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her cheeks. “What
do
you care about, Wolf?”
    He smiled, the gesture grotesque. “Siring the most powerful pack on earth.”
    “For that you’re going to have to find yourself a willing partner.” Because it wasn’t going to be her!
    “Willing or not, I have found my true mate.”
    Foreboding swept through her at his implication, but Falon kept her composure. “You’ll have to introduce me to her one of these days.”
    His grotesque smile widened. “It would be my pleasure.”
    Slowly, Falon inhaled a deep breath centering her anxiety. If this wolf thought for one minute she was going to—she shivered, unable to comprehend such a thing. Slowly she exhaled, and deeply inhaled again. As the air entered her body and was absorbed into her bloodstream, her cells sparked with energy. Fenrir was powerful, but he was not omnipotent.
    Mentally she checked herself for pain or injury. Not a scratch. Far from it. She felt amplified. Electrified. Stronger than ever. The blood of the two alphas had infused her power significantly, but there was something more. Different. Mystical. Dark. Her urge to kill heightened. Her lust for the hunt unnerving, the yearning for blood unquenchable. But not for Slayer blood . . . Lycan.
    Falon gasped.
    Her desire to hunt her own kind, to crucify them then infuse her body with their blood was so overwhelming she felt faint. Dear God! What had happened to her? Had Fenrir forced his hatred for Lycan into her?
    In a hideous revelation, her memory provided the answer. Balor Corbet’s blood now ran through her veins. It had restored her life! Did she now possess his hatred for those she loved? And his dark magic? Shivering violently, Falon fought back the nausea that rolled through her. Corbet blood had destroyed so much of what Mondragon and Vulkasin held dear and yet that same villainous blood not only saved her life but had enhanced her senses to such a dizzying height she could barely control it.
    Her beast snarled defensively at the evilness that prevailed within her. It would not be! She would never hurt a Lycan intentionally. She loved her people. Would die for them. For their cause.
    It took all of her strength and concentration to center herself, to regain her composure. To tell herself that her Lycan blood was stronger than any Slayer blood that ran through her veins. Her love for Lucien and Rafael would trump any hate forced into her. Whether forced or accepted with open arms, the power of the three united was omnipotent. It could not be defeated. Not by Fenrir and certainly not by the Corbet blood that coursed through her veins. She was Lycan born and Lycan she would stay regardless of whose blood saved her life!
    Ignoring Fenrir’s menacing growls, Falon cautiously stood and wiped the dirt and brush from her clothing. The deformed wolf man moved closer posturing as if he meant to keep her captive. Falon flung her hands at him and to both their shock, his four-hundred-pound body moved back ten feet. Deep furrows etched in the early autumn earth, disrupting the pungent dirt.
    “Do not crowd me, Wolf.”
    He snarled and snapped at the air, his unsightly human face elongating to that of a wolf before reverting back to human. It looked as if the wolf lacked self-control. She’d tread lightly but bravely and use that against him. What had both Rafa and Luca told her with regard to sizing up a threat? Show no fear and you open no door for attack.
    “Why am I here?” she demanded, knowing the answer. When the deformed wolf did not immediately answer, Falon calmed herself and gauged her location, looking around the wooded glen that shielded them from the thicker surrounding forest.
    Moonlight struggled through the thick copse of trees surrounding them. The scents were different though not unpleasant. Falon knew she was hundreds of miles north of home.
    “Where are you taking me?”
    “Where it will end,” Fenrir said smoothly. His eyes glittered, and Falon knew by their glow there