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solution.”
    Sard watched and waited while the men talked over his idea. It was a simple and obvious answer. So simple and obvious he had to wonder why the Alpha hadn’t thought of it himself. Likely the man was just too mean to pay all the airfares and too lazy to do the necessary research and then arrange the paperwork. But once they’d mated with the women, the paperwork would take care of itself.
    Sard let them talk for a while longer, until he was sure they were all on his side. Then he said, “Now, we need to get rid of the two other humans at the schoolhouse. Attacking the building, a stone building, is stupid. We need to attack the women and deal with them directly. Those who help me destroy the humans will be the first to get a wolf mate. Who is with me on this?”
    Sard let his gaze challenge them all. Everyone stepped forward in agreement.
    “I’ll tell you my plan when I’ve decided how we’ll attack them. We’ll destroy those women and retain the integrity of the pack. Then we’ll get our own mates. Agreed?”
    A chorus of “agreed” returned to him.
    Sard smiled. It was like dealing with children. Wave some candy before them and they’d follow him anywhere. And when these two women were eliminated, he would have first choice of the new wolf mates.

Chapter Four
     
    Eve had been really worried it might rain the weekend of their first craft market. Of course, sooner or later it would rain, that was a given, but she wanted the first craft market weekend to be a success so that word got around and more people would come in future. Also, the three of them were determined to take lots and lots of photographs to put up on their websites, and sunshine would look so much better in photos than a dull gray or, worse, wet day.
    The three of them were dressed to display their crafts, all wearing Taige’s jewelry and the woven scarves Eve’d made. And their business cards were in bowls on every table, as well as in both the male and female bathrooms.
    Half an hour before they were due to open, the hot-dog van, the coffee van, and the popcorn van were all set up, the big front doors of the old schoolhouse were wide open, and all the internal doors were securely locked except for the market room.
    Ginnie settled herself behind the sales table in the foyer, a big pad of sketching paper and sticks of charcoal in different thicknesses beside her. Eve was in the market room, sitting at her smallest loom, weaving. She’d stop work as soon as people arrived, but she felt it was better to look as if she wasn’t just waiting to pounce on people as yet. Taige was to be the “gofer,” carrying sold items out to Ginnie as well as their photographer. Originally they’d planned to keep rotating the jobs, changing places every hour or so, but Ginnie’d pointed out it’d be better for her to be sitting at a desk so she could sketch people. Eve was the one most likely to need to take potential clients into the shipping room to see other examples of her work, as the hangings were too big to display many in the market room, so since both of them were better off staying in one place, they’d altered their plans accordingly.
    Ten minutes before opening time the coffee van was making its first sales and fear Eve didn’t even realize she’d felt melted away from her tense shoulder and neck muscles. Logic had told her that at the very least some of their friends would come by, but to have genuine customers before the official opening time was a bonus indeed.
    Taige shared news of what was happening from Ginnie and Eve to each other, and from around eleven until two the place was so crowded they were almost run off their feet dealing with everyone. Eve did notice Taige standing on a table to take some pictures of the crowds, though, and she was excited Taige’d remembered to do that. It would clearly show their first craft market was a success.
    The highlight for her, though, was a couple wanting to commission her to make a