Eternal Hunter (25 page)

The wounds on the surface would take the longest time to heal. Shifters recovered from the inside, out. Mother Nature’s way of taking care of her priorities. Priorities like the heart and lungs and all the internal organs.

“You’re a hell of a fighter, Erin.” His voice was a soft rumble.

The EMTs went to work on him.

She forced a smile and stepped back, knowing she was in the way. “So are you.” If he hadn’t fought so hard, for so long, they never would have made it to him in time.

His gaze bored into hers. Not dull anymore. So very blue.

Jude.
He was back. She could almost see the strength pouring into him.

“You had one of the…dreams, didn’t you?”

Erin forced a nod. She’d never forget that vision. Until the day she died, Erin would always remember what it was like to see Jude murdered before her.

She took another step back.

“You weren’t too…late this time.”

No, not this time.

Jude didn’t even wince when Bishop drove a two-inch needle into his shoulder. Probably not necessary, not like he could get an infection, but—

“Thanks for…saving my ass, sweetheart.”

Her lips trembled into a smile. “You’re welcome.” And she slipped in the blood and fell on her ass.

Come nightfall, the demons would be making his delivery.

A bound and beaten tiger shifter—all ready for the kill.

He smiled as he stared into the swamp. Thick trees, lazy moss, muddy water.

When he was finished, he’d toss the body out here and let the alligators take care of Donovan.
What was left of him.

The body would never be found. No evidence, no crime.

It’d be for the best that way. The shifter had too many friends. Too many hunters on his side.

Yes, it would be far better for the world if the bastard just vanished, and he would make certain that was exactly what the shifter did.

Erin would be all alone then. She’d think her lover had abandoned her.

All lost and alone—what would she do?
Turn to me
. He’d take her, of course, but not until she’d paid for bringing the tiger into their lives.

A little pain would be good for their relationship.

An alligator cruised past him, never slowing, never glancing his way.

“Dinner’s coming,” he whispered.

The woman was amazing—and she’d seriously saved his ass.

The EMTs were done. Done jerking on him. Done driving their needles into his flesh.

They’d stitched him up. A good thing because he needed the stitches. Until the healing was finished, the stitches would keep the wounds from worsening. When the skin mended, the stitches would fall away, and he wouldn’t have to worry about leaving a trail of blood behind him when he hunted.

Because, hell, yeah, he was going hunting.

Dee tossed him a pair of jeans. His backup clothes. Jude jerked them on, managing not to wince at the pull from his injuries. Nudity didn’t bother him a bit, but there were humans around, and they expected certain things.

Like clothing.

“Good job,” Tony told the EMTs.

“He needs to be in a hospital.” From Bishop, the chatty one. The other guy hadn’t said a word the whole time he worked. When he’d first strode from the stairs, Jude had seen the way the fellow eyed the demons on the floor. Too much knowledge had been in his stare.

The guy knew they were in a den, the demon equivalent of a crack house, and he wanted out.

Was he a demon? Could be. Then again, he could be just about anything.

“I’ll make sure he sees a doctor,” Zane said. “Night Watch has a physician on staff.”

Since when? The guy was a world class bullshitter.

The EMTs filed up the stairs. Most of the demons had already been hauled up to the upper level. Other paramedics had come to patch those lucky bastards. Tony had wanted them stitched, then shuttled to the jail, ASAP. The sooner the demons were off the street, the better for the rest of the city.

The door slammed behind the EMTs with a loud, hollow clang.

Jude rose, feeling every ache and pain in his body. He met Zane’s stare, then Tony’s. Yeah, most of the demons were gone—all but one, in fact.

The ringleader. Zane had gagged the asshole when the EMTs first went to work. A good precaution, that.

Time for some payback
. Jude stalked toward him, with Zane and Tony right at his heels.

The demon’s eyes widened and a high cry broke against the gag.

A smile curved Jude’s lips. “Hey there, asshole. What? Did you think I’d forgotten you?” No way. This one, the guy who didn’t reek of drugs and decay, was the ringleader. The one who’d set up his ambush.

The one who’d wanted him dead on the stinking floor.

Jude lifted his claws and put them right over the demon’s chest. “I’m having a really bad night, as you can see…”

“Jude.”
Erin’s tense voice.

He stilled. This wasn’t going to be pretty, but then, she’d already proved she could handle the hell that came in his life. He wouldn’t tell her to leave because he knew the attack was tied to her. Had to be. He’d been hunting her stalker, only to become prey.

Prey.

Oh, yeah, the demon would pay.

He glanced back at her. “You don’t have to see this.” He’d told her about the darkness inside of him, but this could take it to a whole new level for her. Fighting to protect was one thing. Savaging a demon for information was another.

And it just might be something she couldn’t accept.

Erin’s gaze held his. “Yes, I-I think I do.” She wet her lips.
Her kiss.
It had been like the woman’s kiss had brought him back. “I’m not leaving you.”

He sure wasn’t leaving her. Jude managed a nod.
Don’t fear me.

Her eyes narrowed.

No choice. He turned back to his prey and jerked the gag loose with his left hand. “Tell me the name of the asshole who hired you to kill me, or I’ll cut your heart out and fucking stuff it down your throat.”

Erin sucked in a sharp breath.
I warned her.

And he was really holding back with the asshole. If he’d had his way, Jude would have already been attacking because in his mind, he could still see the demon swarm going after
her
.

“I-I wasn’t s-supposed to k-kill you!”

His claws dug in. “Erin, you sure you want to see—”

“
I
don’t want to see this,” Tony muttered. Jude glanced his way, but never lessened his hold on the prey. “And I can’t see this! I’m a cop, I
can’t
let you assault a—”

Zane punched Tony in the face. The cop went down, out cold. Zane shrugged. “Now he doesn’t have to get all cop-worried on us. Clear conscience. Nice sleep.”

“Fair enough,” Jude said because it was, unfortunately, a routine they’d done before with Tony. The guy would wake up soon, pissed, but in the clear.

“Uh-oh.” Dee dropped beside Tony. “I think he hit his head when he fell.”

“I think his head just hit my fist.”

She shoved Jude’s mangled clothes beneath the cop’s head. “No, that was his
face.
” Her fingers skated through his hair. “No bumps. No blood.” She rose, brushing off her hands. “Next time, watch where he falls.”

Because, unfortunately, there would be a next time. For them, there always was.

But now…Jude looked at the demon jerkoff. Now the focus was on the guy who was breathing hard and sweating and clogging Jude’s nostrils with his stench. “Ready to die?” he asked the bastard.

“
No!
” The demon tried to jerk back, but his cuffs were locked tight to the chair. “H-he just wanted you hurt, w-weak—not dead.”

“You would have killed him.” Erin’s voice. Cold and absolutely certain. “You wouldn’t have just
hurt
him.”

The hair on Jude’s nape rose. Knowing that Erin had experienced one of those weird-ass death dreams about him made his stomach knot.
That close, huh?

Killed in a demon’s den, body torn apart and left on the stained floor.

Not exactly the way he wanted to leave this world. But then, again, he didn’t exactly have plans to be dying soon—death dreams or not.

“Th-thought it would be easier,” the demon rasped.

The guy had just confessed to planning to kill him—surely that deserved a good, old-fashioned ass whooping. Jude’s lips peeled away from his teeth. One good bite and he’d be able to—

“Never saw…the guy’s face.”

“Then how the hell did he contact you? How’d he arrange the attack?” Zane demanded.
Zane.
Being in the den had to be torture for the guy. All those memories. Dee didn’t know about the demon’s past, but Jude did. Zane had told him one night when the tequila had been drained in an empty Delaney’s.

“He called me.” The demon’s fat tongue swiped over his bloody lip. “T-told me you’d be coming.”

So the stalker had maneuvered everything. He’d moved them around like freaking pawns.

Mickey
. Some tip. He couldn’t wait to get his claws in that hyena.

“I-I was s-supposed to deliver you…to him…tonight.”

Jude’s hold eased, just a bit. “Were you now?”
This was it
. The chance he needed. “And he was going to pay you on delivery, right?”

A slow nod.

“How much?” What was the going rate for a shifter’s life these days?

“T-ten grand.”

Now he was just insulted. Ten grand?

“Damn, Jude, vamps are worth more than that,” Dee said, and she would know. Vamps were her specialty, after all.

“These demons are addicts,” Zane grated. “They’d kill their own mothers for ten grand. Hell, they probably have.”

Jude didn’t look away from his prey. “This one’s not on drugs.”

The demon spit out a tooth. “Just…wanted the money. Knew the others…would do anything…for some cash.”

“Same as you.” Not an addict, but a killer straight to the bone. “And you
will
do anything…”

“Uh-oh.” Dee let out a loud sigh. “I think I know where the tiger’s going with this.”

“No, he’s not that crazy.” A pause from Zane. “Unless maybe the demons hit him too hard in the head. Could be he’s not thinking straight, could be—”

Tony let out a long, loud groan. Then, “Fuckin’ bastard. Knew what you were gonna do. Couldn’t you have pulled it some?”

“No.” Zane’s immediate reply.

“Wh-what are you talking about?” the demon demanded.

Jude smiled at him and fully retracted his claws. After all, he didn’t want to damage the demon. Especially now that he knew he needed the jerk. “You’re gonna earn your money tonight.”

“Wh-what’d I miss?” Tony asked, the words a bit thick.

“Jude.”
Erin’s voice was sharp.

She wouldn’t like the plan, but there was no option. The game was ending. He’d end it. “You’re gonna deliver me to the asshole who contacted you—and you’re gonna collect your money.”

Erin’s fingers dug into Jude’s shoulder and she spun him around. Her eyes were blazing as she snapped, “The hell he is.”

“T
his is a really stupid idea.” Erin’s stare could have burned a lesser man. As it was, Jude felt distinctly singed. “You’re already weak. You can’t seriously be considering going after this guy now.”

Weak
. Not a word he particularly enjoyed even though he still felt like he’d been hit by a truck. Or a dozen demons. “I’m getting stronger every minute.” True. He’d always known he was lucky to be a white tiger. If he’d been a fox—hell, it would have taken
days
for him to recover. Simple shifter fact: The stronger and rarer you were, the quicker you healed. Kinda like survival of the fittest multiplied, and it was sweet old Mother Nature’s way of making sure her once-in-a-blue-moon shifters didn’t vanish from the earth completely.

When you were hard to kill, you got to live longer.

“
You. Can’t. Do. This.”

He’d never heard that particular guttural tone from her before. The lady was walking a fine edge of rage. So was he. “This is it, sweetheart. The chance to bag the bastard and take him out.” The others were silent around them. Watching. Waiting. Even the demon prey had the sense to keep his mouth shut. “We finish this tonight, and there’s no more running for you. No more fear.”

“And if he kills you?” Her hands were small fists. Blood dripped onto the floor near her feet, and he knew that her claws were out, cutting her.

A rumble built in his throat and he crossed to her. Took her hands. Unfurled the fists. Her claws had dug deep. “Erin…”

She jerked away from him. “You almost died here.” Her right hand lifted, waving toward the peeling walls and sputtering candles. Luckily, someone—he thought maybe Dee—had broken the radio and ended the blasting stream of drums and rock.

“Almost doesn’t really count,” he murmured, and knew when her eyes immediately slit that he’d said the wrong thing.

“I saw you on the floor.”
Death dream.
“Blood around you. Your eyes wide open.
Dead.”
She shook her head, sending her hair flying around her. “Don’t tell me that doesn’t count.”

“Uh? What did she see?” Tony asked. He was up and gingerly rubbing his jaw.

Zane shook his head. “I’ll explain later, but, man, I really don’t think you want to know.”

Their voices drifted around Jude.
Erin.
He wanted,
needed
to hold her. But the others—

Ah, screw them.

He caught Erin and yanked her against his chest. He held fast when she fought him and when her head tipped back, he kissed her.

She bit him…then kissed him back. “Bastard,” she whispered against his lips.

A tremble shook her.

Or maybe it shook him. Hard to say. Her mouth widened and his tongue swept inside. This—
this
was what he needed. Her taste. Her flesh. His for the taking. His.

Always his.

“Uh, dude, seriously, if you two have sex, I’m outta here, fast,” Dee said, her voice gruff.

His head lifted. Sex with Erin. Always something he was up for but—

But darkness would be falling soon and a killer waited.

“You’re really going, aren’t you?” Erin asked as her hands rose to lock around his arms.

A nod. For her. He’d stop the bastard, one way or another.

She absorbed that, then said, “Then I’m coming, too.”

“The hell you are!” No, no way, she—

“My life, Jude.” Her hold tightened on him. “He’s been screwing with
my
life all this time. I’m not sitting on the sidelines anymore, and I’m sure not letting you go in alone with this freak waiting to tear you apart.”

Her scent filled his nostrils, sending his cock surging to full, hard attention and making his heart race with a twisted mix of lust and need and fear. Lust and need—because he always wanted her, even when he’d just left death’s cold door. Fear—the fear came because he didn’t want to risk her. She could take down demons, but if the stalker shifted, she’d die. “You can’t go with me.” Giving her a straight order wouldn’t work, but logic might sway her lawyer’s mind. “Erin, he’d catch your scent long before we closed in and the bastard would run.” Then they’d be back to square fucking one.

No. The game would end tonight.

“Uh…this really isn’t police protocol,” Tony pointed out.

“The police aren’t gonna be handling this.” Jude released Erin and stepped back. He thought maybe the move would help to ease the hunger he felt. No such luck. “Night Watch has priority. The shifter asshole is expecting me and the demon, and that’s what he’ll get.”

“Ah…not quite.” Zane cleared his throat. Jude glanced at him and saw the hunter’s green eyes fade to pure black. “He’s expecting you and he’s going to get
two
demons. The asshole over there—and me.” His smile held a cruel edge. “You freaking shifters think you can scent everything a mile away. Well, when he smells me, all he’ll get is demon.”

An answering grin stretched Jude’s lips. Zane had always been there for him, ready to kick ass and walk right into the dark. He slanted a glance at Erin. “Between the two of us, the wolf will go down.” The other shifter wouldn’t be expecting the threat—from Zane or from him and that would be his downfall.

Erin was one hell of a fighter. She’d more than proved that tonight. But now, it was his turn. “This is what I do,” he told her, his blood already heating. “It’s time for me to finish this hunt.”

The struggle was on her face. Fury and fear warring together. Yeah, he knew that mix well.

Jude turned to the demon who’d set him up to die. “What’s your name?”

His lips thinned.

“Ah, does he want me to beat it out of him?” Dee asked. “If I can’t go hunting with you, at least let me have some fun now.”

“Kyler.”

Jude grunted. “Okay, Kyler, this is how it’s gonna work. You’ll do
exactly
what I say or you’ll find out what it’s like to have a tiger rip you open.”

The black eyes didn’t blink.

“Got me?” Jude pushed.

A slow incline of his head.

“I’ll be watching you, demon.
Every move.”
If it looked like the demon was going to sell him out, the bastard would feel a shifter’s rage.

Erin was silent and stiff beside him. The fury and fear raged on her face and the combination seemed to come off her in waves, thickening the air.

“You hired me to do this job,” he reminded her. “So let me do it.

Her golden eyes went glacial. “It’s not just a job. It’s your life!”

And her life. “This is what I do,” he said again. What he had to do, for her. Protecting what you valued most was the way of his breed.

Nothing was more valuable to him than Erin.

Her nostrils flared. “You don’t get so much as another scratch, you understand me?
Not a scratch.
You go in, stop the freak, and you come back to me.”

He blew out a slow breath. “You know, sweetheart, it sure sounds like you care what happens to me—”

“Don’t be an idiot.” Her finger stabbed into his chest. “You know I—”

Oh, come on, she couldn’t stop there.

“—I do.” Soft. Sad. “So
don’t
leave me, got it?”

Leave her? Not an option, now or damn ever. “Got it.”

She crushed her mouth to his. Made him ache and need and lust.

Her mouth lifted. Their eyes met. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

Then she brushed past him. The lady climbed the steps with her head high and her shoulders straight. The metal door screeched open when she reached the top.

Jude realized he was holding his breath.
Talk about a woman with power.

She could bring him to his knees so easily.

“Oh, damn.” Zane sounded bemused, confused, not like his usual cocky self. “That lady is…something else. Man, did you
see
the way she fought?” Zane had always had a soft spot for a woman who could kick ass and ignore names.

“Yeah, I did.” There had been no missing the way she’d fought to save him. A smart man held a woman who fought like that very close.

A smart man told her how he really felt, and he worked like hell to make her feel the same way.

“Uh, Jude…” Tony’s voice was back to that drawling roll now, not dazed anymore. “Are you sure about this plan? You don’t know what that asshole could have waiting for you.”

“He doesn’t know what’s
coming
for him.” No way was he backing down. “Don’t worry, Tony, I’m not scared of the big, bad wolf.” No, the wolf needed to be scared of
him
.

The sun was starting to set when Erin marched out of the den twenty minutes later. Red gold lights shot across the sky, looking weakly like trickles of blood.

Her hands fisted. “You’d better come back to me in one piece, Jude.”

He stood behind her, just inside the entrance to the den. “Don’t worry about me.”

Right
. “You almost died on me once today.”
Not again
.

“I’ll have backup.”

The demon.

She stared up at the sky and tried to pretend she was in control.
I can handle this
.

If she were going with him, she’d be handling it a whole lot better. If she were watching his back…

But Erin knew he was right. The wolf would catch her scent instantly.

Straightening her shoulders, she took a step forward. Dee stood next to a gray SUV, waiting semi-patiently for her. Jude had told the human to stay with her until he returned from the hunt.

A human? For protection? Seriously, she could rip the woman apart in less than ten seconds.

If she were the ripping apart type.

“There’s something you should know, sweetheart.”

She hesitated but didn’t glance back.

“I realized a few things in that filthy hole.”

Yeah, she’d realized some damn important things too. When she’d seen him and he’d been so still, a jarring realization had come real quick.
Can’t lose him.

“You stopped being a case for me, hell, almost from day one.”

She kept her shoulders straight and her hands loose at her sides.

“I fell for you fast,” he told her.

What?
No, no, he couldn’t mean—

She swallowed and stared up at that bloody sky.

“I’m coming back from this case, and I’ll be coming for you.”

Her hands curled into small fists. “Good.” And she looked back at him, standing so big and strong in that doorway. “Because if I don’t see your sexy ass within three hours, I’ll be coming for
you.”
He wasn’t the only one who’d fallen.

And Erin wasn’t about to lose the best thing that had ever happened to her. “Watch that ass, Donovan.”

Their eyes held.

I love you.

The words stuck in her throat. She wanted to say them so badly but—

“You too, sweetheart,” he murmured and her breath caught.

Then he was gone. Jude eased back into the den and she was left with the taste of fear on her tongue.

He watched his mate and fury iced his veins. Her face—her eyes—

Fuck, no.

This wasn’t the way the game was played.

The other shifter—he was prey.

But Erin didn’t look at the tiger as if he were prey.

No, not prey. So much more.

“Bitch,” the word was a growl that broke from his mouth.

He’d done so much for her. Sacrificed and punished—and this was how she repaid him?

Unworthy.

They could have been perfect. Unstoppable. The next evolution for their race.

The tiger had ruined that for him.

Ruined every fucking thing.

“You really think this plan’s going to work?” Erin stood on Jude’s ramshackle porch, her skin cold even though the night was too warm. She stared up at the stars and wondered just how close Jude was to death.

Again.

Bastard.

Be safe. Come back to me.

Because if something happened again, she wasn’t sure she’d get another vision. She’d sure never been able to control the dreams.

No, this time, she might not get a vision.

Just a body.

“I don’t know if it will work.” Dee stepped to her side, moving almost as soundlessly as a shifter. A good hunter, for a human.

Dee’s response wasn’t the reassuring answer she’d wanted, but Erin was quickly coming to see that Dee wasn’t exactly a reassuring kind of woman.

“You’ve been on a lot of hunts with him, haven’t you?” Erin asked, but she didn’t take her gaze off the swamp. The twisting trees, the gentle movement at the water’s edge. This was where Jude ran wild. His sanctuary.

Dee hesitated. “Ah, usually Jude hunts alone.”

Like he’d gone hunting at that den.

The human turned toward her. “He’s the strongest shifter I’ve ever met,” Dee told her.
Okay, that was reassuring.
Erin glanced at her as she continued, “And believe me, I’ve come across more than my share of shifters since I joined Night Watch fifteen years ago.”

Fifteen years?
But the woman barely looked thirty. Hell, more like twenty-five.

Dee laughed. “Don’t worry, I was legal.” A pause. “Barely. Jude took me under his wing. Taught me how to fight the supernaturals. How to survive. He’d only been in the Watch for a few years, but he’d already gotten a reputation.”

She’d just bet he had.

“Jude always gets the job done,” Dee said simply. “You can count on him.”

Yeah, she could.

A soft peal rang out from the area of Dee’s left side. She shoved a hand into the pocket of her jeans and dug out a cell phone. “Yo.”

Erin tensed.

“What? You’re kidding!
That’s great!
Does he remember anything? What? Yeah, yeah, we’re on our way.”

She ended the call with a flick of her thumb. “Givens is awake. That was McCall, he’s one of the hunters we stationed with Givens for protection. A few minutes ago, Givens woke up. McCall said the guy just opened his eyes and then he asked for his son, Tommy.”

Erin’s breath rushed out.
Alive
.

“The way I figure it,” Dee said, “we can sit up here with our thumbs up our asses or we can hightail it to that hospital, arrive before the cops do, and maybe get some info out of Givens.”