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faces. Without words, they each sat in a chair and leaned forward, resting their elbows on their knees.
    “Well?” I snapped.
    “She doesn’t remember anything,” Falcone said.
    My heart galloped hard behind my ribs as he mentioned her. My body hummed, my skin fucking tingling at the thought of Julie. Why was the survivor bringing that type of reaction from me?
    Mate, my mind whispered.
    No. It couldn’t be.
    My brothers and I had gone centuries on earth without finding our destined ones.
    We’d all come to the conclusion the prophecy had been a myth.
    “Dean,” Warren barked.
    I jumped and turned to my brothers.
    “Tell them what you found at the site,” he prodded.
    Nodding, I said, “There were no traces of the dead.”
    “Fuck.” Connor sighed.
    “Do you…?” Falcone started.
    “Yes,” I answered. “We all know of the one person who can take souls and leave nothing behind. If it was any other case, if there had been tormented souls flying around mourning their sudden deaths, then we wouldn’t worry. But there was nothing, no traces of anything . It has to be him. It has to be our brother Kayne.”
    “What are we to do?” Falcone asked, his brows low, body tense, and his voice thick with a worried tone.
    “We hunt. We find. We destroy.” Hardness formed Warren’s words.
    “Warren, he is our brother,” Falcone whispered. He was always the one with a full heart.       
    “Do you want this destruction to continue, Fal? Do you want our brother to keep killing innocents? We have no choice,” Warren told him.
    Falcone closed his eyes and slowly nodded. We all knew he would do the right thing to save innocent people. The humans.
    But how did that one human , the one woman survive?
    “Did you get anything from Julie Michaels?” I asked, eager to know more. Even saying her name caused my stomach to dance.
    Connor smirked at me. “Yeah, we got that she is smoking hot, loves a man in leather because she sure loved looking at my ass, and—”
    He didn’t get to finish. I was on him in seconds. Dragging him over his chair, I pinned him to the wall by this throat.
    “We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” Connor taunted. Obviously I wasn’t choking him hard enough if he could still tease. My grip tightened, and he turned an ugly shade of red.
    “Dean, what the fuck are you doing?” Warren yelled from his seat, not bothering to get up and rescue his brother.
    Ignoring him, I leaned closer and hissed in Connor’s face, “Say one more word about her and I will gut you like the pig you are.”
    Connor gasped out a laugh. I threw him to the floor while he caught his breath and then kept on laughing.
    “Someone fucking tell me what this is about now?” Warren bellowed. “We have never fought each other, only side by side, so I want to know now what is causing this shit when we have bigger issues to fucking deal with,” he commanded.
    Connor, still chuckling, slowly stood and announced, “I believe our dear brother Death here, has found his mate.”
    “Could it be?” Falcone smiled. “Wow, it has to be. Why else would Dean be ready to defend a woman he hasn’t even met?” Falcone stood and started his own pacing as we all watched. Connor smiled while Warren appeared curious. Meanwhile, I was still furious from Connor’s words. Falcone continued his ramblings, “It had been foretold so many centuries ago. I never thought it would take so long, which is why I never believed it. Though, Dean is obviously showing traits that this woman is his mate—”
    “What traits?” I demanded.
    “A sudden change in attitude, like aggression. You’re edgy. You feel a protective need for the survivor. You have an urge to be around her. And I’m sure that’s only a start.”
    “He’s definitely aggressive over her. Nearly ripped my fucking throat out.” Connor sniggered.
    “Fuck,” I growled.
    I have a mate. A mate. What does it mean?
    “You’ll need to stay away from her for now,”