Chapter 1 Newly arrived on Grand Cayman Island with a carry-on bag slung over his shoulder and wearing black jeans, a black T-shirt, and black boots—his usual attire when in his commando warrior mode—Duncan MacNeill was ready to locate and deal as harshly as he needed to with Salisbury Silverman, the American gray wolf most knew as Sal. The financial wizard had stolen Duncan’s clan’s money along with the investments of countless others. If the rumor was true, Silverman had holed up at his home on the island. At least that was the latest word Duncan had received after months of trying to track the financier down. As far as Duncan was concerned, and as werewolves would have it, the law wasn’t needed in a case like this. None of their kind could go to prison—not when they could shift to wolf during the appearance of the moon, unless the werewolf was a royal—so a werewolf had to take care of the matter in a werewolf’s way. With barely any human roots, the royals could shift at will but they would still feel the compelling urge to shift at some point over the year, even if the moon didn’t dictate the need. Warrants in several countries were out for the man’s arrest. Unbeknownst to Silverman, he had made the fatal mistake of going after a werewolf pack’s investments this time. That mistake could get