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Micah was in the crowd. He turned and looked at me, his mouth and chin covered in blood. As if Nathaniel read my mind, he said, “He was trying to call flesh and help Cisco heal the wound.”

Micah could help a healing wound heal faster by licking it. He’d done it for me once. He wiped the blood off his face as he looked at me across the room. The look on his face was anguish. He’d tried.

Lillian hit Cisco’s chest three times, four, but that high-pitched alarm sound just kept going. Flatline.

I didn’t hear the door open, but Richard came through leaning so heavily on Jamil, one of his bodyguards, that he was being half-carried. Jamil put him by the gurney. Their bodies blocked me from seeing what was happening.

Cherry was swabbing my hand; she had a covered IV needle in her other hand. I looked away. Richard’s power ran over my skin like heat. Nathaniel shivered where he held my hand. I glanced at him. His body was covered in goose bumps.

“You feel it?” I asked.

“We all do,” Cherry said, and the needle bit home in my hand. I squeezed Nathaniel’s hand hard and kept staring at Richard’s broad back.

Micah came to stand at the head of my gurney. He’d wiped most of the blood off, but his eyes held defeat. If I’d had a spare hand I would have offered it. He laid his face against the top of my head. It was the best we could do.

Jamil stumbled away from Richard, leaving him to half-collapse across the gurney. Jamil’s body exploded; one second he was tall, dark, handsome, the next he was the black-furred werewolf that had saved my life once. Lillian fell to the floor, her body writhing, twisting. She was suddenly gray-furred. She lay on the floor with her newly ratty face turned up to the gurney. The other doctors and nurses kept their distance. Richard was trying to bring Cisco’s beast, trying to help him heal by forcing him to shift. But the alarm was still screaming, still letting us know that Cisco’s heart wasn’t beating.

Richard clutched at the gurney with one hand and Cisco with the other. His power spread through the room as if someone had forgotten to turn off some invisible hot bath, and it was filling up the room. Micah stood up, put his hand against my head. I felt his power spring to life, felt him throw it around the four of us like a shield, keeping Richard’s power out. Most of the time Micah could protect the other wereleopards, but my ties to Richard were too strong. It worked today. Today, Micah held me in the calm of his power along with Nathaniel and Cherry.

Richard screamed, a long, loud, anguished sound. He collapsed to his knees, one hand still clinging to Cisco’s arm. The arm flopped limp, dead. Richard’s back rippled as if some giant hand were pushing out from the inside. He threw his head back and screamed again, but before the echo had died, the scream turned into a howl. Fur poured over Richard’s body. It was as if his human body were ice, melting to reveal fur and muscle. His human form just melted into a wolf the size of a pony. I’d never seen him in full wolf form, only the half-and-half. The wolf threw its head back and howled, long and mournful. It turned a head as big as my entire chest to look at me. The eyes were all wolf, amber and alien, but the look in them was not a wolf’s look. It held too much understanding of the loss that lay on the gurney.

One of the other white coats started turning off the machines. The scream of the alarm went silent. Except for the ringing in my one ear the room was deathly quiet. Then everyone began to move. The doctors and nurses started pulling things out of Cisco’s body. He lay on his back, eyes closed. I remembered seeing spine in the throat wound; now the bone was covered. He’d been healing, but not fast enough.

Jamil climbed to his furry feet and put a half claw, half hand on the wolf’s back. He said in a voice gone to growl, “I’ll take us to feed.”

One of the doctors helped Lillian to her feet. She seemed more shaken than Jamil was, but then I’m not sure she’d ever had someone rip her beast from