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or shattered them. Either way, they weren’t useful. Wolves might not need the light, but it didn’t bode well for a friendly meeting.
    Beyond the grouping, movement flowed through the shadows—actual wolves, not in human form. “How many?”
    “Too many.” Voice tightening, Faust glanced behind them, before tapping the brakes once. “Stay or go?”
    If she said go , he’d accelerate through the wolves and likely take out anyone who didn’t get out of their way. If she said stay , he would prepare himself to take on all the challengers. Her Hound was tough as hell, but a dozen or more wolves tough?
    “Sovvan?”
    It could simply be an intimidation ploy. The Sutter Butte Alpha might very well be putting on a show. “Stay.” The intellectual versus the instinctual—her gut said run like hell, because she didn’t want Faust facing those wolves. On the other hand, they would have to face far worse if Cassius were serious about his desire to utilize her abilities.
    Faust blew out a breath then stopped the vehicle fifteen feet from the men. Most of them appeared to be no older than thirty. Though age could be deceptive in wolves, their posture said a lot, as did their style of dress. Of course, maybe tank tops, leather jackets and jeans were commonplace in the desert. Dear God, why? It made her sweat to look at the heavy coats.
    “Stay in the car,” her Guardian ordered, but Sovvan shook her head.
    “No, we do this together. Besides,” she placated his ego, “I’m a sitting duck in the car.”
    “It’s bulletproof glass and reinforced metal. It might hold up.” The retort carried no heat, as his attention focused on the wolves approaching them. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
    “No,” she admitted, sliding her feet into a pair of flats. The closer the wolves came, the less friendly their expressions grew. They seemed almost at war with themselves, as though they wanted to appear welcoming. Keyword: appear. “Do you see Cassius out there?” She’d seen a photograph of him, but it was dark and she was tired.
    “No sign of his high and mighty.” Tension roiled in his voice, but Faust kept his expression placid as he reached past her and flipped open the glove box to reveal a gun. “Well, if we’re getting out, we’re taking my friend Colt with us.”
    “I thought you said only cowards took guns to a wolf fight?” Not that she was complaining.
    “Actually, luv, what I said was only an idiot took a gun to a wolf fight. This is a slaughterhouse, not a fight. Get in the driver’s seat when I get out.” He was no longer asking. Command reverberated through his every word.
    Sovvan lifted her hand and pressed her palm to Faust’s cheek. His eyes went wolf and a growl rumbled in his chest. Her limited choices left her with the option of reflecting their Alpha or Faust. If she reached for Serafina, she would suspect foul play and the Hounds she’d set on their trail would floor it into the action. The possibility of igniting a war versus the need to protect her Guardian from the potential, yet undefined, harm prompted her to reach for Faust’s flaws—his vicious temper and brutal pugilist tendencies.
    Once upon a time, Faust preferred to settle every argument with his fists. Higher education and a simple dedication to improving himself taught him rational measures, control, and channeling his fury into personal power. The combination of dominance and skill made him a fierce Hound and a ferocious defender. The rage poured into her, igniting her wolf and erasing the tiredness from her system.
    “Luv, you’re no fighter.”
    “No, but I am a wolf.” She reached for the door handle, riding the buzz of his rage. Reflecting him would give her the power to fight, even if she had no real taste for bloodshed.
    Stepping out into the hot, dry air she caught the wild scents of aggression surrounding them. More than the seven in front of her or the dozen circling on four feet—the stench of anger,