I just smirked as I shook my head. "You're a little late. Randall is in New York City; he left this afternoon. Talia is up by Pittsburgh on Werewolf Council business, and Erica is in New Orleans."

His talons moved deeper into my neck. "Erica and the others were not in New Orleans," he said. "WHERE. ARE. THEY."

"Up your ass and two blocks left."

His left hand moved, punching me in the side and breaking several ribs. "Your loyalty and attitude are earning you a far more painful death than I had planned," he said. His fangs extended and he bit into my shoulder, drinking deeply of my blood....