Gingerly, Kate pulled off her seat belt and slid out of her car. Jesse Haley was still in his bear form. She'd caught him as he was crossing the street from alleyway to alleyway. Hit dead on, he'd flipped up onto the hood, crushing the entire front half of the car and ending up in her windshield.
He was starting to move. Somehow, he didn't even appear injured—just dazed.
Kate took out her pistol and pressed it to his forehead.
“Listen to me closely,” she whispered. There was a crowd of onlookers gathered her. “I know you're in there—somewhere. No matter how primal and feral you may be, there's a man—or part of one, anyway—buried deep.
“I'll do it. And I feel that I'm justified. After what you did in that bar, after how you ran—then and now—no one will think twice.
“I don't wa
