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described when he’d talked about knowing when
his brother was near. She tried to catch some sense of another wolf, her wolf,
out in the snow. But she felt nothing, and Owain laughed again. Mocking her.
    “No, we’re alone, pretty. And by the time he gets back, you’re
going to know exactly why they used to write stories about the big bad
wolf.”
    That was when she felt him, all the heat and joy and passion
and need singing through her blood, rushing towards her out of nowhere. A
furious howl echoed through the house so loudlyit hurt Brie’s ears, but it was
still the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard.
    “No!” Owain screamed, and as he lunged at her, she saw his eyes
blaze like twin suns, his human form bunching and shifting into that of an
enormous black wolf with a slashing scar across its muzzle.
    Brie screamed just as another huge wolf—Alistair—slammed into
Owain, knocking him into the fireplace with a grunt that was half roar.
    The two wolves tangled together before Owain kicked Alistair
off. Brie darted across the room toward the door as Owain turned his attention
on her, tongue lolling out of a wolfish grin. He jumped at her, and she dove out
of the way just as Alistair leaped, sinking his fangs into Owain’s hide to take
him down again. They rolled in a snarling, biting mass across the floor,
smashing into furniture as each tried to get the upper hand. Her passage to the
door was effectively blocked by the fighting werewolves. She looked around
desperately for an escape route.
    Owain lunged at her again, far more nimble and graceful than
the scout he’d sent last night. This time Alistair barely managed to drag him
back, and Owain’s jaws snapped shut mere inches from her face.
    He would kill her. And from the look in Alistair’s eyes when
they caught hers, if Owain managed to do that, he would have killed them both.
Alistair hadn’t left her. He’d only been trying to get Owain away from here.
From his mate.
    If they managed to get out of this alive, Brie thought, she
would love him until there was no breath left in her body. He already mattered
to her. He was meant to matter to her. She had no doubt it would be no time at
all before she gave him her heart. That was, if she had the chance.
    She hit the floor behind a chair and tried to clear her head,
to force herself to think of a way she could help Alistair gain the upper hand.
She was no wolf, or she’d have been at Owain’s throat already. Maybe that part
of the legend was true and it would come in time, but not yet. She was still
available help, though, despite being only human.
    A glint caught her eye then, coming from beneath the couch. She
frowned at first, then blew out a shaky breath as she realized what it was: her
kitchen knife. This was where it had landed when she’d walked in and Alistair
had tossed her out of the other wolf’s path. She started to inch forward, hoping
Owain would be too busy to notice what she was doing.
    A high-pitched howl of pain made her wince, and she looked to
see Alistair staggering around the side of Owain, who was bleeding from a huge
gash in his side. Alistair didn’t look much better, though...blood dripped
steadily from his underbelly onto the floor, and she didn’t like the way he was
struggling to keep his feet beneath him. As she watched, Owain knocked him
off-balance, then began trying to fasten his jaws on Alistair’s throat.
    Brie nearly sobbed with relief when her fingers closed around
the hilt of the knife. She drew it out quickly and tucked it behind her, then
turned her head just in time to see Owain looming over a panting Alistair, ready
to go in for the kill.
    I can do this, she thought. Alistair had gotten some of those
wounds protecting her. She had no problem repaying it.They were in this together
now. And they deserved to be able to make a fresh start.
    “Owain!” she shouted.
    He looked up, and there was a terrible joy in his eyes the
instant before he jumped. Everything