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said Decker’s not in there,” Rhyan reminded the omega.  “Where is he?”
    “Over there,” Tristan said, nodding his head toward the foot of an
    oak tree.
    Blasius looked at the same time as his lover, and he could not help but think that it was a fine place to be buried, even if a little too close to one’s enemies. The oak was tall, thick, and strong. The branches seemingly reaching out to protect the grave itself, hiding it from view, but now that he and Rhyan knew what they were looking at, it was impossible to miss.
    Rhyan approached the grave and moved one of the low hanging branches out of the way. Small purple and white blossoms grew from

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    out of the little vines that sprouted from the earth where his friend was
    buried.
    Again, Blasius thought it was a fine resting place.
    He did not fully begin to understand that there was more wrong here than he knew until Rhyan fell to his knees, his spine and head bending in despair.
    He did not weep. He did not need to. Blasius understood.
    He went to stand behind Rhyan, and he put his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Were you lovers, then?” he asked.
    Rhyan nodded, and then he lifted his head, as though he’d just thought of something. “Ex-lovers, actually, but we were still friends. I liked him, and even though we were at different places in our careers, we still got along like friends.”
    Blasius did not enjoy the way Rhyan’s chin trembled toward the end of his speech. He did not enjoy the knowledge that Rhyan had had lovers before Blasius either, though he would never admit to being jealous of a dead man.
    “I hate that he’s so close to them,” Rhyan said, barely casting a glance toward the other unmarked and nearly invisible grave. “But  I’m glad he’s not sharing a space with them.”
    Rhyan looked up at Tristan. “Thank you.”
    “I never said I had anything to do with keeping them apart,”  Tristan said.
    “No, but I’m pretty sure you did. It would’ve been easier for you  all to just dump them in the same grave. Someone had to dig the  second hole.”
    Tristan’s face heated, and he looked away from Rhyan’s grateful gaze. “He was wearing a police uniform. Didn’t seem right putting him with the people who killed him.”
    Rhyan nodded then put his hands on the earth, as though he could somehow touch the spirit of the man within the grave.
    Blasius knew all about wandering spirits, as well as how they enjoyed the attentions of the living. He was simply glad that there

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    were no  spirits here to disturb them.
    It had been something he had not spoken to anyone about since  taking possession of this body and returning to life. He could still see  the dead, much the same way the vampire Ivan could.
    Perhaps it was because he was still, at least partially, connected to  the spirit world. There was one spirit in particular who wandered this  pack, and that was the ghost of Eric Martin, Ivan’s mate. He managed  to keep all other spirits away from the land, and though Blasius was  certain that the man suspected Blasius could see him, Blasius  continued to pretend ignorance of his presence, as well as the  presence of any other spirit he happened to see while he was on the  edge of pack land.
    The spirit of Rhyan’s former lover, as well as the ghosts of the  hunters who had killed him, were not here. Perhaps they’d moved on,  to heaven, hell, wherever it was that spirits went when the left the  earth. Blasius did not know.
    He was simply glad that the man his lover mourned was not here.
    Blasius would no doubt shame himself if he had to confront such a
    specter.
    “Were they all killed?” Rhyan asked, glaring down at the other
    grave.
    “Don’t know,” Tristan said, becoming more and more at ease in  Blasius’s presence. Perhaps that had more to do with the fact that he