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master bedroom now." She was noting it more to herself, so Kieran didn’t answer. The room was small with a low, slanted ceiling and a small window that looked out over the backyard. The colours were light, the rug on the floor handmade and worn, and the bed narrow. He felt rather sure Tom wouldn’t bring his new wife to this room.
    Gemma went to an antique armoire on the wall opposite to the bed and pulled out some basic clothes Kieran hoped would fit him. Tom was slightly shorter, but stockier than him. She pushed the clothes at him. "You can change here. I’ll meet you downstairs." She all but fled the room.
    Kieran didn’t waste time getting into the clothes. His socks were miraculously dry, so he pulled them on, followed by his hiking boots. What remained of his own clothes he threw into a bin before returning downstairs.
    Portraits and photographs, some so old their sepia tones had faded, had been hung on the staircase wall, and he studied them curiously. Many of the photos were of Gemma. She was a child in the oldest of them, from around the time photography was invented, and he guessed she was about his age. It delighted him. Difference in age didn’t matter much among two-natured, but it had unsettled him to think she might have lived for centuries longer than he had.
    "How come we’ve never met before," he asked her when he joined her. "We must have been children around the same time. Didn’t you ever come to play with us?"
    She shrugged. "Father didn’t like me to play with wolves. I met a couple of your clan girls at the village school, but it was for girls. Then I was turned, so that meant a century without sun. It’s slightly difficult to meet people if you’re only operational between sunset and sunrise. I won the sun a decade ago and moved to London immediately."
    "You had your wolf friend though."
    "Yes, well, that was a long time ago and he was more of a protector."
    Kieran tensed. "What did you need protecting from?"
    She looked awkward. "Well, you probably know what happened to my mother?" He wasn’t entirely sure, but he knew she had gone crazy and killed some sheep, so he nodded. She said, "I used to hide from her in your forest and he would keep me safe. He couldn’t bring other children into it. What if Mother had found us?"
    His heart ached for her even as it warmed him to think that one of his people had been there for her when she needed it. He nodded. "Of course, clan safety comes first."
    They returned outside where the warriors were busy admiring the horse. She was a huge animal and Kieran could understand how she would be able to push Gemma down. She was perfectly docile now though, allowing the vampires to pet her.
    "Horrible beast, huh?" She made a face and he laughed. But he sensed her unease, either caused by the animal or the warriors, and he kept right by her side.
    "I can see you’re horsemen," she said to the vampires. "I’m Gemma Byrd, by the way, Tom’s sister. This is Kieran Garret from the Greenwood clan. He’s their tracker. He’s been helping me with the … incident."
    The redhead offered his hand and Kieran tensed when she shook it. "Nicholas Fortier. This here is Jasper Grayson. And yes, I like horses. Papa Bear, not so much."
    The other bloke shrugged. "I’m more into cars."
    "You said your sheep were killed too?" Nicholas asked.
    Gemma nodded. "Three of them. I can take you to the kill site if you want, although we already moved the carcasses."
    Kieran had no intentions of letting her go alone with the warriors, so he followed the vampires when they took off towards the back meadow, on foot this time. Their pace was brisk, but not overly so, yet he was beginning to feel lightheaded before they were halfway there. It took him a moment to identify the cause and then he cursed. He had shifted too many times today, each shift draining his Might reserves, affecting him in human form too. But he pushed the tiredness away. Gemma needed him.
    "So where’s