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piñata" with me.
    I recognized the lycan as the alpha that had chased me the previous night. But who had captured the cat and put her in the cage? The creature jumped and swatted the cage again, causing it to whip back and forth.
    Help me! Help me!
    I stared at the cat. I was way out of my element. I darted away and ducked behind a tree. No cell phone, damn it. I'd rushed out to this location without telling anyone, not even Tamara.
    Lorcan . He was the one who could really help me.
    The lycan's frustrated roar made the cat cry louder.
    Help me! Help me! Help me!
    Hold on, sweetie , I projected.
    Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!
    I wondered if I could use the mind-meld thing with Lorcan. He'd been an animal of sorts once, right?
    Without any real hope of succeeding, I sent out the thought: Lorcan? I wish you were here .
    "Didn't I tell you to stay out of the woods?"
    "Aaaaaaaaaah!" I scrambled away. Crap, crap, oh crap! Not two inches from the spot I had occupied was Lorcan. He squatted next to the tree, looking at me with raised eyebrows. Gold sparkles faded from his body.
    "Are you insane ? You just appeared out of thin air! Holy God!" I gestured at him like a mad scientist berating his lab monster. "You scared me to death!"
    "I didn't incur your death that way at all."
    I gaped at him, then snapped, "You might not want to choose a career as a comedian." Obviously, he hadn't been joking, but heavens above, he didn't have to wallow in the morbid every hour of the day.
    Argh! I was furious that he—he—just popped next to me without warning. But I was also relieved that he had arrived to save the day. I climbed to my feet. "How the Sam Hill did you know where I was?"
    If I'd hoped to receive confirmation that my mental calls had reached him, I was sorely disappointed.
    "Why did you come here?" he asked, pointedly ignoring my question. His voice was as emotionless as his gaze.
    Well, he wasn't the only one who didn't have to answer questions. Besides, what was I supposed to

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    say? Hey, I heard a cat's telepathic plea for help, but I'm not crazy or anything . Instead, I pointed toward the clearing. "Save the little fur-ball from becoming a lycan snack."
    In the blink of an eye, Lorcan rose, zipped to me, and grabbed my arm. He looked down at me, his silver gaze gleaming with anger. "We will discuss your disobedience later."
    "Disobedience!" I wasn't sure if what I felt was disbelief or anger. "What century do you think we're living in? You can't tell me what to do."
    "Yes, I can. Stay here," he ordered. "Or you will be a lycan snack."

Chapter 8
    I frowned at Lorcan. Was that statement meant. to be protective or was it meant to be a threat? I didn't have a chance to ask for clarification, because he rose into the air and flew toward the clearing. The growls and screeches still echoed in the forest, which meant the beast hadn't gotten the cage down yet.
    "Well," I huffed as I crept toward the ongoing melee, " somebody got out of the wrong side of the coffin today."
    I ducked behind a clump of bushes and peeked over the tangle of leaves. The lycan's parfum de sewer attacked my nose in such a heinous way that I pinched my nostrils shut.
    Lorcan alighted on the limb and drew up the chain holding the cat's cage. The lycan howled, leaping and swiping to no avail. The second that Lorcan opened the cage door, Lucifer lit out of it like her tail was on fire. She skittered up the tree to a high branch, then leapt to another tree. She repeated this pattern until she was long gone. If that wasn't just like a cat! Not even a "Well, so long and thanks for all the fish" as she left her rescuers in mortal jeopardy.
    Lorcan yanked the chain off, then dropped the cage onto the lycan's big, furry head. The creature shrieked in pain as the cage bounced off and rolled onto the ground. It stomped on the cage, clutching its skull and yowling.
    Feeling sorry for it, I dared a peek