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gripping her upper arm tightly.
“You may not feel as if it is my business, but I saw him today. There is something about him. He’s not just gadjo — he's more than that. He stinks of Wolf.”
Sebastian was a Hunter; of course he would smell of wolves. She had smelled it herself. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Get the hell out of my way and let me into my home.”
“You’re going to be sorry when you discover that he’s just using you. He might have you fooled, Cara, but he is not tricking me. I can see him even if you can’t."
Cara didn’t answer. The glow she felt from the lovemaking had not abated and she wanted to go to her room, to sink down into her bed and re-live those tender and powerful moments all over again.
She pushed past Ion and walked into the house, slamming the door behind her. She heard his muffled curse from behind the solid wood-and-silver door and smiled slightly. That would teach him.
Up in her room, she did indeed stretch out on her bed, but her mind would not settle where she wanted it to. What if Sebastian was killed? Hunters died every night. Or, worse, what if he was bitten, what if he survived a bite? Unless a pack took him in and made him part of their Covenant, protected him by their blood oaths, he would remain a rogue. He would be doomed, and not even silver could save him or protect him from changing.
She could not lose him now! She’d just found him!
There was a commotion downstairs and she sat up, listening intently. When the noise got louder, she got up and headed downstairs determined to find out what was going on.
The entire Biker club known as the Tribe stood in her living room — or what was left of them anyway. Many of the non-Kris looked either terrified or incredibly angry. Sammy stood by the sofa, a large glass of what looked like straight whiskey in his shaking hand.
Nico held his hands up to quiet them and asked, “Who can tell me what happened?”
Sammy stepped forward. He took a long gulp of the liquid in his glass before speaking. “We were at the clubhouse, and everything seemed normal. Joe and Little Ray were in the backyard tinkering on that damn Cessna. Why they want to learn how to fly a plane is totally beyond me… ” He swallowed hard. “Not that they ever will. Out of nowhere these big-ass black wolves showed up. They attacked Joe and Little Ray and ate them.”
Tears ran down the grizzled old biker’s face. Nobody spoke. The Kris all looked at each other, their uneasiness showing in their eyes. A hard thrill ran up Cara’s spine and she saw the look on Ion’s face — it was accusatory, and it was aimed at her.
“How could that happen?” Tick asked. Tick was a scrawny man whose frame belied his strength. He had once been a chemist, but a divorce and a love for prescription pills had sent him spiraling into a life of cooking crystal meth for whoever paid him the best. At the moment that was the Tribe.
“Those wolves ripped them apart.” Sammy swallowed the rest of the liquid in the glass and set it down onto the bar. “Why would they do that?”
“Because I killed one of them.”
All heads swiveled toward Cara. She looked at her father, who looked back at her steadily. She knew him well enough to know when he wanted her to speak and when he wanted her to be silent. He was not telling her to be quiet, so she spoke, although she left out much of truth.
“I killed one a few nights ago and I didn’t tell anyone because I didn’t want anyone to think I was in danger. I wasn’t — I had help killing it. A man whom none of you know. He helped me.”
Ion made as if to speak, but Nico held up a hand in a gesture that the younger man understood all too well. Nico knew that she had killed a rogue, and that she had killed it with Sebastian, even if he did not know who Sebastian was.
“But what does that have to do with anything?” Tick asked. “Wolves are known to be vengeful, but if they were trying to track you
“You may not feel as if it is my business, but I saw him today. There is something about him. He’s not just gadjo — he's more than that. He stinks of Wolf.”
Sebastian was a Hunter; of course he would smell of wolves. She had smelled it herself. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Get the hell out of my way and let me into my home.”
“You’re going to be sorry when you discover that he’s just using you. He might have you fooled, Cara, but he is not tricking me. I can see him even if you can’t."
Cara didn’t answer. The glow she felt from the lovemaking had not abated and she wanted to go to her room, to sink down into her bed and re-live those tender and powerful moments all over again.
She pushed past Ion and walked into the house, slamming the door behind her. She heard his muffled curse from behind the solid wood-and-silver door and smiled slightly. That would teach him.
Up in her room, she did indeed stretch out on her bed, but her mind would not settle where she wanted it to. What if Sebastian was killed? Hunters died every night. Or, worse, what if he was bitten, what if he survived a bite? Unless a pack took him in and made him part of their Covenant, protected him by their blood oaths, he would remain a rogue. He would be doomed, and not even silver could save him or protect him from changing.
She could not lose him now! She’d just found him!
There was a commotion downstairs and she sat up, listening intently. When the noise got louder, she got up and headed downstairs determined to find out what was going on.
The entire Biker club known as the Tribe stood in her living room — or what was left of them anyway. Many of the non-Kris looked either terrified or incredibly angry. Sammy stood by the sofa, a large glass of what looked like straight whiskey in his shaking hand.
Nico held his hands up to quiet them and asked, “Who can tell me what happened?”
Sammy stepped forward. He took a long gulp of the liquid in his glass before speaking. “We were at the clubhouse, and everything seemed normal. Joe and Little Ray were in the backyard tinkering on that damn Cessna. Why they want to learn how to fly a plane is totally beyond me… ” He swallowed hard. “Not that they ever will. Out of nowhere these big-ass black wolves showed up. They attacked Joe and Little Ray and ate them.”
Tears ran down the grizzled old biker’s face. Nobody spoke. The Kris all looked at each other, their uneasiness showing in their eyes. A hard thrill ran up Cara’s spine and she saw the look on Ion’s face — it was accusatory, and it was aimed at her.
“How could that happen?” Tick asked. Tick was a scrawny man whose frame belied his strength. He had once been a chemist, but a divorce and a love for prescription pills had sent him spiraling into a life of cooking crystal meth for whoever paid him the best. At the moment that was the Tribe.
“Those wolves ripped them apart.” Sammy swallowed the rest of the liquid in the glass and set it down onto the bar. “Why would they do that?”
“Because I killed one of them.”
All heads swiveled toward Cara. She looked at her father, who looked back at her steadily. She knew him well enough to know when he wanted her to speak and when he wanted her to be silent. He was not telling her to be quiet, so she spoke, although she left out much of truth.
“I killed one a few nights ago and I didn’t tell anyone because I didn’t want anyone to think I was in danger. I wasn’t — I had help killing it. A man whom none of you know. He helped me.”
Ion made as if to speak, but Nico held up a hand in a gesture that the younger man understood all too well. Nico knew that she had killed a rogue, and that she had killed it with Sebastian, even if he did not know who Sebastian was.
“But what does that have to do with anything?” Tick asked. “Wolves are known to be vengeful, but if they were trying to track you
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