Free Fever by Lara Whitmore Page A

toward him is far too cold.”
    She ignored his observation. “I assume you’ll want him to move with us.”
    “Of course. That affair is already being resolved.”
    The silence that followed was only broken by the occasional shifting of files. Anna backed away, intending to return to the motel and inform Logan of this move . If the pack planned to invade another town, they might be forced to radio the Society, risks be damned. Lives would be at stake either way.
    “Wel l then, I’ve given the lab files an acid bath. If that’s all, I think I’ll go home and rest up for tonight’s City Hall meeting,” the woman said. “Our last, isn’t it?”
    “That’s right.”
    “Usual time?”
    “Eleven, sharp. We should be on the move by midnight.”
    “Thank goodness. I never could stand the ambiance around here…”
    Anna didn’ t wait for the woman to finish. She continued backing away until she rounded the corner, using their conversation to cover her footsteps. Then she made haste through the nearest exit door. Though she wanted to run like hell, she forced herself to remain cautious as she returned to her motorcycle.
    A meeting. In City Hall, tonight. It would be the perfect opportunity to kick some werewolf ass. Their only opportunity, if she overheard correctly. They might never have another chance to gain the upper hand on an entire sanctuary.
    Any pity she felt for the werewolf at the motel was overshadowed by a rush of excitement. Logan wouldn’t be happy to learn the antidote was mostly gone, but he would be thrilled to learn about the meeting. It was their chance to prove their worth to the Society.
    Rounding the dumpster, she was pleased to find her motorcycle right where she left it.
    “Hey, honey,” she whispered affectionately.
    A ccording to her watch, it was almost noon. They had less than eleven hours to come up with a plan.
    Anna mo unted her motorcycle and let her head fall back. No pressure or anything. Although… Her eyes shifted to the fire station beside her.
    That could work.
    The fire station was bound to contain heavy duty equipment. Chains, locks, controlled accelerant.
    Some people might think it was frightening how Anna began to tingle in certai n places, but she couldn’t help it. Killing werewolves was hot . And it was about to get even hotter.
    There were a few errands she needed to run before showtime. Rule number one was to conduct reconnaissance whenever possible, which meant her first stop would be City Hall. She needed to learn the building layout and find points of escape to seal them. Most importantly, she had to do it now, so her scent faded before nightfall.
    It briefly crossed her mind that someone might be watching the building, or even inside… but immediately before a big move, everyone was more likely asleep. With a potential kill this big, she didn’t have the luxury of playing it safe.
    An na cracked a smile as she donned her helmet. Her only obstacle now was finding City Hall. In a town as small as Pinechester, it should be easier than finding the nearest gas station. She’d begin her search with main street. Park a block away. Get in and get out before darkness fell.
    Then before she returned to the motel, she’d break into the fire station and scrounge what goodies they’d need. It might take hours to organize what they’d need, but it would be worth it.
    Heavy metal blared in her helmet speakers as she pulled away from the dumpster. Tonight, eve ry member of the pack would burn.

Chapter Ten
     
    Logan paced at the foot of Vincent’s bed. He struggled to remain calm and breathe, but whenever he looked at the time or at Vincent, he began to worry all over again. Anna should have been back by now. And while Vincent’s fever had broken, he hadn’t opened his eyes for hours.
    F ibers of the horrid orange-brown carpet gathered around his shoes as he paced. Back and forth. Back and forth.
    Mental i mages of Anna’s potentially violent demise wouldn’t leave