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didn’t like the idea of the men going somewhere that wouldn’t have an interpreter.
    “It’s not their destiny.” That was all Maverick would reveal to everyone before he left.
    “Damn dreams of his. I’m beginning to wonder if Maverick isn’t growing pot out back. He sure as hell acts like it sometimes, all this mumbo jumbo crap,” Storm ranted.

    * * * *

    The doctor spent half the night in the room with Tank, the warriors pacing the foyer, waiting.
    When the physician emerged, they swooped down on him, questioning Tank’s status. The man backed up into the wall, his eyes darting from one face to the next, a fine sheen of sweat speckled his brows.
    “Back away now,” Maverick commanded in a low tone. The warriors stepped back as their Alpha approached with his hands behind his back.
    “Is he okay?” Maverick asked in a light, soothing tone. The doctor eyed Maverick then gulped.
    “He’s resting. The bullet didn’t penetrate his spine. Lodged a few centimeters to the left. He should recover.” His voice grew steady as he went into his professional mode.
    “Thank you, Doctor…?” Maverick asked.
    “Doctor Nicholas Sheehan.” He extended his hand to Maverick.
    The Alpha shook it then led Dr. Sheehan to his office.

    * * * *

    “Do you think the men will be okay in the Eastern pack?” Kyoshi asked Storm as he curled up at his side. He ran his hands through Storm’s silky, golden hair.
    “I’m not sure, love. I don’t think Maverick would send them somewhere that they would be harmed.”
    Kyoshi fanned Storm’s hair out over his shoulder, his hand tracing the dips and curves of his muscular arm. He leaned up and kissed the bulge of his bicep.
    “Kyoshi.” Keata ran into the room only to have Loco grab him around the waist and haul him back out. He closed the door silently.
    “We have got to get him his own room.” Kyoshi laughed.
    “First thing tomorrow.” Storm pulled Kyoshi into his arms.
    “Why do your eyes change color?” he asked.
    “My paternal side is descended from Mage. They are a race that was slaughtered into extinction. No full-blooded Mage exists anymore. My blood is so diluted that the powers to control the elements weren’t even passed on.” Storm explained to Kysohi.
    “I think they are very mysterious. They make one step back and take notice.” Kyoshi smiled up at him and Storm melted.

    * * * *

    Keata peeked into the bedroom to see the big wolf sleeping. He crept over to the sleeping form. Keata ran his hand over the ugly puckered hole on his back, and he wondered if the wolf was going to be okay.
    “Hey.”
    Keata looked up to see the wolf smiling at him over his shoulder. He dropped his hand and pulled it behind his back. His eyes stayed locked on eyes so brown they were almost black.
    “It’s okay. You can touch it.” Tank reached out slowly and led Keata’s hand back to his wound.
    Keata smoothed his hand down the wolf’s back, his eyes darting back up to make sure he wasn’t hurting him.
    “You doing okay?” Tank reached out and ran his finger down Keata’s face.
    “I okay. You?” Keata leaned into the touch.
    “I’m fine. Just a scratch.” He smiled.
    Keata grinned as he laid his hand over the wolf’s.

    * * * *

    Kyoshi grinned when Cecil wrestled with his controller, mad because he lost again. He was glad they were talking again. He didn’t like animosity among them. Mates had to stick together. They were the runts of the house, him especially.
    “Glad to see you guys getting along again.” Jasper winked as he grabbed a beer from the bar. He twisted the cap off and took a long swig.
    “Just a misunderstanding.” Cecil patted Kyoshi as they started a new round.
    Kyoshi battled his man until Cecil’s lay bloody on the floor. He really liked these video games. Kyoshi turned to grab his juice when he saw Keata quietly close the door to the room that Tank slept in. He watched as his cousin crept up the stairs and disappeared. His anger built