"I'll help," the skunk-shifter chimed in.

"Hold on," Billy replied, looking at his girlfriend.

"Sasha is right.

Not only can she run, she likes to run. When I first met her, that was pretty much her favorite form of therapy."

"Think she went to the park?" Peter asked, looking down the street.

“The park? At night? Jogging?!" Heda's voice was getting louder.

“With a psychopath on the loose kidnapping and torturing shifters?"

"Yes, because getting angry right now is so helpful," Billy muttered, glad that eagles were not known for their spectacular hearing.

“What was that?"

"We might want to go check out the park before we panic," he replied and strode down the street.

“Hold up, I'm going with you," Heda said, then Looked over her shoulder.

"Joanna, if she isn't there, I'll call and then you can start tracking.”

"Got it boss."

Billy almost cracked a smile. Everyone HAD accepted that Heda was the boss, even though she had only been around for a month and a half.

She just had a way about her.

At the park, Madison had stopped her midnight run when she encountered a stranger standing boldly in her path. Well, maybe not so much a stranger any more.

“What do you want?" she asked.

Mr. William Hannity shrugged almost helplessly.

"To talk. I followed you from your house. And don't give me that look, Madison. You aren't giving me any other options. You didn't want to talk after the incident at the hospital, and you aren't returning my phone calls."

“Maybe that should say something to you," she shot back.

"I am not my son," he replied sadly.

“And I'm sorry if I am not the villain you wish me to be. I cannot simply take back the last twenty years and do them over the way we both would like. I just want a chance to get to know you," he said, his voice a whisper.

“I want you to get to know me. Just name your terms and . . . we have company."

"What?" Madison turned her sonar back on and saw her best friend and girlfriend (if she still was) hauling ass towards the park.