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break through and streaks across the courtyard, the mas ter lowers his umbrella and I blink against the sudden brightness.
    Once again the master’s tone takes on a hard edge and he says, “You will be bred.” He pins me with a glare, gauging my reactions when he adds , “ One week from tomorrow. ”
    When the moon is at its fullest.
    My heart thunders , but thoughts of the full moon have me thinking of Logan and how he saved me from myself three weeks ago. I try to reach out to him, to connect, but my efforts prove futile. As I look into the m aster’s hard face I wonder why he hasn’t tossed Logan into the courtyard with the rest of us .
    What does he want from him?
    What will he do to get it ?
    Despite the years of hardening myself, there is nothing I can do to keep that worry off my face. The master opens his mouth to speak, but then stop s to study me carefully.
    I swallow and needing to get hi m to focus on something else I say, “If you don’t need to tame—”
    “Maybe I need you to breed for other reasons, Pride . ”
    Why would he need to breed me?
    He takes a threatening step closer and once again the hot stench of his anxiety washes over me like a deadly wave and turns my stomach inside out .
    “ Be thankful for that. ” He grabs my cheeks , squeez ing hard, and puts his face dangerously close to mine , so close in fact, I can smell the coffee and cinnamon danish he’d eaten for breakfast . His voice drops an octave, as if to emphasize his next point when he says, “ Because if I didn’t need you, you’d already be dead. ”
    With that warning hovering in the air and zinging through my blood like a hot bolt of lightning, he lets me go and turns to Lawrence . With a dismissive wave, he says, “G et her cleaned up and bring her to m e . You know where I’ll be. ”
    Lawrence hooks my collar with a chai n and shoves me from behind to set me into motion. My feet move in front of m e , but they feel numb and cold —m uch like the rest of my body. As my mind races I no longer register the mud or gnarled roots tangling in my toes, no longer feel the uncomfortable wetness of my drenched nightgown clinging to my body.
    All I can think about is how terribly wrong things have gone, and what I must do to fix them. I ’d made a vow long ago and will stop at nothing until I free these wolves and crush the master.
    Stone is talking to me, reaching out to me, but I block him —m y mind is too chaotic to understand what he’s trying to tell me —a nd the worry I hear in his voice simply makes me realize how desperate the situation has become.
    But it’s that desperation that fuels me on and has my brain strategizing my next move. I consider the kitchen and all its contents as I’m led inside, looking for some thing, anything that can help me.
    Water drips from my body and pools on the floor, and Mica hurries to mop it up. Her eyes meet mine as she moves past me and I can tell she wants to say something, but with Lawrence watching she pinches her lips together tightly and obediently returns to her duties.
    The enticing smells coming from the bubbling pot on the stove causes my stomach to grumble , but I ignore the aching discomfort as Lawrence leads me to Miss Kara’s suite on the second floor . We move down the long hall way and I notice the hou s e seems to be exceptionally quiet, the drone of the overhead lights, and the hum of the air conditioner piercing against the deafening silence .
    I inhale as he leads me down the hall, searching for Logan’s warm, familiar scent , but the faint, memorable fragrance I catch instead has my senses going on high alert and my feet slowing.
    No. It can’t be!
    I glance at the vent ilation system overhead and a hot fireball of terror blasts in my stomach as the scent hits me with the force of a hurricane gale wind . Unlike the faint aroma the master used to bait me in the forest, this smell is strong, fresh and instantly takes my mind on a journey back to when I was