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pack. We could be lounging somewhere tossing back Tequila.” Tryck nodded toward Carter.
    “Law, this is Carter.”
    “‘Sup.” Law nodded at him. What the hell was wrong with their mother and giving these guys such weird names? Carter nodded a hello at the man.
    “Ahm was here?” He realized what Law had just said. Carter wasn’t sure if the Shadow Elves knew the Wood Elves had relocated here. Was it just a coincidence? He didn’t believe in those, so how did 28
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    they find out? Ahm was one nasty piece of work. The Shadow Elf thrived on misery.
    “You’re safe. No harm will come to you.” Tryck tried to reassure him.
    “You must not have met the guy. Harm is his middle name.”
    “And he hasn’t met the Santiago brothers,” Law said with a sneer.
    Carter stared at him with an oh really look. “You’re shifters, give me a break.”
    “I’d change my attitude if I were you. You’re one of us now,” Law advised him.
    “Oh, special me, I get to join the all-exclusive Mickey Mouse Club.” Carter gave a golf clap.
    “He’s got fire.” Law grinned at Tryck. Carter rolled his eyes. If the guy only knew how much of a Chicken Little he really was. His quips only came out in high emotional moments, fear and nervousness being the top contenders, and boy did these brothers make him nervous.
    “Come on, gatito .” Tryck grabbed his hand and pulled Carter along, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He was going to have to ask Teaky what the hell was up with that.
    He was dragged along and down to Maverick’s office. He wondered if his mate was going to keep his hands on him all the time now that he figured out Carter’s failure to shimmer when touched by him.
    Maverick laughed when he saw Carter. “You guys haven’t killed each other yet?”
    “Is that your diabolical plan?” Carter narrowed his eyes at the large Alpha. He wouldn’t put it past Maverick to think just that.
    “Maybe.” He smiled. “Now tell me about Papa Smurf.”
    “He’s a nasty one. Don’t pull any punches with him. He won’t.” Carter tried to pull his hand free, but Tryck wasn’t having it. Fine, whatever. “About a year ago the Shadow Elves started attacking us, no provocation involved. They normally stay to the marshes, which is Carter’s Tryck
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    why we were caught off guard. They only attacked at night, silently picking us off.”
    Carter took a deep breath, the next sentence threatening his control on his emotions. “They wiped out my entire family.” He paused for a moment to compose himself and then continued.
    “Somehow Ahm has found out where we are. I’m afraid the drama, as you put it, has come to your quiet town.”
    “Like we weren’t having issues already with rogues and humans.” Maverick dropped into his chair. “So how do we fight them?”
    “You don’t.”
    “That’s bullshit. They’re not unstoppable,” the brother he hadn’t been introduced to stated.
    “We haven’t figured out a way yet. That’s why we’re here.” Duh.
    Carter tried again to get his hand free. “Look, I’m not going anywhere. Cross my heart, and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.” He crossed his heart with his free hand. “I just want to go to the den.” Tryck laughed as he stared at Carter. “I’ll stick something in you all right if you disappear again.” Carter yelped when Tryck smacked his ass. “I remember making that same promise once, gatito .” He winked at Carter. “I see we are more alike than we thought.”
    “Why doesn’t that thrill me? I promise not to shimmer out.” Tryck released him, and Carter shot out of the office. Tryck was a crazy bastard. He thought battling the enemy was difficult. Try dealing with shifters. Carter thought about shimmering for a split second, but breaking a promise went against his character. Why’d he have to be all noble was anybody’s guess, but it didn’t set right with him to go against his mate. He had promised so