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cotton wool has been crammed into his head. He watches the fight with a strange sense of detachment, the snarls and yelps seeming far away.
    Then it feels like the bubble is burst. The world is over-loud and sharp to his senses, and he watches with grim satisfaction as the wolf he can now identify as Grady Atchison begins to flee.
    The strange wolf watches him leave, his head tall and proud, his sides heaving slightly as he pulls in air. He is the picture of a majestic warrior, and Dylan rises to his feet slowly, his eyes wary.
    The wolf turns around and Dylan tilts his head to the side, revealing the slender line of his throat. They stand there a moment, wolf and man, alpha and omega, until Dylan jerks with an involuntary shiver as the cool air flows over his exposed skin.
    The wolf stalks forward.
    When he shifts, he takes the form of a tall, well-built man. He's muscled and sturdy, his skin tan even in the pale light of the moon. His hair is wild and untamed around his shoulders, but it is his eyes - dark and heated with scorching want - that make Dylan gasp. He’s the Alpha from the library portrait.
    Jamie McLean - the Uniter of the Southern Packs.
    "You're dead!" he chokes out.

5 - Five
    The wolf doesn't feel dead. Not when he steps forward, closes the distance between them, breathes out hot breath onto Dylan's tilted neck, scenting him.
    As quickly as he comes forward, he steps back again, executing a bow that ought to look ludicrous, given that both of them are naked and the wolf's erection is hard and full in front of him.
    It doesn't look ludicrous. It looks almost courtly, and Dylan fights to hide a blush.
    The alpha regards him curiously. "You didn't know that the spell could recall someone already crossed to the other side?"
    Dylan thinks of the torn page. He could have missed something, easily, if the writer had written more at the end instead of placing all of his explanations at the beginning as he had assumed. He shakes his head. "I didn't know," he says. "I - I didn't have any time to find another reference." Not that I'm sure I would have thought of it in the first place , he adds to himself. "I just had to try the magic and hope that it worked."
    "I am glad you did," the Alpha says gravely, and Dylan bites at his lip.
    "So, um," he starts, but before he can finish the thought he hears another wolf begin to bay close by, followed by the raspy sounds of the briers as another male moves beneath them. "For fuck’s sake," he murmurs, and his wolf looks at him in amusement before turning in the direction of the noises.
    "I'm claimed," Dylan calls out quickly, as the muzzle appears from beneath the bushes.
    The new alpha doesn't retreat. He moves forward, stalking toward them, his ears proclaiming his readiness for a fight in the way they stand alert.
    Dylan steps toward his wolf, but the wolf holds a hand out, stilling him, and he doesn't press forward.
    The alpha smells like youth and aggression, and Dylan doesn't think he's ever seen him before. The newcomer looks like he's already gotten into one scrabble tonight - and he obviously didn't win, if he's up here picking a fight. He doesn't have to shift back for Dylan to get the message when he glares pointedly at the lack of any bite marks on Dylan's neck. You're not claimed.
    When he shifts it is a surprise, because it means he gives up his advantages. Weres are swifter as wolves, and fur coats are harder to pierce than naked human skin.
    "Look, man," the kid says to the ghost wolf, and Dylan's surprised to see that the interloper is even younger than Dylan is. "You're just talking. If you don't want a piece of that ass, just stand aside and let a real alpha claim him."
    There's no outward sign that his wolf is affected by the kid's words at all, but Dylan is. He wants it to be over. He summoned his alpha, and the man hadn't seemed to have a problem with it - the look in his eyes had been appreciative, and lord knows Dylan's been appreciative of him. Dylan