On the Prowl

came toward them. The idiot woman started toward him and his prey. “She won’t hurt me. She won’t—won’t even save herself, because I told her n-not to hurt you.”
    The beast’s muscles tensed. A fine trembling ran through the great body.
    Slowly, slowly, Nathan eased the knife away from its throat, but he held his position otherwise, crouched over the chameleon, his wounded arm strobing pain with each heartbeat. “If you stay back, I won’t cut her throat. But stay back.”
    She stopped. “You’re bleeding. Your arm. I need to…no, it’s stopping already, isn’t it? You said you didn’t like to bleed in a fight, but…Nathan, she couldn’t help it. She’s so alone, and she was dying.”
    There were tears on Kai’s face, shiny in the small glow of the mage light. Nathan stared at her, stricken. “What have you done?”
    “I don’t know, exactly. Only I touched her somehow, or she touched me…I’ve dreamt of her before, but tonight was different. I—I reached her. I feel her now. She came to me because she couldn’t be alone anymore, and I…I told her, in my sleep. I said she didn’t have to, so she came to me.”
    Pity twisted through him. He knew what it was to be cut off from all you knew. So alone…. “She’ll kill again, Kai. As you said, she can’t help it. There isn’t enough magic to sustain her here.”
    Kai took another step. “There’s more magic in some places, close to the big nodes.”
    “Not enough.” Eventually there might be, but not yet.
    Kai was only four feet away now. She held out her hand, and the head Nathan had pinned struggled. “Let her smell me,” Kai said. “She won’t hurt me. She won’t.”
    Nathan knew that every being had to decide his or her own course. He’d earned that knowledge one painful step at a time when he’d been stranded and had to learn how to make his own choices, all of them. But he felt sick, physically sick, as he slowly released the chameleon’s head.
    It—she—stretched her head out, sniffed the hand held out to her. And beneath him Nathan felt a vibration start.
    She was purring. The beast was purring for Kai.
    “Can you send her back?” Kai whispered. “Back where she belongs?”
    He couldn’t, no. But he knew one who could.

    THE mage light hung, motionless, in the center of the room, a warm orange ball pushing back darkness. Either the moon had set or clouds had moved in, for outside the night was entirely black. Cold, too, and with the window broken, that cold streamed in unhindered.
    Kai paced. Nathan, impervious to either cold or nerves, sat on one of the sleeping bags, eating an apple. And in one corner of the room, the killer sought by the entire city slept, her long body curled into the same sort of cozy ball a housecat would use to conserve heat, the tuft on her tail draped over her nose.
    She had a name. Kai sensed that, but couldn’t find it. What she got from the chameleon weren’t exactly thoughts, nothing that clear—sensations, feelings, and only the biggest of those. She knew the animal was hungry and weak, but content for the moment because Kai was nearby. She felt that contentment as a sort of rumbling at the back of her mind, like a sleepy purr.
    “How did she get through your wards?” Kai asked without looking at Nathan.
    “I’m guessing it was her tie to you. Your energy is in the wards. Somehow she used your key to come in.”
    Kai reached the wall and turned. “I don’t know how to make this sort of decision.” She stopped, frowning. “Come to think of it, I don’t understand why it is my decision. It’s your life I’m deciding, too.”
    Nathan finished chewing as calmly as if they’d been in his apartment, talking over a news report they’d heard on TV. “Part of it was mine to decide,” he agreed. “But I’ve made my choices. I could have chosen not to tell you of the possibility, or I could refuse now to call. But for your sake—and also for hers”—he glanced at the sleeping beast—“I’m willing to do it, if you wish me to.”
    The Huntsman. Nathan would call the leader of the Wild Hunt because he could return the chameleon to her own realm. He would do that…if Kai asked him to.
    “But will the Huntsman do it?” she asked.
    “I’m no longer of the Hunt, but if I call, he’ll come.” Nathan gave a little huff of amusement, his lips quirking. “If nothing else, curiosity would likely bring him. The Huntsman keeps hounds, but he has that much in common