Derek's POV
My claws are still out, ready to tear apart whatever Council freak is stalking us through these tunnels, when I catch the scent properly for the first time.
Wait. What the f**k?
It's not the chemical-soaked hybrid monster I expected. It's... familiar. Human, but with the gun oil and tactical gear smell I remember from earlier tonight.
"Mills?" I whisper into the darkness.
Footsteps stop. Then start again, slower this time.
"Derek?" Her voice comes back, low and careful. "Don't shoot. I'm coming out."
"Like hell you are. Stay where I can see you."
But she's already moving into the weak light from my phone, hands raised where I can see them. No rifle. No sidearm. Her tactical vest is gone, leaving just a black t-shirt and cargo pants.
"Jesus Christ," I mutter, but I don'
