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drawing her into the middle of their pissing contest. Her wolf was clearly not amused either, wanting to shift and take them both down a peg or two with the sharp edge of her claws.
    “You will die. I will not.”
    Charity’s wolf rumbled a soft growl before she forced her feet to move away from Hope. If she wasn’t careful, she just might attack her roommate, because her taunt hit a vulnerability Charity refused to acknowledge. Not when she was still a messy, bleeding wreck.
    Zeke narrowed his eyes dangerously. “Hurting Charity is beneath you. Go home, Hope.”
    Pain radiated from Hope, though her eyes revealed nothing but pure rage. “I hate you,” she spat through clenched teeth.
    “Back at you, princess.”
    Charity knew of Zeke’s ability to read emotions in people’s auras and wondered why he seemed unable to recognize the lie as easily as she could. “Can we get down to the task at hand, or should I just step back and let you two do more damage to each other?”
    Zeke, now amused, fixed his gaze on Charity. “Sasquatch, you can be a real bitch.”
    “The bitch was my mother. I’m still in training.”
    Arak chuckled, and Zeke cocked a brow at him. “Don’t you have something better to do? Take Hope and keep lookout. We don’t need the human authorities raining down on us until Charity is through.”
    Arak held a hand out to Hope, which she took, but not before casting a wounded look at Charity, and Charity got the feeling she had just stepped into the middle of some shit no one had bothered to explain to her. Neither she nor her wolf understood the emotions flying around the alley. Hope had a mate—Kash. She should want no other. Her reaction to Zeke made no sense.
    And Zeke. It was more than obvious he felt something for Hope. It wasn’t hate, and it certainly wasn’t friendship. Tearing her gaze from Hope’s retreating figure, she then turned her attention back to the body. She squatted down to examine the wounds, tensing when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
    “Charity?”
    Charity brushed Zeke’s hand away, more than a little annoyed by the confusion inundating her. “Care to explain to me what that was all about?”
    Zeke was silent a moment, and Charity’s wolf bristled, believing he wouldn’t bother to answer at all. “No,” he finally stated roughly.
    “Then bite me.”
    Paying her words no heed, he closed his fist around her arm and forced her to rise to her feet. The low growl she emitted through her clenched teeth did nothing to dissuade Zeke.
    “I don’t want to be used as a tool for whatever dispute you have with Hope and Kash.”
    Zeke seemed surprised by her words. “Is that what you think I’m doing?”
    “Isn’t it?” Charity felt her hands go to claws and her fangs drop in her mouth. She was losing control again, but Zeke didn’t seem fazed by the near werewolf he held trapped in his hands.
    “Whatever is between Hope and me—and I concede there is some unpleasant shit—
    it has nothing to do with you. And I have not tried to place you in the middle. As for Kash, I don’t understand what you mean. He is my brother. There is no issue between the two of us.”
    Zeke lifted one of her furred hands, his fingertips dancing over the light red hair.
    His lack of fear at her near shift calmed the adrenaline coursing through her, and her wolf receded, her hands returning to smooth skin. “I’ll be honest with you. I don’t even understand what it is about Hope that sets me off.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “But I won’t let you get caught in the crossfire. You have offered me your friendship, and I do not repay my friends that way.”
    Charity nodded, giving concession to his words, though she still didn’t understand them. And she didn’t like feeling as if she were standing on unsettled ground. “I just expect the courtesy of knowing when I’m stepping on someone’s toes. I don’t poach.”
    “I’m not a fish.” At Charity’s soft laughter, he