She could walk back down the long alleys behind the crumbling buildings until she found a good spot. Alone. Without Sean and his mean sword to protect her.

Kim ducked into the alley behind Sean. If they’d found Michael, they could grab him and hightail it out of here.

Sean slipped his sword out of its sheath without breaking stride. Oh, no. Please, no.

Kim raced after him, her sandals pattering on the broken asphalt. She reached the small body stretched out on the pavement the same time Sean did and went down on her knees beside him.

“Michael.” Kim lifted him, breathing a sigh of relief to find him warm, his small heart beating. “Oh, thank God.”

Michael whimpered, and Kim held him close. The boy’s eyes were tightly closed, as though he’d withdrawn far into himself. Kim cradled him, rocked him, pressed her cheek to his hair. One of his hands was manacled, the chain stretching to a ring in the brick wall.

“You’re all right, sweetheart,” she said. “I have you. Sean, can you get the chain off him?”

Sean didn’t sheathe the sword. “Something’s dead.”

“What?”

Sean’s nostrils flared, and his eyes went white. Gripping his sword, he kicked the rest of the rotten boards free from the open doorway and ducked into the shadows of the building. A second later, Kim heard him exclaim violently.

Kim stood up. Michael clung to her, whispering, “The bad man. The bad man.”

“What bad man, Michael?”

He didn’t answer. The tether let her carry him just inside the shaded doorway. A wide warehouse floor opened out in front of her, an empty room a couple of stories high. Texas dust coated the floor and hung in the air.

Sean stood over a body sprawled in the middle of the floor. The man was large and naked, with shreds of clothes around him. Kim couldn’t see his face, and fear stabbed through her.

“Liam?” she asked, heart in her throat. Please, please, no.

“No,” Sean said. “I’ve never seen him before. But he’s Shifter, and he’s dead.”

Sean solemnly raised the sword, point down, the hilt between both hands. He whispered words Kim couldn’t catch as he brought the blade down into the Shifter’s chest. Air around the fallen man seemed to shimmer. Then, as had the Shifter who’d attacked Kim in her bedroom, its body crumbled to dust.

“He was feral.” Liam’s rich voice rolled out of the shadows. Sean straightened and turned, and Liam himself walked toward them from the back of the warehouse. Kim went slack with relief. “He told me Fergus and Brian were experimenting on him,” Liam went on. “They found a way to remove his Collar. That’s what Brian was doing the night his girlfriend was killed, and that’s why he couldn’t tell anyone where he’d really been.”

Kim put Michael down on the cool pavement, smoothed his hair, and reassured him she’d be right back. The boy lay down and curled into a ball, and Kim hurried inside. “Liam.”

Sean put a large hand on Kim’s shoulder and yanked her back. Kim collided with Sean’s chest, and his hard hand kept her pinned.

“What are you doing? Let go of me.”

Sean didn’t release her. Liam kept walking toward them. He was shirtless, and angry scratches bled across his chest. But he didn’t move as if he was hurt; he walked slowly, like a lion stalking its prey, every step deliberate, focused.

“Don’t touch her,” Liam said clearly to Sean.

Kim tried to start forward again, but Sean’s iron grip held her back. “No,” he said in her ear.

Liam stopped. “I said, get your f**king hands off her.”

Kim went ice-cold. Sean let go of Kim’s shoulder, but he didn’t step away. “Let her take Michael home.”

“Better idea. You run like hell and leave Kim and the boy to me.”

Kim’s heart pounded. “Liam, what is the matter with you?”

Liam walked into the light. His eyes were fixed, glittering, wrong. Around his throat was an angry red line where his Collar had been.

“He’s feral,” Sean said grimly.

“Oh, God.”

Kim’s heart pounded. No wonder Fergus wanted Brian dead; no wonder he’d told Brian to plead guilty and face the consequences. Fergus couldn’t risk that Brian wouldn’t tell a courtroom about their experiments on the Collars. Shit.

The Liam who stood before them was nothing like the Liam Kim knew. His warm smile, his loving blue eyes, the compassion that usually radiated from him—all had been wiped away. This man had hatred in his eyes, primal rage, the need to kill. He’d killed the feral in there and left Michael chained.

“Liam,” she whispered.

The Lupine who’d invaded Kim’s bedroom had terrified her. Having Liam’s white-blue gaze trained on her now was ten times scarier. No other Shifter was powerful enough to stop him, and Liam knew it.

“Run away, Sean Morrissey,” he said. “Or I’ll kill you too.”

“I have to stay. I’m the Guardian.” Sean went on in a low voice, “I already sent one of my brother’s souls to eternity, Liam. Please, please don’t make me have to do it to you.”

“You stood back and let him die.”

Kim gasped. “Liam.”

Sean flushed. “How the hell would you know, Liam? You weren’t even there.”

“I know you, Sean.”

Sean’s rage crackled, and the storm outside answered with a rumble. “Fuck you, Liam. Kenny died while you played good little deputy to a man you loathe.”