She lunged out of the car and sprinted for the pub, straining with every sense to glean information about what was happening inside.

The screaming came from the front. From the pub side. As she rounded the corner of the building, a gun went off. One shot.

A monkey leaped and ran beside her, shrieking at her.

A... a capuchin monkey... a monkey?

Her stride faltered, and she stared at it. As it yelled at her, she saw in the light of a nearby streetlamp the monkey had no tongue. "Go back to the car!" she ordered.

Instead, Robin jumped to hang on her leg. He dragged at her, clearly trying to stop her from going forward.

She tried to brush him off as she charged toward the front door. Toward what used to be the front door. The door itself was in shreds, a piece of wood still hanging from the hinges.

Ignoring the monkey hanging on her leg-at least he had stopped shrieking although his hard little monkey fingers pinched at her thigh painfully-she slowed, walked along the edge of the building quietly, and peered in.

There was blood everywhere, with furniture knocked awry, body parts and playing cards strewn everywhere, and monsters.

Huge, very werewolf-y looking monsters. One monster savaged a body. As she stared at it, Arran stood up from behind the bar and fired a hunting rifle point-blank into the face of a second monster that rushed toward him. It fell but just as quickly rolled onto its feet.

Aw, d.a.m.n. It was never a good sign when bullets didn't faze a creature.

She didn't pause to think. Instead, she acted. Lunging toward the monster that was getting to its feet, she slapped the confusion spell onto its back. It faltered and looked over its shoulder at her.

For a breathless moment she looked down a ma.s.sive, b.l.o.o.d.y muzzle with long, sharp teeth meant for rending. The monster turned toward her, and it kept turning in a circle... and turning. Its growl changed to a puzzled whine.

Arran was dead white and shaking. "What the f.u.c.k is wrong with it?"

"Doesn't matter." She gasped. "It'll do that for hours."

She felt a rush of air. The monkey had climbed up her body and shrieked an earsplitting warning in her ear. Arran jerked the rifle up to his shoulder and fired just behind her. Whirling, she saw the first monster already climbing to its feet.

She had two confusion spells, one on each side of her hand; two telekinesis spells, again, one on each side of her hand; and the corrosive defensive spells on her forearms. Before the monster could scramble to its feet, she slapped it with the second confusion spell.

Another scream split the night.

Arran said, his voice shaking, "Maggie."

"Call for help," Sophie told him. She grabbed the puck, pulled it off her back, and flung it to the area behind the bar where it could take cover, then she raced to the back game room with the dartboard.

Pausing on the doorstep, she took in the details of the room at a glance. Dead body parts, check. Blood all over, check. One of the monsters was in the process of tearing apart a closet door while Maggie screamed from inside it.

Really bad situation, check.

Oh man. If the gunshots didn't keep one of these monsters down, would her telekinesis spells do much better?

She couldn't stand by and watch it rip Maggie to shreds. Striding forward, she delivered a roundhouse punch to the monster's broad, powerful side. The blow lifted the creature into the air and slammed it into the opposite wall. It crashed halfway through the plaster and hung suspended in the hole it had created, half in the room and half in the kitchen behind it.

Sophie turned and, ignoring the painful tearing pull in her weak side, hauled Maggie bodily out of the closet. The other woman was hysterical, sobbing and babbling. Sophie grabbed her by the shoulders.

That got the other woman's attention. With a hiccup, Maggie stopped screaming to stare at her.

Behind the other woman, Sophie could see the monster pulling itself out of the hole in the plaster. She told Maggie, "Run."

As Maggie raced out of the room, Sophie didn't wait to watch the monster finish extricating itself from the ruined wall. Her spells called for close quarters and being proactive. Striding forward, she swiped at the monster's shoulder, activating the corrosive spell and skipping back several paces.

While she watched, the spell began to eat away at the monster's shoulder. With a final yank that pulled down half the wall in a cloud of plaster dust, the monster broke free and tried to swipe at its shoulder.

At the same time, the monkey leaped on her back and shrieked in her ear again. She snapped, "Not helpful!"

The monster fixed on her. Even as the corrosive spell consumed flesh and bone, it began to stalk her from across the room.

Her mind raced. Option: run until the corrosive spell ate it up. That sounded like a great one, but for the next several moments, it could run too, and she had already seen for herself that these monsters were much faster than she was.

As she backed up, it advanced.

She had one telekinesis spell and one corrosive spell left. Both necessitated her getting within biting distance of those wicked teeth. This was going to suck so bad.

Calmly she told the monkey, "Go on, Robin."

The monkey pinched her ear painfully. Ow! Not helpful!

Keeping her eyes on the advancing monster, she edged toward the door. With one hand, she plucked the monkey off her shoulder and threw it through the doorway. The monster's reddened eyes tracked the movement. For a moment she thought it was going to go after Robin. Then its attention came back to fix on her. It gathered itself, and she tensed.

It was going to leap, and when it did, it wouldn't be expecting her to dive forward, because that would be Stupid and Crazy. But if she could get underneath it, she could punch it as hard as she could with her last telekinesis spell.

After that, she didn't know what she was going to do. One step at a time.

The monster leaped, and she dove forward. The maneuver didn't turn out as well as she had hoped. She landed hard on the floor and didn't flip over fast enough to get a punch in as it sailed overhead, so when it spun around to face her again, she was lying on her back looking up at it.

Good news: she still had the telekinesis spell. Bad news: she was going to have to use it while she faced all those killer teeth head-on.

Before she could roll away, it limped forward and landed on top of her, driving the breath out of her lungs. G.o.ds, it was so heavy she couldn't move. The corrosive spell had eaten away one shoulder and part of its torso, and she didn't know how it was still moving, but it was.

Why didn't it go down?

It bared ma.s.sive teeth and snaked its head down to her. She fought to grab hold of its neck and keep that giant muzzle at bay, at least long enough for the stupid creature to realize it was dying.

Behind it, an avenging angel appeared, lean, dark, and fast, and wearing the same chilling, ferocious expression she remembered from the first time she had seen him.

Who'da thunk it? She was actually glad to see that terrifying a.s.shole.

He had his sword drawn, and it was dripping with blood again. His eyes blazed with dark fire as he whirled to strike. She felt the blow shudder through the monster's body as Nikolas decapitated it.

The head flew through the air, and she lost track of where it went as a fountain of blood gushed over her. She managed to get one arm over her eyes before the warm wetness drenched her, while the monster's body collapsed heavily over hers.

Shouts sounded outside, and sirens, but in the room, silence fell.

Sophie peered out from underneath her arm. Nikolas stood over her, breathing heavily, and his hard, beautiful face wore an expression she didn't know how to identify. Anger? Relief? Incredulity?

He pointed the dripping tip of his sword at her and said between his teeth, "Are you insane? You ran into the building."

She wiped monster blood off her lips. "Apparently, so did you."

He glared at her, while behind him, the weight of something heavy creaked on the stairs. Before she had a chance to call out a warning, Nikolas had already whirled. He was ready when another one of the monsters rushed down into the room and attacked.

Sophie struggled to get out from under the dead weight lying on top of her. The monster lunged, and Nikolas danced to one side, the blade of his sword flashing silver and crimson. As she wriggled free and rolled to her feet, Nikolas. .h.i.t a pool of blood and skidded, going down on one knee. Flawlessly he shifted position with his sword to cover his fall, as the monster bunched its muscles to leap at him.

Both Nikolas and the monster were wholly focused on each other. Taking advantage of that preoccupation, she jumped forward and slapped the monster on the haunch with the telekinesis spell. The blow spun it around and knocked it sidelong into the damaged wall, which brought a fresh rain of plaster down.

When it whirled toward her with a snarl, Nikolas had gained his feet and was standing between them. In a powerful, full-body swing, he decapitated the monster. Wincing, she watched the head spin into the air and bounce into one corner.

Silence fell again. Outside, sirens approached, and she could hear people shouting. None of it touched the room, where she and Nikolas stood staring at each other. Plaster dust floated in the air like white powdery snow, coating the sprays and pools of deep, liquid red.

Nikolas threw his sword down, strode over and grabbed her shoulders. "Are you hurt? Did you get bitten?"

"What?" She didn't understand his blazing expression, and her attention wandered back over the scene. The monster that had landed on her was gone, and in its place lay a dead, decapitated man.

What. The. f.u.c.k.

He shook her urgently. "Sophie, did one of them bite you?"

"No! I'm fine!" She tried to shrug off his hold. "I know I must look like Carrie at the high school prom, but none of this is my blood. Nikolas, where did the monster go?"

He looked where she gestured, at the body of the man nearby. He told her grimly, "That is the monster."

She nodded. It was the only thing that made sense. As he bent to pick up his sword, she turned and walked through the ruined front room, out into the cool night air.

As she stepped outside, Maggie and Arran rushed at her. She fielded questions and effusive, tearful thanks as best she could, while the police arrived. Then she fielded questions from them too, answering everything patiently, sometimes multiple times. No stranger to crime scenes, she felt a tired calm settle over her as she watched them cordon off the area.

Since Sophie was a latecomer to the scene, the police focused much of their questioning on Arran and Maggie, and when Nikolas stepped outside, they focused on him too, giving her room to breathe.

Walking several yards away to get some s.p.a.ce, she drew in deep breaths of the cool, damp air. A neighboring woman brought her a warm, wet towel, a hot cup of tea, and a blanket.

"Don't worry about the towel or the blanket, love," the woman told her when Sophie tried to refuse it. "They're old, ragged things, and it doesn't matter in the slightest if you get blood on them."

Thanking her, Sophie moved several yards to the side and used the towel to wipe off the worst of the blood from her face and hands. Then, as the night had turned damp and cool, she pulled the blanket around her shoulders and sat at the curb to drink the tea. It was hot, creamy and sweet. It wasn't how she usually drank tea, but it was utterly delicious.

When she sat at the curb, the monkey reappeared. It climbed up her body and pushed its way into the blanket, chittering at her grumpily.

"Don't you be grumpy at me," she told it as she put an arm around it. "I'm very annoyed with you right now. What was all that pinching about?"

The monkey b.i.t.c.hed back at her wordlessly, dark eyes snapping.

She rubbed her tired face. "Stop. Just stop."

It fell silent and huddled against her side.

Why hadn't anybody remarked on the monkey? Granted, the scene in the pub was dramatic in its horror, but a monkey was quite an oddity. Couldn't they see it, or was the puck cloaking himself? She gave up questioning and focused on drinking her tea.

Black-clad legs appeared beside her, the material streaked in blood. As she looked up, Nikolas squatted beside her. Dark hair fell on the strong plane of his brow, and his expression was shuttered. He carried a mug of tea too.

She told him, "I'm surprised you stayed to talk to the police. I half expected you to disappear out the back when they arrived."

"I almost did," he said. "But too many people had seen me, and you'd given your statement before you and I had a chance to discuss it. Besides, I might come into town again. Better to be upfront. We didn't do anything wrong, and we prevented more people from getting killed."

She nodded. "So, about those werewolf-y looking monsters."

"They're werewolves," he replied.

She took a deep breath. "Is that why you said it wasn't wise to roam the countryside during full moon?"

"Yes, although London and other urban areas are worse."

"London." She set her mug down on the curb and turned to look at him. "You're saying there are werewolves, in London? Like the song-'Werewolves of London'?"

He raised one sleek eyebrow. "Of course. That's where the song came from. Didn't you know?"

A laugh barked out of her. When a nearby man frowned at her, she covered her mouth to m.u.f.fle the noise. When she could speak again, she said, "No, I didn't know."

"You don't have werewolves in the States, do you?"

Lifting one shoulder, she replied, "I don't know, we might. I don't know of any. If we do, they aren't prevalent enough to reach the news. The only wolves I know of are Wyr shapeshifters, which isn't the same thing." She paused, frowning. "I guess I shouldn't take anything for granted. What do you mean when you say 'werewolf'? Are we talking about the same thing?"

"I mean lycanthropy, a virus. It was why I was so worried about your being bitten. A victim who has been bitten has only a short window of time to get treatment before the virus becomes irreversible." He shifted closer to her and said in a low voice, "Those weren't just normal werewolves that attacked the pub."

That was another unwelcome set of concepts. There was such a thing as normal werewolves? And abnormal ones?

Sophie watched his mouth as he shaped his words. Really, he had the s.e.xiest mouth she had ever seen.

Fascinated and feeling as if she had stepped into a strange dream, she murmured, "How could you tell?"

"Werewolves by law are required to register with the National Health Service and cage themselves during the full moon. There are public cages available for those who don't have the ability to build one for themselves. Those that don't cage themselves run wild. They're undisciplined and chaotic, like rabid dogs, and they hunt down animals to feed on-rabbits, deer, unwary humans. They don't break into houses to attack people." He set his mug beside hers. "The ones that broke into the pub here did so for a reason. They were acting under orders, which means they were the Queen's Hounds."

Under the blanket, the monkey was shivering. She put her head in her hands and said telepathically, Isabeau has a legion of werewolves?

Yes, but her werewolves don't need the full moon in order to change. They can change at will, and they band together and strategize. Gawain believes they can telepathize even in their b.e.s.t.i.a.l form. He paused. That means either her Hounds were searching for Robin, or they were searching for me. Since we killed all of them, we can hope that n.o.body else has become aware of your presence yet. Switching to verbal speech, he said softly, "You still have time to back out and go home."

"LA isn't my home," she muttered. "It's just a place where I stayed for a while."

Lifting the edge of the blanket, she looked at the creature nestled inside. Large dark eyes watched her from the deep shadow. The filmy cloudiness had vanished, and he watched her with sharp intelligence. She noticed his skewed eye had straightened. If that could heal, it must have been damage he sustained in captivity.

With a gentle finger, she urged him to open his mouth, and he did so obligingly. A new bud of flesh had appeared at the stump at the base of his mouth. He was regrowing his tongue. He was still too thin, and he needed a series of meals to correct that, but he was healing. Maybe as he recovered he would begin to speak again.

Watching her, Nikolas said, "You're not going to leave, are you?"

"Nope," she said. "Although I'm going to leave here."

Setting the monkey on the ground, she pushed stiffly to her feet. Now that the battle was over, she was beginning to feel every bruise and ache. Sharp pain radiated out from her weak side, and somehow her shoulder had gotten wrenched. She wrapped her arm around her torso protectively.