Free Black Heart: Wild On by TW Gallier

hunts."
                "What are they celebrating?" I said.
                "Life," Gabe said, and shrugged. "I think. I've never had another werewolf tell me exactly, and I don't think they really know or care. I think it is just an excuse to gather together, hunt, show off, and party. Each night of the Wild On ends around a bonfire, where they roast the night's kill and feast. Most of the time they evolve into an orgy."
                "Ah, an orgy," I said. " Now we know why they celebrate Wild On."
                The others nodded.
                "Orgy?" Heidi said. "Do they do everything as a pack, even fuck??"
                "Pretty much," Gabe said, and laughed. "Can you get me an invitation to the Trudeau Wild On run?"
                "Yeah, right," I said.
                He shrugged. "Well, like I said, the vamps and witches started joining them, and even having their own versions of the Wild On. Deep Ellum has a big street party on the night of Wild On, and all the clubs that cater to that crowd have Wild On parties for the entire five days. I've been to a few, and they are wicked wild."
                "Great," I said, locking eyes with Dane. "They invited us to an orgy. Me for Henri and you for Mercedes. How sweet."
                "I see," Dane said. He looked at Gabe, "Wednesday is the full moon, so Wild On is on Wednesday? Right? Would it be different than the Wild On runs they have on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday?"
                "Yes, the night of the full moon is the official Wild On, and that is the night all the packs in the Dallas area gather together for a really big run," he said. "It's a way for them to bond some, because most of the time they are pretty territorial and don’t get along with other pack members. The other five nights is just packs getting together to hunt and party."
                "Are there a lot of non wolves at these events?"
                "I wouldn't know," Gabe said. "I've never been invited to one."
                "Interesting, but of no consequence to us," I said. "We have bigger problems. For one, Ben Rothschild. Secondly, Timmy Saxon."
                "Who is Timmy Saxon?" Gabe said. "Another rogue vampire?"
                I froze. Mercedes interrupted us last night before I spoke to them about Timmy. How could I allow the situation to get out of control like that, when my friend needed my help?
                "What about Timmy?" Sabrina said, rushing over to me. "Was he Changed?"
                "No," I said. "Timmy was kidnapped by what looks like vampires. It almost looks like they were trying to recruit him, but I think they have criminal intentions instead."
                "I am completely lost," Dane said.
                "Me, too," Gabe said.
                "Timmy's a good friend of our family," Sabrina said.
                "Almost like a brother," I said. "Two nights ago he was pulled from his car and taken away, after threats toward his wife and infant son. All his wife knows is they wanted him to join them, voluntarily."
                "Why not just mesmerize him, or Change him?" Gabe said.
                "I don't know. It's all too strange," I said. "There's more. His wife said he'd already been bitten three times by them, starting in November."
                "Fang whore?" Dane said.
                "She swears he wasn't," I said. "And he worked during the day up until he was taken away, so he hasn't been Changed."
                "What do they want from him?" Sabrina asked.
                "I don't know, but Timmy is a CPA, working for a private accounting firm," I said. "His clients include Antoinette LaRue and the Trudeau Family, not to mention other members of the vampire council."
                "Maybe he