Chapter 1

Her nose twitched. Lifting her face into the cooling breeze of dusk, she inhaled deeply, a small smile touching her full lips. Callie Anne Wolfe had found their prey. The walkie-talkie squelched when she hit the talk button and she hurriedly turned it down, not wanting to alert their target.

"I got him," she said softly into the transmitter. "Two blocks north of Main just off Neppesing Lake Road."

Shadow's voice came over the small speaker. "Stay put, Raven. We're on our way. Do not try to apprehend him on your own repeat, Do not! Understood?"

"Yeah sure," Callie said but she didn't hit the talk button. Sarcasm dripped from her words. "More macho bullshit. I can take care of myself better than anyone on this team."

She reached into the small holster at her back and plucked out her specially designed taser. It gave off a stun twice as strong as a normal police issue taser and was made to Callie's specifications. Of course, the targets that her team went after were a lot stronger and a lot scary than any serial killer known to man.

"Good thing I'm not a man," she muttered, pulling up the hood on the team suit she wore.

It fit snugly, outlining every curve and dip she possessed. The suits were made in dark gray leather, cut to fit each member of the team with a small patch on the shoulder with the initials ASP blazoned across it in silver and a place to tuck in her badge at her waist when it was time to look official.

Callie glanced around, searching for the rest of the team. Taking another deep breath, she realized that the subject was moving away and would be beyond even her powerful senses before anyone arrived to back her up.

"Fuck," she steamed, slapping her palm against her sleek, leather encased thigh. "He's going to kill me for this." A sigh escaped her lips as she took off, running lightly in the heeled boots that went with the suit. Following her nose, she slowed when she sensed it was closer.

The mouth of an alley loomed before her, dark and creepy looking, beyond the streetlight. Pressing her back up against the brick of the drugstore, she glanced quickly down the alley. Even her highly advanced senses couldn't see through the gloom of the alley, leaving her blind as she stepped out of what little light there was into the dark.

Her walkie squelched and she lifted it quickly. "Down two more blocks to the alley. I'm not sure where it is, but it's in ... ah!"

The walkie fell to the ground, shattering. A huge foot slammed down over what was left, smashing it more. One huge, meaty hand reached out and grabbed her arm, yanking her forward and into the brick wall.

Callie felt her skin scrape free against the rough wall, her breath almost knocked out of her lungs by the powerful hand. "Ugh!" She tried desperately to hang on to her taser but it fell from her hands bouncing once into a pile of garbage bags.

Her other arm was grabbed and then something long and thin curled around her ankle, yanking her legs apart so that she was spread eagle against the wall. Her hood was knocked back, a forked tongue flicking at her throat and ear, as if it were tasting her to see how good of a meal she would make.

She struggled, but even her immense strength was no match for this giant. "Let me go, you son of a bitch!"

The thing that had grabbed her ankle slid up, caressing her calf and then her knee before slipping over her leather clad thigh. Callie badly wanted to look down, to see what it was, but she couldn't move.

It rubbed at the thick seam that ran between her legs, trying to find a weak spot in the fabric where it could get at her skin. Callie kicked back with her foot, hitting what felt like a cement filled pole. "I'm going to kick your ass, fuckwad. Let me go!"

It hissed, its breath foul in the already fetid air around her. "No."

The thing moved again, frustrated by the well made suit. It rose up the front of her body, finding the zipper that closed the suit. Pulling down, the tight leather split, exposing a creamy slash of pale skin.

"Niceeeee," the huge lizard-like animal hissed, its big head coming into her view over her right shoulder, staring down the length of her body. His tail released the zipper when it reached the stop, sliding up and pushing the two sides of the suit further apart to expose her breasts.

A trail of saliva slipped from the thing's mouth, dropping to slide down her skin, clinging to the pale brown of her nipple.

"God, ick," Callie growled, feeling her stomach turn. "Keep your bodily fluids to yourself, dickweed!" She took a deep breath, slamming her head back and into the thing's face, taking it by surprise. It staggered back and Callie dived to the side, grabbing for her taser and sliding her finger over the setting dial, turning it to full power.

It roared and Callie got her first good look at it now that her eyes had adjusted to the lack of light. Green scales covered most of its body except for down at its groin. There a thick thatch of almost human looking hair was a nest for a sex organ bigger than Callie's arm.

"Oh, fuck no. You aren't getting that thing anywhere near me," she breathed, her finger on the taser's trigger.

It wiped away blood from its mouth, glancing down at the green smear on its hand before roaring loudly. Then it attacked!

Four tasers hit it almost at the same time. It growled but didn't go down. Callie hit her trigger again before ducking under the hugely muscled arms, driving her fist with as much power as she could into the beast's groin.

It stopped almost dead in its tracks, its mouth opening but no sound coming out. The animal's huge yellow eyes rolled back into his head and he teetered for a moment before falling back to the ground.

"Geez, Cal, I think you killed it."

"It drooled on me, Angel. Be glad all I did was kill it." Callie took a step back before realizing her suit was still open. Grabbing the zipper tab, she slid it back up.

"Nice tits," Marcus said, coming to stand beside her. "You okay?"

"Fine," she said shortly. "But I need a shower."

There were sounds of sirens in the distance, growing louder by the second. "Cops," Angel said, reaching into the pocket in the front of her own suit and pulling out a small communicator. "One big lizard out for the count but we got cops on the way, Central. Advise."

"Burn the body and get out of there," came the reply.

"It's not dead," Callie said, loudly enough for the communicator to pick up.

"Then I suggest you kill it."

Shadow, the leader of their team, bent over and grabbed the beast's arms. He dragged the animal over to the overflowing dumpster. "Cover it with bags. We'll watch it and when the humans leave, we'll come back and collect it." To be sure it wouldn't get up and walk away, Shadow grabbed specially made zip ties and slid them around the massive wrists and ankles of the beast.

They finished quickly, ever aware of the growing sound of the sirens. Then Shadow slipped into the dim murkiness of the building's shadow and disappeared. Angel gave Callie a quick smile and leaped lithely to the fire escape above their heads. Climbing at a speed almost too fast to see, she was sitting at the top of the metal stairs by the roof in seconds.

"Need a lift?" Marcus asked by her shoulder.

"Nope, got it covered," Callie said. She watched as huge wings unfurled from his back and he leapt into the air, leaving a strong breeze behind to ruffle through her hair.

Callie quickly unzipped her suit, pulling it off her curvy body. She threw it behind the dumpster and then took a deep breath.

The change was quick and relatively painless. When it was over, a black wolf stood next to the dumpster, her silver eyes moving over the hiding spot of the beast before she turned and moved deeper into the alley, hiding in the shadows.

She was still there when the police arrived, squealing their tires and shouting out orders. Shaking her huge, well shaped head, she watched as they tromped around the alley, shining their lights and waving their guns. Any evil thing with even half a shred of dignity would cringe at being caught by them.

One beam fell upon her and she shrank back, closing her eyes to keep them from shining in the light. Holding her breath, she waited to see if they would advance or if she had escaped detection. The beam flashed over her once more and then was gone. Callie opened her eyes to watch as one officer called it in as a false alarm or a crank.

She rose on her four legs, moving closer to the beast when all but one officer got back into his car. This one man sensed something; she could see it in his face. If he got too close to their subject, she would have to dart out and lead him away.

After a few minutes, he shook his head, turning away from the alley and headed to his car. Saying something Callie couldn't hear, they backed out and sped away. She stayed where she was for a moment before she looked up to see Angel's long slender legs standing next to her.

"Nice puppy," Angel teased, patting Callie's head until she growled and snapped at her. "Uh oh, bad dog," she said, baring her own fangs. "Go get dressed. We still got work to do before sun up."

Marcus drifted down, his feet lightly touching the sticky alley floor. He folded up his wings, crossing his huge arms over his chest. "I ain't touching that thing."

"Baby," Angel scoffed. "I can't believe what a wuss you can be sometimes, Wings. I swear I think you slept your way into the squad."

"What if I did? You see the happy face on the Magistrate?" He dropped one hand, rubbing it lightly over the front of his pants. "This is better than any stun gun I know."

"That's because anyone who sees it is too busy laughing to be able to hurt anyone," Angel shot back, laughing when she saw Marcus's green eyes narrow. "Did I hit a button, baby?"

"You two knock it off. You're worse than any two year olds ever thought to be. We've got to get beast boy into the unit and get back to the House before someone else decides to call the cops." Shadow turned toward Marcus. "You go get the unit, and fucking hide those wings, would you?"

Callie walked up, flashing a hint of cleavage as she zipped up her suit. She pushed her thick black hair behind her ear, making an effort to not stare at Shadow. Right now, every emotion she felt was in her eyes and she couldn't afford to let him see how she felt.

"Come on, Angel, let's get the trash bags off him."

"Did you see the size of the cock on that boy?" Angel said, going to Callie's side to help her. "Imagine what he could do to you with that." She sighed, the sound one of longing.

"You need to get laid," Callie laughed.

"You know it." Angel grinned.

"You always need to get laid," Callie said, dumping the last bag off of the beast.

"Yep, something wrong with that? Maybe if you got laid more often, you wouldn't be so uptight all the time." Angel glanced back at Shadow, watching him as he spoke into the small communicator. "I think we might have a volunteer to help you with your problem, girl."

"Oh, shut up. He doesn't feel like that toward me. He doesn't feel like that toward any female I've ever seen. You don't think he's gay, do you?"

"Gay? God would that be a waste," Angel said licking her tongue over her lips than across her fangs. "The boss is definitely bitable."

Callie narrowed her eyes at Angel. "Do you remember the old werewolf/vampire feud? Watch it."

Angel laughed, the sound dark and lovely. "I knew you wanted him, Cal. Why don't you just hop in his bed some night? It would save all the moonie eyes and panting you do around him."