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danger in her brain. She had again been lost in the werewolf’s spell that he so easily cast on her every time she was near him.
                  Nate knew the woman had seen too much, was a liability to everything his kind stood for, worse, their own existence. She would bring this knowledge back with her to her own world. That very knowledge could endanger everything he had vowed to protect as leader of the brother hood of wolves.
                  He could not allow her to share her knowledge of them, the pack would never allow it or for her to live with the knowledge she now possessed.
                  Maxine began to shiver, not exactly from fear, but the idea of allowing herself to get close to the werewolf again. He fascinated her and excited her senses.
                  She began to move rhythmically under him, arching her body to meet his, she still wanted him.
                  Maxine wanted to rip off every piece of clothing that kept them apart. She needed him inside of her again, filling every part of her. She reached down to undo the button on his jeans. But he only pulled away from her as he pushed her hand away.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Thirteen
                  Maxine felt rejected and unwanted. She laid there under him trying to look away and turn her attention elsewhere. There was no way to ignore him or what just happened. But that still didn’t mean that it almost had.
                  “You know what I am, don’t you? “He asked.
                  She could feel his eyes on her, looking at her, pressing her to answer him.
                  She kept her face turned away, trying to look and concentrate on anything but him. The torch on the ground was still burning. Enough light still poured from it to brighten the room enough for her to see, but even that forced reality to shoot back to her and remind her where she was.
                  How sleazy was she to just continue giving herself over to a man she barely knew. He wasn’t even a man, but something much more. He was a werewolf, something out of a horror story, and she had allowed him to have his way with her. Was this something she found to be a turn-on?
                  She still couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She was only glad that no one else was around to see how low she had become, how willing she was to just hand over herself for a little pleasure. Had she really become that desperate and needy?
                  “You know what I am, don’t you?” he repeated. There was no way of getting around the truth, she did know. Finally she acknowledged the question and nodded her head.
                 
                  But did she really believe what she had seen? Werewolves and vampires were figments of people’s imagination, weren’t they? She had only known of the stories through books and movies, but now she knew the truth… the world was not as it seemed. Even though she was still trying to get past the humiliation of being rejected by him, she forced herself to look at Nate.
                  “You really did change, you really are a werewolf?” she didn’t even have to ask the question, she knew what she had seen was the truth.
                  But the ordeal of what she had gone through tonight, could that be causing her to hallucinate, or some kind of an emotional break down? Was Nate even real? Was this man really indeed real and not some kind of figment of her imagination?
                  Nate had found himself wondering the same thing more than once during his long existence. People did not usually have to make a habit of asking themselves that question, but he was not like a lot of other people. His existence was of another world, one that others did not believe existed. Most people would never be able to wrap