Elena's POV

Clay and I followed the humans to a hovel of an apartment not to far from the bar. After we knew where they were staying we tracked their sent to where they had come from.

A little before dawn their trail led us a warehouse not to far from the docks. It was a good place for the McMillan's to have set up operations. Out of the way enough that few would hear anything but not so far as to be inconvenient.

After I picked up on Jack and Arnold's sent we decided to stay back so that they would not pick up on us in turn. The area was begging to have some early morning works show up. At this point we needed to rest, and it was becoming clear we were likely to be spotted if we stayed to check things out during the day.

We were staying at a mid range motel on the first floor that was easy to get out of but also had a decent view of anyone who approached from the parking lot. Both of us were tired but after this type of tracking mission we were alway somewhat agitated. Our wolf natures feeling a bit teased by not having the chance to capture the intended prey.

The room door shut behind us hard enough that Clay must have given it a kick. "Don't worry we'll get them soon" I was't completely certain if he was talking to himself or me so I made no verbal response. Instead I started to shed my clothes. "I should update Jeremy on what we found" He said.

"It's early. If he is resting you should let him rest a bit longer, besides there isn't anything pressing that we can tell him." Though my statement was true I also needed to catch my metaphorical breath before dealing with what would be going on at Stonehaven.

I did the mental math in my head and confirmed that by now the woman, Siobhan, would either be a werewolf or she would be dead. Either way it was to much to deal with right now.

Clay nodded his agreement to wait. Then his brain must have switched from pack business to current events because his eyes turned hungry as they took in the fact that I only had my bra and panties on.

"We should sleep, it was a long night." I told him. Then I turn my back on him as I move toward the bed seeing if he would take the bait. I couldn't help the sly smile that crept onto my face. Clay made an excellent diversion so long at it wasn't him I wanted to avoid.

I didn't hear him move, I just caught a small sense of it behind me. As Clay lunged I side stepped out of his path so that he hit the bed. Then I pounced on his back riding his downward momentum to pin him down as I straddled his lower back.

With my hands pushing his shoulders into the bed I lean down so that I could whisper in Clay's ear. "You really didn't think it would be that easy did you" I said in a slightly sing song voice as I let my breath tickle him. Then I caught his earlobe in my mouth to give it a light suckle.

With that he gave a deep growl that I could feel through his body. An arm caught one of my thighs and held me while he pushed up and turned his body so that I was straddling his front.

"Course not darlin, I would be disappointed if it was" Then he reared up and captured my lips in a heated kiss. I basked in his taste and warmth. When Clay rolled us again so that he was on top I nipped his lower lip hard enough to get his attention. Then pushed him back so that I could strip off his shirt. He gave me a little huff of a laugh.

With the shirt out of the way I began to give nipping kisses across his chest and down his torso. His hands went to work to remove the remainder of my clothes.

Before I could help Clay out of his jeans he grabbed my wrist and moved so that I lay with my back on the bed and my hands were pinned above me by one of his hands. The free hand slid from my knee up to my breast caressing my curves has he went. One of his knees found its way to the apex of my thighs causing a delicious friction as we moved against each other. I couldn't help the way my hips bucked up against him.

He began to trail kisses across my body as his hand continued to explore me. Clayton Danvers was not a man of romance and poetry as most people saw it. The way that he would look at me and I would know that he longed for me with the depth of his entire being, was Clay's romance. The way he would touch and kiss me until I knew for sure that he loved every part of me, was his poetry.

By the time he finally slid into me I had such a feverish need for him that I was beyond coherent thought. It was well into morning by the time that we were both spent, and I was blessedly able to sleep without dreams.

"We plan on going back tonight. If we are lucky enough to find one of the mutts we will trail them till we find out where they went to ground. If not then we'll dig up what we can in the warehouse" That was Clay on the phone, presumably with Jeremy.

Not exactly what I wanted to wake up to. When I looked over Clay was sitting at the little motel table while he had his conversation. Hair still damp from the shower and wearing nutting but a towel. Damn he looked good. If it weren't for that conversation I would have started to tease him into round two.

Instead I made my way to the small bathroom. I needed to put some distance between Clay's conversation and myself. I only half listened to him speak as I took my time with the morning routine.

"She survived, then" I swear my heart stopped for a moment when Clay said that. I couldn't hear Jeremy's reply but I knew Clay would not have said that unless he was sure Siobhan was alive.

My legs felt weak and I griped the counter for support, overwhelmed by the emotions surging within me. Some women would covet the position of being the only female in a group let alone a species. Loving the status of being unique within her very own microcosm, but not me. The idea that I wasn't alone echoed in my head. I couldn't hold back the relief that that thought brought me. For years I had hoped and wished for this. I had wondered if maybe, just maybe it would be easer to live with being a werewolf if I wasn't the only woman around.

But I also know that surviving the change and accepting life as a werewolf are very different things. Would she fight it as long as I did? I had fought against what I had become and it had resulted in me being in that cage for weeks. I fought Jeremy seeing him as my warden more then my proctor. Eventually his patience and love overrode my anger and fear. Will I have to watch that from the other side now?

I stepped into the shower and hoped against hope that the hot water could wash away all my fear and pain. I was not alone. But now another woman would suffer as I have. How could I wish for that, how could I feel happy at that news? A small part of me did and it shamed me to acknowledge that.

I needed to focus. All of this would not help her and it wouldn't help me. What would help was getting rid of the McMillan's and their messed up business so that we could all get on with our lives.