Fury said, cutting her off. “If I need raw brutality and force, I’ll call you. But if you’re looking for someone who did you wrong, nothing tracks better than one of us.”
    Carson put his hand on the woman’s arm. “He’s right, Anita. Let him see if he can help us find the culprits before they prey on someone else.”
    She tightened her hand in the lion’s mane before she got up and stepped away.
    Fury approached the table slowly. “Is he fully animal or does he retain any human rationale?”
    Carson sighed. “We’re not sure.”
    Those words wrung a deep sob from the woman.
    Fury ignored her and approached the table. The lion growled low as Fury neared him. It was an animal warning. The wolf inside Fury rose to the forefront, but he tamped it down. While the wolf might want to fight, the man knew a lion would tear him up. Sometimes it was good to have human abilities, even if those sometimes went to war with his wolf’s heart.
    “Easy,” he said in a level tone as he balled his hand into a fist to protect his fingers. If there was nothing inside the lion but animal, it would respond to any hostile or fear pheromonesit smelled. He held his hand out slowly so the lion could catch his scent and intent.
    The lion swatted at him but didn’t hurt him. Good. Fury put his hand on the lion’s back. Leaning closer, he felt the muscles shifting, but they weren’t bunching to attack. He breathed in and smelled the scent of Carson, Margery, the female lion, and others. But it was the lightest smell that sent him reeling . . .
    A wolfswan.
    Fury looked at the lioness. “Have you been around any other Lykos?”
    Anita indicated the wolf by Carson. “Sasha.”
    “No,” Fury said slowly. “Female.”
    Anita scoffed. “We don’t mix with other breeds. We are purists.”
    Maybe . . . but there were other scents he picked up on, too. Jackal, panther, and wolf. “When were you around a jackal?”
    “Never!” she spat, indignant at the mere suggestion. The jackals weren’t exactly anyone’s favorite breed. In the land of outcasts, they were the omega animals. The ones everyone avoided and picked on.
    Sasha moved closer. “I smell it,