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uncomfortable with his back to the door, he fidgeted.
    “The Elder thought maybe you’d like some help, and the Hunters sent that this morning.” He nodded to the envelope in Trey’s hand.
    “Why’d they sent it to you?” Darius asked.
    Trey would like to know the answer to that, too.
    “Apparently, they don’t have a permanent address for any of you,”
    he answered sardonically.
    He grunted. Probably true. He and Eric very recently purchased homes. Darius moved in with Meg. They were buying everything that came on the market on that corner of the lake.
    He looked at the envelope. It had the Hunter insignia pressed in wax on the back lip. He slit it open, and he made a quick scan of the contents in disbelief. Folding it up, he put it in a pocket and caught Darius’s eye.
    “Hunter spies report that the Society has put a hit out on me.”
    Darius laughed, but stopped abruptly when he didn’t join in.
    “You’re serious?”
    Trey just looked at him. He never joked.
    Darius swore. “We have a problem then.”
    Trey raised an eyebrow. “ I have a problem,” he said. “And it’s nothing I can’t deal with.”
    Darius narrowed his eyes. Trey noted with amusement that Eric and Jackson tried to subtly slide back. Nobody wanted to get between Darius and Trey if it came to a fight.
    “You aren’t a Hunter anymore. You’re a member of my pack. A 27

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    mated member of my pack,” he reminded Trey.
    He hadn’t considered that, but it didn’t change anything. He’d deal with the outlaw on his own, and he would protect his own. Frustration rolled through him. He couldn’t drag Tara along on his hunt for a rogue wolf. The realization that he would have to accept help was painful, and Darius saw the moment he reached it.
    “It’s a pack thing. Remember?”
    He’d been on the outside of the pack for so long, he didn’t remember. This is what he’d wanted, right? To belong to the pack again?
    But it was uncomfortable, making his way back to the inside.
    He was saved from trying to frame a reply by the door opening.
    Her scent encircled him first, and he saw Eric stiffen, too, with recognition of his own mate. He met Trey’s gaze.
    “Did you know about this?”
    Trey shook his head, drinking her in. The last time he’d seen her she was wrapped around him. The memory rocked him. In her usual jeans and tank top uniform, she carried take out bags to the far end of the bar where Meg greeted her and Mary, Tim’s mate, with a hug. The three of them settled in, completely ignoring the table of men in the bar’s front corner.
    Amused at this display of independence, Trey turned back to Eric.
    “Tara did say something about lunch with the girls. I didn’t know it would be here.”
    Jackson watched curiously. “So, who’s who?” he asked, then listened while Eric pointed them out.
    The conversation turned neutral then, with Jackson catching them up on gossip and news of the home pack, and Darius shared some news of their own. Trey was preparing to claim his woman and leave when the bar’s door opened again.
    Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jackson stiffen and slowly turn to see the woman whose scent drifted through the door. They all blinked when she walked through. Short, but projecting stately image, she carried an aura of power. Black hair hung straight to her hips, and her face carried the unmistakable stamp of a Native American.

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    She stopped and slowly turned her head to look at them. Trey had the impression she memorized all their features before moving on to the group of women in the back. She pulled Tara aside and spoke to her heatedly for a couple of minutes before striding out of the bar. Her exit broke the spell that had held Jackson in place.
    “Who is she?” he asked Trey.
    “I don’t know,” he answered, shaking his head.
    “But she knows your woman.”
    “Yeah,” he answered, rising as Tara approached with a quizzical