Chapter One In the paranormal world there is no such thing as witness protection. Which meant if someone in the supernatural community was in trouble, they had to turn to their own kind for help. Werewolves hid within the safety of the pack; vampires had such a vast network of sycophants, aides and supporters they could hide anyone without too much effort. But who was going to hide a half-vampire/half-werewolf who was being hunted by both monsters at the same time? That was the problem I’d been presenting to my friends and colleagues for three months, and we’d yet to come up with a good solution. I was the proverbial hot potato, and I was running out of people to catch me. Part of the issue was I didn’t want to hide. I wanted to fight, and more than anything I wanted my damned life back. Unfortunately for me the head honchos—the bossy vampire elite—said I was too important to put myself at unnecessary risk. As far as I was concerned any risk was necessary if it meant getting back what I’d lost. I didn’t have the most normal life to start with, but having it taken away from me was making me pretty cranky. Well…crankier than usual. Which was saying something. I sat in a grubby living room, pizza boxes