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was more to his answer. “And”—he breathed, stepping closer to her—“where the new dawn of the Lycan nation will begin.”
    Her heart kicked against her rib cage. Did he mean—? “You will fight with us and not against us?”
    A deep rumble began in his belly, echoing throughout his body before surfacing as laughter.
    “The only
us
surviving the rising will be you and me, Falon.”
    For the second time since she came to, Falon’s blood frosted. Life without Rafa and Luca was not an option. Life without her mother, Talia, and all the others she had come to love and respect was not an option. Life with Fenrir on any level was out of the question.
    She needed to get the hell out of there and find Rafa and Luca. Together they stood a chance. Divided they would surely die.
    “We’re going north to the battleground?” Falon asked with a nonchalance she didn’t feel. From beneath hooded lashes she judged the distance from where she stood to the thickest part of the forest just ahead of her and behind Fenrir. In such a restrictive environment, she’d have the advantage of being smaller and nimbler over his larger and slower. Yawning, she stretched her arms over her head and flexed her legs. The tightness in her heavy muscles loosened as electrical pulses sparked throughout her. She felt lighter than air but stronger than a superhero. She jumped and to her amazement soared higher than the tallest tree.
    Fenrir snarled beneath her. And as easily as if she were a bubble floating by, he caught her with his huge hand and brought her carefully back to the ground. So much for him being slow on the uptake.
    “You’re strong, but I am stronger,” he rumbled staring hotly at her.
    “Why am I here?”
    For a minute that stretched out like an hour, Falon watched the terrible wolf struggle for words. If she didn’t know of his savagery, and his hatred for his own kind, she might almost find it endearing that he seemed to actually look as if he were shuffling his feet and about to ask her out on a date.
    When his eyes fixated on her and the spark in their red depths flamed, she knew a bloodcurdling fear she had never experienced before.
    “I have chosen you as my life mate.”
    Exhaling a long breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, Falon bit her bottom lip as she fought back laughter. He looked like a lovesick puppy. If she spoke now she’d laugh and if she laughed . . .
    “You mock me with your eyes,” he snarled.
    Teetering on hysteria, Falon struggled for composure. He was so imposing. Terrifying in his fury, but the human part of him was as vulnerable as any man’s heart. And it was that human vulnerability she would exploit.
    “So, all of this is about you wanting me?”
    He nodded.
    “Why me?”
    “You are of both bloods and pure of heart.”
    It was true that both alphas’ blood coursed through her veins. Pure and powerful, it would pass to her children. Her hand slid down her belly to the babe she knew with gathering certainty grew within her. Pure of heart? Maybe in the sense that the hatred between Lycan and Slayer had not been bred into her. She had learned it, though. She despised Slayers with a vengeance equal to Rafael and Lucien’s. A vengeance so pure it contradicted the dark Corbet blood that infused her power.
    “I cannot bond with you, Fenrir. I carry the heir to Mondragon.”
    “A lie!” he roared, moving so swiftly to her, she blanched in fear. No longer gentle, he grabbed her by the neck and pinned her to the cold forest floor.
    “I don’t lie,” Falon rasped, knowing it was the truth. Grasping his huge hand as it tightened around her throat, Falon struggled for air.
    “Destroy it!” he commanded.
    Fighting for consciousness she shook her head. “Never,” she said hoarsely. Darkness descended around her. Allowing her body to go lax, Falon closed her eyes and found a place deep within herself where she could go to center and balance. The place she could draw the most power