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fitting.”
    “Enough,” Rave growled. He was getting a damn headache, and oddly enough, turned on. Why was the aggression between Logan and Monroe making his wolf horny? Rave shook his head. “Stop taking shots at each other.”
    Was it him or could he smell the lust rolling off of Monroe and crashing into…Logan?
    “What’s your name?” Monroe asked around Rave.
    “Why?” Logan asked suspiciously.
    “Just curious.”
    “Logan.”
    Rave watched as the lust and humor slid from Monroe’s eyes.
    They were made of forged steel now, giving a no-nonsense look that was a bit intimidating to even Rave.
    “Logan Albinster?”
    Logan’s head snapped back, his eyes wide with surprise. Rave watched in slow horror as Monroe pushed from the bar and pulled his gun, aiming it right at Logan’s chest. “Put your hands behind your head, and if you try to use your mind on me, I’ll blow your fucking head off.”
    Rave saw from the corner of his eyes as the man who had come into the bar with Monroe pulled his gun as well, aiming it at Rave.
    What the fuck had he done? “What are you doing, Monroe?” Rave asked as he slid closer to Logan, blocking the agent from shooting his damn mate, Monroe’s mate, even if the man didn’t know it yet.
    Monroe hesitated and then snarled. “Move away from him, Rave, or I swear I’ll put a bullet in you just for pissing me off.”
    Rave could see his friend Taz behind the bar, talking quietly into his cell phone. He sure as hell hoped Taz was calling for help, because there was no way Rave was going to hurt Monroe, even though his mate had promised to open his damn chest up.
    “Lower your gun, Monroe,” Rave warned as he turned fully toward the agent, his canines unsheathing. “Now.”
    Monroe didn’t even blink at Rave’s partial shift. His eyes were looking past Rave, but Rave had a feeling Monroe was watching him as well. “I don’t think so.”
    Rave spotted Jesse walking into the tavern, a few deputies behind him. He glanced from Monroe to the lumbering man with a gun pointed at Rave. “What in the hell is going on in here?”
    “It’s an FBI matter, Jesse.”
    “What the hell did Rave do?” Jesse asked as he stepped closer, slowly, cautiously.
    “It’s not Rave. He’s in my fucking way, though. Logan Albinster has a warrant for his arrest.”
    “Let me see it,” Jesse said, his gun still holstered. Thank goodness for small favors. Rave would have been pretty pissed if Jesse had pointed his gun at Monroe. Rave may not understand what was going on, but he knew somewhere deep down that Monroe wouldn’t hurt him. He prayed like hell that that was true.
    “This doesn’t concern you, Jesse,” Monroe said between clenched teeth.
    “The hell it doesn’t if you’re about to shoot one of my citizens.”
    “Get out of my way, Rave!” Monroe barked.
    “No,” Rave replied steadily, his eyes locked tight with Monroe’s.
    “I won’t let you shoot our mate.”
    “Our what?” Monroe asked, his gun wavering slightly. There was indecision in his eyes, confusion, as if Rave had spoken another language and he was trying to translate it on the spot.
    “Your what?” Logan chirped from behind him.
    “Our. Mate,” Rave said clearly enough for Monroe to hear.
    Rave saw Jesse clearing out the tavern, making everyone leave.
    Not all the customers were shifters. Some were humans, clueless to the paranormal world around them. The only one left who was clueless now was the man that had come into the bar with Monroe.
    “Who is the man pointing a gun at me?” Rave asked.
    “My partner,” Monroe replied, his gun still point-blank to Rave’s chest. “He’s a very accurate shot. I’d move away from Logan if I were you.”
    “If you don’t want him to know about us , then make him leave,” Rave warned.
    “He’s not going anywhere,” Monroe replied.
    “Fine.” Rave moved with preternatural speed, disarming Monroe and pushing Logan away from him at the same time