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the first time in months, she looked forward to something. She looked forward to the challenge that lay ahead. From the small amount she’d seen of Kane, he wasn’t an easy man to befriend. He would pick the best of the best here, the cream of the crop, the best combination of shifters that would mesh with his crew, and she suddenly hoped she would be one of them.
    And she hoped Logan would be, too.
    She would never admit it out loud, but Logan and Kane had just given her the most beautiful distraction from the shit-storm happening with Brody back in Red Havoc.

Chapter Four
     
    When fifteen remained, Logan couldn’t help but think Air Ryder’s antics were either really stupid, or he was a secret genius. By not telling Kane he had advertised for a Blackwing Crew, the crowd had been witness to his violent reaction.
    Kane had weeded out half the applicants by smashing faces and daring them to stay in his territory. And that shifter didn’t make idle threats either. Logan had met few who he hated turning his back on during a fight, but Dark Kane was certainly one of them. He’d opened himself up to a fist to the face and this split lip in an effort to keep Kane in his peripheral. And he was fighting with him, not against him.
    Yep, Kane was just what he needed. He wouldn’t pussy out when it came time to put Logan where he belonged. Not like his last alpha. Fucker still made him mad for not following through. Any last shred of respect had been stamped out like a tiny sidewalk weed when Trey had refused to put Logan down. So here he was, trying to hold onto his steady long enough to make it into the Blackwing Crew so Kane would have a reason to give him an honorable end. So he could go with dignity.
    Fuck, Winter was cute. All destroyed-looking like a little lost kitten who’d been through a pit bull fight and survived. Logan was having trouble paying attention to Dark Kane’s speech because she was standing in the doorway, her eyes glowing gold like the fucking sexy big-cat she had tucked away inside of her. He hoped she was a panther, but she would make one helluva lioness, too. That little hiss she’d given him was about the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. Her hair, nipple-length and unbrushed with a few blond highlights grown out by inches, was straight down her shoulders. She was maybe six inches shorter than him, fit but curvy with those big titties that would feel perfect cupped in his hands.
    Logan clenched his teeth. He shouldn’t be thinking of her like this. She was a person, and from the ghosts in her eyes, she was going through hell right now. And why else would she be here? Two black-marked dragons heading up a crew? They would only attract the broken. That much was clear from the scent of sickness he smelled on the remaining shifters. No one was going to put up with this much effort to pledge to a crew if they weren’t desperate.
    Hell, that’s why he was here.
    Winter’s eyes were on him again. Gold as the sun and surrounded by dark lashes, and she had a tiny, slightly crooked nose that said she snarled up one side of her lip too much. She looked tough. A green fitted T-shirt over black skinny jeans all ripped to hell, and black combat boots on her feet with the shoelaces undone. Her outfit was at total odds with the big-ass fancy purse she carried.
    Logan canted his head and dragged his attention to those perfect tits she had stuffed into a push-up bra. He was usually really good at assessing someone in a glance. That’s what he’d been trained to do. Winter, however, was an unreadable enigma.
    “You got fuck-me eyes, Bear,” Dustin said from beside him. He shoved Logan in the shoulder.
    Kill him.
    Logan took a careful step away from Dustin. Fuckin’ werewolf was going to rile the monster and end his own life with one more of those stupid touches of his. Wolves were too damn feely for his animal’s taste. If it was up to his inner bear, Logan would eat the entirety of the werewolf race and