Page 17 of Pack Kasen: Part 1

We have to be careful,I tell my wolf for maybe the hundredth time.

She’s been simmering with rage since the cops found Doug’s body. She’s not the only one. I went to class, acted perfectly normal, but inside, I don’t think I ever stopped wanting to tear apart whoever killed him.

She knows that.

For her, hunting is fun. Not tonight. Tonight is serious.

I can’t imagine a single student is wandering around campus tonight, and not only because the principal sent a message to all the students that we weren’t to leave our dorms at night.

Donnie’s was closed, so even if I’d wanted to work tonight, I couldn’t have. No students mean no beers or shots to serve.

Hidden in the shadows of the bleachers, I wait and I watch.

Every now and again I spot a pair of cops or campus security patrolling with small bright torches and guns holstered in their belt, on the search for the elusive Gregson College Killer.

As the last of the cop's torch lights fade, I turn away from the front of the bleachers.

I’ve toed my sneakers off and I’m getting ready to strip out of my pants when a soft creak makes me freeze.

I strain to listen but… nothing.

That doesn’t mean something isn’t there.

I peer out through a gap in the bottom row of the bleachers. Across the football field, in the gap under the opposite seat stands where the traveling supporters sit, something stirs. I’m trying to figure out what it is when a face comes into view and my gaze clashes with a familiar hazel gaze.

“The creep,” I breathe.

His hazel eyes, more green than brown, flash a vivid jade green.

The breath sticks in my throat as feral intelligence hooks me to the spot.

Oh my God, he’s like me.

I’m frozen by shock and indecision.

The Gregson Campus Killer is like me. I know it, even if the cops don’t. I’ve never seen this guy before, but just because I haven’t, doesn’t mean he hasn’t been keeping his distance as he quietly picks off my exes for some strange reason.

I start stripping out of my jeans, then stop when he retreats into the shadows.

Fuck.

If he’s gone, he might be gone for good.

What if this was his hunting ground and now I’ve found it, he takes off and hits another college campus?

Abandoning changing, I warn my wolf to stay on high alert as I sprint around the bleachers toward the creep. This might be a trap—hell, it’s definitely a trap—but if he killed Doug, I can’t let him get away. I might never see him again.

There’s not even a whisper of sound as I sprint toward the traveling side bleachers.

Then I catch his scent: fresh pine and sharp apple.

My wolf snarls a warning as I duck his grab when he springs at me from behind one of the thick metal poles supporting the seats.

“Always like when my prey comes to me.” He grins and lunges.

I leap away, wheeling around as I think fast. He’s big. 6’3 or more and two hundred pounds. If he’s like me, he’s a hell of a lot stronger than the linebacker he looks to be. The element of surprise just went out the window.

I lift both arms, palms to him as I slowly back up, feigning fear. “Why are you here?”

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