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He moved in close behind her and had a look himself. She was right. The purple and black mist ended at the side of the building. The garden was lush with tall, well-groomed trees but no leaf debris on the ground. Flowers bloomed in tidy beds. Shrubs were neatly pruned. This was a home once. A very nice home.
Yes, it was.
He stepped around her and looked up at the roofline. No electronic security that I can see. I’m guessing Veyda trusts her spells more than surveillance.
She’s powerful enough to feel confident.
Yet here we are.
She squeezed his hand.
The sound of women singing, no, chanting in terrible dissonance, crested through the garden.
I know that sound. Braden. The torture will start up again. As if on cue, a woman screamed.
Kiara.
Braden glanced back at his men. They’d all heard it. A few noses and cheeks had elongated. Fur sprouted. Shall we take care of these bitches?
Heads bobbed.
We need a quick recon.
Greg stepped forward. I’ll go.
Maeve broke in, Let me go with you. I might see a witch trap you won’t.
Braden turned to stare at Maeve. He knew she was right. If Greg hit a spell, who knows where he’d end up. But he didn’t like the idea of Maeve, as untried as she was, heading anywhere without him. Yet they had to have the information. If they went in blind, they could all end up dead.
He made the decision to go with her himself, but Maeve shook her head. Stay here with my wolves. If anything goes wrong, take them straight up into the air and get the hell out of here.
She was thinking like an alpha female. The pack came first.
When Braden nodded, Maeve released his hand then took Greg’s.
Braden froze. Don’t touch her!
Greg jerked his hand from Maeve’s and all the wolves responded by bowing their heads. Braden had invoked their submissive stance by his sharp telepathic words.
Maeve immediately drew close to Braden and put her hand on his neck. Look at me.
With some difficulty, he shifted his gaze to hers. He’d been staring at Greg ready to challenge him to a dominance fight.
He blinked at Maeve. He felt tufts of fur along his jaw and down his neck. His jaw quivered. Nostrils flared.
She leaned up and kissed him. Not a simple kiss either. Her tongue was pushing at his lips and his partial wolf fangs.
He turned into her and wrapped her up in his arms. He wasn’t in his rational mind. He knew that. But wolf instinct outweighed everything, even the need to rescue a woman who’s screams he could hear again.
That was my fault, Braden. I took his hand. We don’t have to touch. I won’t do it again.
Her words and the feel of her tongue swirling over his fangs, had a positive effect. Eventually, his wolf face began to smooth out and he could kiss her in return.
The moment he drove his tongue into her mouth, she collapsed against him. He didn’t need more proof than that and his wolf eased down until he was himself again.
When he released her, he turned to Greg. Sorry about that. But please, don’t touch her. Though I haven’t marked her, she’s mine. The last word carried a warning growl.
Greg nodded. I’ll be careful, Boss.
