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right hand from his pocket and threw something
at Mitch.
    Instinctively he
grabbed the object that was tossed at him. Mitch looked at the long, thin
blonde braid and his eyes widened. He brought it to his nose and sniffed. It was
Anya’s scent, and it was laden with her musky heat as well. His eyes narrowed
at Dante. Horrible thoughts filled him of the things this alpha may have done
to his little sister.
    “If you so much
as even think about touching her, I will kill you,” he said with a growl.
    “Anya trespassed
on my lands. You know what that means, Mitch. I was being courteous making this
deal. All I want is Cora back. If she’s mated I’ll foster him, but I want her
home,” Dante demanded in a stern tone.
    “If not?” Mitch
asked, unsure if he would be able to convince Cora to go home. After all, the
girl had run away to elope with Alex.
    Dante stood
staring at him. He slowly pulled his left hand from his pocket, and Mitch
looked to it. The braided strands of Anya’s hair were tied around his wrist. He
knew what that meant to the Temple Island werewolves.
    “You have until
sunset tomorrow night or I will claim Anya as mine.” Dante snarled, turned and
stormed back across the street.
    A cold rage
flowed over him. If Anya had really trespassed there would be little he could
do. What the hell was she doing on the island? She knew it was off-limits. He
cursed out loud as he stormed toward his vehicle. This was the last straw. Anya
had left his pack in a panic, no one knowing where she was or what had happened
to her.
    It was time she
settled down, grew up and started being responsible. Her flights of fancy had
gotten her into more trouble than he would be able to get her out of this time.
Dante could do what he wanted to her. As a trespasser on his territory, she no
longer was protected by pack law. Anya was lucky. Dante was willing to trade
for her, which meant he hadn’t mated her, yet, as his words also attested to.
Now all Mitch had to do was ensure he got her back safely.
     
    * * * *
     
    For the
millionth time Memphis apologized for shooting her. The guy was a bit awkward-looking.
Every male she’d seen so far that was a Temple Island member was tall, broad
and attractive. Memphis’ face was extremely attractive, and he was also very
tall, but he seriously lacked the bulk the rest of the men had. The guilt also
showed on his face as well as his actions as he tried to dote on her all
morning before Beth had showed up.
    “Please, just
deal the cards,” she said with a grin. So far, she’d slaughtered him in every
hand of hearts.
    “You know we
could use a gal like you on our bridge team,” Beth said as she eyed the hand
she was being dealt.
    “I’ve never
played bridge,” Anya said as she looked her hand over.
    “It’s easy.”
    “It’s an old
woman’s game. Now, me and the guys play poker…you’d like that, Anya,” Memphis
said, and earned a glare from Beth.
    Despite herself,
Anya was having fun. She liked both of them and found herself laughing at the
hard look Beth had given Memphis. Not once did they ask anything about her
pack, Cora or what she knew. Instead they had normal conversations about the
weather, the coming winter, and soon the day had flown by. She’d almost forgotten
she was a captive. The two treated her as part of their pack, and she was made
to feel right at home.
    The soft sound
of the door opening drew all three of their attentions. Dante stood in the
doorway, looking at them all.
    “What are you
playing?” he asked.
    “Hearts, and Anya
is kicking our asses at it,” Memphis said, the young man’s grin showed he didn’t
mind.
    “Is she now? Well,
it seems our Anya is full of talents,” Dante said as he took off his jacket and
hung it on the wall.
    “Yeah, glad she
doesn’t play poker with us,” Memphis said in a chuckle.
    “Mmm, well, we
all know how badly you play poker to begin with, Memphis. She would take you to
the cleaners,” Beth said, and Anya