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defensive driving course
in high school. She was damn proud of that A. She wasn’t about to blow her
perfect record tonight with a bunch of maniacal wolves as witnesses.
    She
looked up, and her heart sank to her toes. Even an A in defensive driving
wasn’t going to get her past that. The road dead-ended at the biggest boulder
she’d ever seen. Just ended right at the base of it. With the thick growth of
trees on either side, there was no way around. With no room to turn and no way
back, she was out of options.
    Beside
her the masked wolf gave a victorious yip. She met its glare dead-on. Again the
uncanny expressiveness of its face shocked her. And then pissed her off. There
was nothing worse than a gloating wolf. She looked at the rock coming up fast.
She was almost at the point of no return. The wolves around her picked up their
leader’s yip, their voices blending to a nerve-racking war cry.
    Don’t
trust your eyes. No matter what you see. No matter how bad it gets, do not take
your foot off the gas.
    Caleb’s
words came back to her. She trusted Caleb, but more than that, she did not want
to die as a wolf snack.
    She
caught the lead wolf’s eye, flipped him the bird, and then jammed the
accelerator to the floor. The little car shot forward. Her scream echoing all
around the tiny interior, she closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable
collision.

NO
sudden impact. No grind of metal against stone. No shattered glass. And most of
all, no horrendous pain.
    She
opened her eyes. There was nothing ahead of her. No gloom. No sense of
foreboding and certainly no boulder the size of Mount Olympia. Just a straight
rutted path dappled in moonlight. Allie depressed the brake and looked back.
The wolves milled a hundred feet behind. She could see them through the
shimmering mirage of the boulder. Freaky.
    Caleb
was right. For whatever reason, the wolves couldn’t follow her here.
    She
slowed her speed to a manageable level, following the path for three more
minutes before the ranch house came into view. It was a huge, well-lit
structure sprawled between two hills. Nothing had ever looked more beautiful.
She laid on the horn as she bounced along the road. She wanted Caleb front and
center as soon as she stopped. She had a bone or two to pick with him.
    A man
came out of the house as she slid into the drive. He was tall and from his
silhouette, well muscled, but she knew instinctively he wasn’t Caleb. He was
down the steps and at the back of the car before she completed her sideways
skid. In the time it took to open her door, he was speaking into a gizmo on his
shoulder and popping the hatch as if he knew exactly what she carried.
    Which
maybe he did. If Caleb could communicate with her telepathically, he could most
likely do so with others. She opened the door and got out of the car, ignoring
the stab of discomfort that thought gave her. Slamming the car door shut, she
asked, “Is the wolf still alive?”
    The
answer was curt and slightly muffled as it came from the depths of the compact
“Yes. No thanks to you.”
    No
thanks to her? “I saved his life!”
    The
man leaned out of the car, his expression drawn into one of disgust as his cold
gray eyes flicked over her with impatience. “You would see it that way.”
    His
gaze narrowed as he looked over her shoulder, the military cut adding to his
aggressive aura. “You two help me here.”
    A
quick glance revealed three men right behind her, all big and all looking at
her with that same expression of dislike.
    “Where’s
Caleb?” she asked the big blond, not liking the feeling she was getting.
    The
blond didn’t answer, just jerked his chin toward her. “Lock her up.”
    She
ducked, but it was too late. Her arms were unceremoniously yanked behind her.
    “What
are we going to do with her?” a deep male voice asked conversationally above
her head as if she weren’t kicking and twisting for all she was worth in his
grip.
    “That’s
for the brothers to