“What does this have to do with finding Wade and the cubs?” Jude said. “The demons are probably slaughtering them as we speak.”

“No,” I said. “They’re not. If the demons just wanted to kill them, then they wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of taking the wolves with them. They want them for some other purpose. The question is whether they’re doing it by someone’s command or if they have enough wherewithal to pull something like this off without any of the Grigori noticing.”

Samiel tapped his fingers so I would look at him. Focalor was trying to start an uprising. Maybe his demons have orders to continue without him.

Gabriel shook his head. “I am sure that Focalor’s minions are being watched closely.”

“Could a large group of demons do such a thing and go unnoticed by their masters?”

“In some courts, yes.” Gabriel frowned. “Which may help narrow things down. Not every court is as large as your father’s.”

“That’s assuming that the demons are acting without a master,” Jude said. He stood from the table and paced restlessly. “We’re not going to get anywhere by sitting around talking. We need to leave now.”

“And where do you suggest we go?” I asked. “You said yourself that you tried to follow the demons and your lead disappeared.”

“I have to do something!” Jude shouted, and something happened that had occurred the first time I met him. His bones shifted under his skin, and for a second I saw the wolf looking at me. Then he visibly shuddered, pulled himself back under control, and when he looked up again his face was Jude’s.

Everyone stared at me expectantly. Apparently, I was supposed to take charge.

“Okay,” I said, trying not to think about the cubs. If I thought about them, I would get emotional, and then I would be unable to think clearly. “First things first. We have to see if we can find out who’s doing this. Gabriel, do you think you could trace a power signature from the site where the wolves were attacked?”

“Possibly, if there is any residue from the demons’ magic.”

“Where is the rest of the pack, Jude?” I asked.

“They’re in hiding. We have a contingency plan in the event of an attack.”

“Are they safe where they are?”

His eyes flickered with some indefinable emotion. “Safe enough. I wouldn’t have left them otherwise.”

“Okay. Gabriel and Samiel, will you come with me and Jude?” I had to make sure to present the request as such. I refused to have Gabriel throwing it back in my face that I’d “ordered” him to do anything.

Gabriel nodded, his face grave. “Of course. I would not leave cubs in the hands of demons.”

I’ll do whatever I can to help, Samiel signed.

“I’ll come along, too,” Beezle said. “You’ll probably need me.”

“I’ll need somebody to complain about how hungry they are and to fall asleep in my pocket just when something horrible is about to happen?”

“You know, I’m starting to feel like my services are underappreciated in this house,” Beezle said, landing heavily on my shoulder.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the mess in the kitchen,” I said.

“Yeah, yeah. The dishes will still be there when we get back.”

“If we get back,” I muttered, wondering just what I was getting myself into this time.

We took a portal from the back yard to the place where the wolves had last been seen. It was some woody location in northern Wisconsin. I was a little unnerved by the complete and total lack of man-made noises, and tried not to reach for Lucifer’s sword, which I’d slung automatically over my shoulder before we’d left.

I am a city girl. I am accustomed to hearing the sounds of cars on the street, the roar of the El going by, the laughter of drunken Cubs fans. I am decidedly not used to the twitter of birds that are not pigeons, or the crackling of brush as little rodent things run through the forest.

The clearing had obviously been the site of an attack. Impressed in the dirt were the four-toed claw marks of demons and the paw prints of wolves. Broken shrubbery and bits of torn clothing were strewn everywhere. There were splashes of blood on the tree trunks, and the acid-burn streaks that indicated demon ichor.

Everyone in my party gave me the now-what? look. Beezle fluttered off my shoulder and alighted on a tree branch that gave him an overview of the area.

“What are you up to?” I asked.

“Surveying,” he said loftily.

“Code word for ‘napping,’” I replied. “Gabriel, will you look for any traces of power while the rest of us see what physical clues we can find?”

Gabriel nodded, but Jude gave an impatient huff.

“What do you think you will find that I didn’t? I told you, I tracked them as far as I could.”

“But you were upset and probably not thinking clearly,” I said, trying to be patient. “You may have missed a few things.”

“This is a waste of time,” he said.

“Fine, then don’t help,” I snapped. “Just sit there on your ass while we figure out who took Wade.”

“Are you implying that I don’t care about my pack?” Jude said.

I threw my hands up. “I imply nothing. Just do whatever the hell you want.”

I stomped away, sick to death of men and their delicate sensitivities. Samiel followed, tapping me on the shoulder.