“And crazy as hell,” Kim said. “Look at him.”

Fergus couldn’t look at Liam. His gaze slid sideways, back to Kim. “He senses his mate. He wants to f**k.”

“Wipe that disgusting look off your face,” Kim said. “I don’t even want you thinking about us like that.”

“Shut up, human. You’ll be his slave, and that’s all you’ll be. He’ll screw you until you die pushing out his cubs, and then he’ll find another female to give him more. It’s what we do.”

“I’m sure your mates would be happy to hear that.”

“My mates know their place.”

“I see,” Kim said. “Is this how you plan to take over the world? Repulsive imagery and insults?”

“We’re far stronger than humans. Without the Collars, we’ll quickly suppress those who suppressed us.”

“If your plan is so terrific, why is your Collar still on?” Kim asked him.

Fergus gave her a deprecating look. “The leader of the clan couldn’t be risked. We first needed to know that removing the Collars wouldn’t simply kill us.”

“How many did it kill?” Sean asked. The storm outside was building, the pressing humidity cut by an icy breeze.

“One or two.”

“Did it make one victim so crazy he went out and killed a Shifter woman and her cubs?” Sean went on.

Fergus’s eyes flicked sideways. “There were complications. You took care of him.”

“Sure,” Kim put in. “After he attacked me in my house.”

“He wouldn’t have if you hadn’t smeared your scent all over Liam,” Fergus said in disgust. “It smelled a rival’s mate.”

That’s why the thing was so fast and so good at tracking, Liam thought. It was a Collared Shifter, made crazy by having its Collar ripped off.

“I didn’t know that feral,” Sean was saying. “Or this one. Where did they come from?”

“New Orleans. I offered them something better than hiding out in the bayous.”

“Great offer,” Kim said. “ ‘Come to Austin. First we’ll make you insane, then we’ll kill you.’ ”

“No,” Sean said, voice tight with fury. “He no doubt offered them mates, their pick. Maybe the chance to move up in the hierarchy. My guess is they were low in their packs in the first place. And they were Lupines. If something went wrong—death or madness—they were only bloody Lupines.”

“I offered them freedom,” Fergus growled.

“Free to be hunted like you were in the past?” Kim asked.

Fergus’s face darkened. “Free as we were before humans rounded us up like animals. We had the run of the land. We feared no one. Humans took that away from us. All I’m doing is taking it back.”

“We were hungry,” Sean said, his voice quiet. “Remember? Winters with no food, watching family die, watching cubs not make it until spring?”

“And if we had humans feeding us, being our slaves, not the other way around, that wouldn’t happen.”

“Dream on,” Kim broke in. “Shifters are strong and hard to kill, but not impossible. I’m sure machine guns would do the trick. Is that what you want to see happen? Your pride mates mowed down by a SWAT team?”

“It won’t happen if you’re the slaves, you stupid woman. Liam, you might want to consider a different mate. Or at least use her up quick and get rid of her. I knew she was a pain in the ass the minute I laid eyes on her.”

“You touch Kim, you die,” Liam said clearly.

Everyone stopped talking. Liam walked toward Fergus, his boots loud on the stone floor. Fergus wanted to run—Liam saw that in the man’s eyes, his stance, every inch of his body.

Liam wouldn’t let him run. Fergus was his inferior; he had to obey Liam, and Fergus knew it, no matter how much he blustered. The instincts Fergus boasted about would force him to acknowledge his own weakness.

Kim had a power that Shifters lacked: the power to see all sides of a situation clearly, no matter how scared she was or how angry. She could argue with conviction, she could find a flaw in the other person’s obsession and tap it until he opened his mind and saw what she saw.

Fergus would never see anything clearly. But Liam did. At least, Liam had before Justin had ripped off his Collar and made his brain scramble.

Liam’s emotion and instinct warred with his reason, and none of them won. The wind outside grew colder, a bad storm for certain. Liam smelled the icy hail in the clouds, electricity that would fork down on the city at any moment.

One thought stood out from the others: Fergus had to be stopped. If Liam let Fergus go today, he would continue to push to “free” the Shifters, continue his awful experiments, making his victims crazed and violent while he honed the process. Fergus couldn’t control his ferals yet, and, Fergus-like, he was trying to make other people clean up his mess. For him, the end always justified the means.

“Kim is right,” Liam said, surprised his voice was so calm. “You are an ass**le. You’ll set Shifter against Shifter. We’ll kill each other long before the humans even know there’s trouble. We’ll each want our families to survive, and ours alone. Our gene pool, our pride. The Shiftertowns, the living with other species—you’re right, that’s artificial.”

“Exactly my point,” Fergus said. “We get Sean’s Collar off him, we get the Guardian—who can stop us?”