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straightened out with him, so don’t be surprised if I don’t come back until tomorrow.”
    “How much longer do you think you can keep going back and forth between vampires and weres?” Jerrod’s blue eyes were direct and penetrating, making Luc wish he were still looking at the floor.
    Luc shrugged. “I can’t leave Bran to die. He was my lover for twenty years. You don’t just throw that away.” Although the alpha had tossed him aside, Luc couldn’t explain to his fragile vamp that there would always be only one owner of his heart. He might not be with his alpha wolf, but that didn’t take away from the fact that he still loved Bran and always would.
    Jerrod wrapped Luc in his arms. “I’ll be waiting for you when you get back. Want me to call a cab?”
    “No. I’ll travel by mirror.”
    “Mirror?”
    “Yeah. Want to watch?”
    A wide smile spread across Jerrod’s face. “I’d love to.”
    “Let’s go.” A sudden urgency hit Luc hard. He needed to see Bran and assure himself that he was still alive. Mirror walking was one of his few fae talents. He only used it in emergencies because it mildly freaked him out. Walking through glass was odd and left a strange sensation on his skin that took days to shake off.
    With Jerrod hard on his heels, they rushed into the bedroom and approached the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.
    “Ever wonder what I needed a full length mirror for?”
    Jerrod smirked. “To admire yourself?”
    Laughing, Luc shook his head. “To travel.” Licking his index finger, he ran the wet tip along the top edge of the mirror focusing his mind on his final destination. The reflection of the room wavered, colours swirled and a perfect image of Bran’s bedroom appeared.
    Luc held back his tears as memories of sharing this room with his lover crowded his mind. He could see Salvador sitting in a chair by the bed and his ex-lover in human form lying still and silent on top of the covers. He was surprised to see Bran as a human, before realising the wound must have forced the shift. When injured, a werewolf converted to human form—a disadvantage that allow paranormal hunters to separate them from real wolves when they hunted.
    Admiring the perfect image in the mirror, Jarrod smiled and murmured, “Cool.”
    “When I return, the mirror will chime to let you know I’m coming through.”
    Jerrod nodded. Then he leant forwards and held Luc in his arms one more time. “Good luck. I don’t know Bran, but if you want him better, so do I.”
    Luc gave Jerrod a smile then walked through the mirror. A soft pop echoed as he went from one space to another.

    A low moan filled the room.
    Mate, whispered in his mind.
    “He’s not healing,” Sal said in a low, worried tone. The werewolf stood near the alpha wolf’s head and greeted Luc. Soft kisses were placed on each of Luc’s cheeks, Sal brushing skin-to-skin, marking him as pack.
    Mate.
    Luc moved around Sal to sit next to Bran.
    Blood soaked the werewolf’s smooth mocha skin like a body dipped in red paint.
    “Who did this?”
    Sal swallowed and clenched his teeth. “Hunters.”
    “Where was he to be so close to hunters? Where was he, Sal?” Someone was going to die. If Luc didn’t get answers soon, it was going to be his good friend Sal.
    “The Pack grounds were ambushed. Three hunters got four of our wolves. The others had minor injuries but were able to heal themselves.”
    “But Bran is the alpha. He should’ve healed by now.” Luc stroked his ex-lover’s head. A feeling of contentment seeped through him.
    “His power is fractured,” Sal said in a sad tone. “If he can’t control his change, I’ll have to take over. I’ll alert the others that you’re here so they won’t panic when they feel the magic coming from Bran’s room.”
    Sal’s voice sounded odd, but Luc was too concerned with the blood pumping out of his ex-lover to pay much attention. Bran whimpered softly, his pain-filled eyes watching