"No, I barely had time to toss a change of clothes in my backpack before I had to leave." We made our way out to the car, a third warrior, Anatoly. I sat in the back with Sergey as we pulled into Moscow traffic. "Have you located her yet?"

"No," he said. "We left a man at Father Kempechny's apartment and another at the graveyard, those were the only two places we figured we might pick them up. She just had too big a head start." He looked over at me. "Our Alpha said to help you and protect her, he didn't say why."

I could tell it bothered him,...