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As I neared the cottage,I was ready to be attacked. I shifted back into my human form cautiously. I’d left the cell phone behind somewhere in the woods when I shifted, since I couldn’t carry it.
I was sure I would find Nathan. Or…worse…Nathan would find me.
But it was the man with the ruined face who stepped out of the cottage’s partial frame. He had Nathan in his grip and a gun pressed to his head.
The man from my dreams.
I froze.
“I hope you don’t mind me interfering,” he said. “But he sent you those texts and it really pissed me off.”
“Where’s Dylan?” I demanded.
“In his bed, where he belongs,” the man told me. “Nathan’s people grabbed him, and I… disapproved. So I brought him back.”
There were King wolves combing the woods for Nathan. They would find the rogue’s scent sooner or later…
Or would they?
His scent was strangely familiar. No wonder they had always failed to track down the rogue.
Nathan’s eyes rolled in fear as the man dragged him over near to me. The man with the ruined face obviously couldn’t see, but he navigated the ground easily.
“You shouldn’t take your time and gloat if you’re going to kill someone,” I said.
He took the gun away from Nathan’s head and spun it around, offering it to me.
He didn’t have to tell me twice. He pulled back a few steps and let go of Nathan.
I raised the gun, easing off the safety, and pulled the trigger twice. The shots seemed insanely loud in the quiet, echoing over the hill, rippling the blue water of the lake where Brennan and I once swam.
He had amusement written across his face. Even with his ruined features, I could see that.
Wolves howled. Close. We only had a few more seconds before the King pack converged.
And I was still holding the smoking gun.
Nathan was lying on the ground, and for the first time, I realized he was full of holes besides the bullet holes.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said. “I tortured him a bit first. I didn’t have time to do it properly.”
“Fine by me. What do you want?”
“You.”
“Oh? Do you plan to ask nicely? Because I could shoot you too.”
“You could, but you won’t.”
He was right, but I hated that he knew.
“What are you doing, Brennan?”
The nameBrennanfelt even louder than the gunshot. It felt as if everything stilled.
“Who’s Brennan?”
