As I worked, I thought about how well and truly fucked we both were right now. Ker was gone, whether she ran or was taken didn't matter, she wasn't here to help us. I didn't blame her if she ran, Al was as good as dead and she had her baby to protect. I had werewolves and Cartel heavies headed our way, and Al was a few minutes away from death.

I could leave him to die, or I could do something to help him live. Something irreversible. I shifted and bit him just above his injured knee.

He screamed as he woke up, looking around scared then he took...