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“Yes, a huge and savage man chasing me, hunting me as if I was his prey. I knew even in my dream that he was going to catch me and when he did…” She hesitated, taking shallow breaths.

Dreams, a mark of a mate.

That much was part of the ancient lore of our pack.

She tipped her head finally, her eyes wide as saucers. “I could see him, his face even though his body was that of a monster. You know what, Stone? The face belongs to you.”

“When you find your true mate, your dreams will become interconnected, your thoughts as one. As you grow together, you’ll be able to sense every emotion, feel the same agony.”

The words of my father rushed into my mind, my heart hammering as I was forced to accept what I’d already known.

“Tell me, are you part of the Wolfen pack, Stone?”

She would soon learn the truth and on that day, there would be no turning back.

She. Was. My. Mate.

And I would kill any motherfucker who tried to take her from me.

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Beast

Loose ends.

I would take care of at least two of them right now. The third could prove to be more… challenging.

My thoughts drifted to the girl, my desire for her remaining strong. I’d never been blindsided or sidetracked by the kind of longing flowing through me. Was this some test my employer had presented, a portion of the obvious game being played? My fury was increasing with each passing hour.

I walked into the hospital, smiling at everyone in close proximity. There was nothing wrong with being cordial, especially to keep their attention away from the large man dressed in all black. I’d made inquiry calls about my two… buddies prior to entering the place. One of the assholes was in ICU, his prognosis uncertain. I rolled my eyes as I pressed my hand against the weapon. This time, my work needed to be done in silence.

As far as the Wolfen from the garage, that was an entirely different story. He would suffer.

I’d purposely waited for the shift change before heading onto the Intensive Care floor. No one paid a damn bit of attention as I walked down the hall, scanning the area once before walking into the room. The myriad machines indicated just how serious his injuries were, the entire right side of his face covered in bandages. This particular extermination I could make easy, but I had no intention of doing so. I wanted to make a statement.

As I moved closer, his eyes opened, fear instantly kicking up his heartrate. I placed a finger over my lips as I withdrew my favorite knife, the one I used while hunting. I inched closer and as he began to whimper, I wasted no additional time, slicing across his throat. Then I simply pulled the covers over his neck, folded the knife, slipped it back into my pocket, and walked out.

No fanfare.

No remorse.

I kept my pace as I walked toward the stairs, finding the other room with ease. As I entered, there were no obnoxious sounds of the beeping monitors, merely a sleeping man unaware of his fate. As I prepared to slice the blade across his neck, he jerked his arm up, snapping his hand around my wrist. The few seconds of eye contact was exhilarating, at least for my wolf who made a subtle appearance.

He struggled, his will to live stronger than I’d imagined. The hard punch to his throat silenced his cries.

Then I finished my task with ease, the haunting look in his open eyes giving me satisfaction.

Two down, one to go, and killing the wolf would be on my own terms, even if I had to break some rules to ensure that the Wolfen beast would fall into my trap. I took a deep breath as I wiped the blade on my pants. A little hunting for the night would do my soul some good.

And perhaps I would feast…

CHAPTER9

Stone

Secrets.

As I shifted gears on the bike, heading out of town, I couldn’t help but think about the insinuations around the word. Secrets had cost the Wolfen dearly over the years, so many of the pack attempting to live a normal life among humans, pretending they didn’t have the urge to transform into their wolf.

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