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wanted to be held by her. In her arms.
    Like I remembered when I was eight.
    Then they were taking her from me, pulling her from me and I was screaming at them and crying, calling out for my mom. There were lights as everything moved in slow motion and a beautiful man with amber red eyes cradled my face as everything went dark.

FIVE
    I hated waking up in cold rooms. Under cold sheets. Especially with the sun in my eyes. When I raised my hand to block the blinding rays, I saw a needle buried deep in the top of my wrist and a clear tube taped to my skin. Crap. This usually happened at the end of a bad day, not the beginning.
    I turned my head to look at the machines and then at the shadow standing in front of the window. I recognized the profile. Crwys Holliard. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his hip resting against the window's ledge. My gaze followed the lines of his body as his hips slipped into his worn out jeans. The short sleeves of the t-shirt exposed his well-toned arms.
    Then there was his hair. I compared Crwys's hair to Bastien's. I don't know what it was about an edgy cut that always attracted me. Most women I knew my age liked either the short business cut or the long-haired ponytail. Not me. I liked things different. And Crwys was different. He kept his hair shaved close to his head around the back and sides, but the crown was long and hung over to one side. The cut accented his long face with its high cheekbones and squared jaw.
    "You know how to strike a pose, don't you?" I sounded weird. Kinda off. Like my vocal cords had sludge on them. I coughed to clear it all out.
    Crwys moved fast at the sound of my voice. He cleared the distance between us in the blink of an eye and sat on the edge of the bed as he placed a warm hand on my cheek. "Hey. You look better."
    "I feel like I just ran a marathon." And then I remembered why I was in the hospital. I put my hands down and pushed myself into a sitting position. "They took Grey. They can't do that, Crwys. They can't take my mom like that—"
    He put a finger on my lips and pursed his own as he made "sshh" noises. "Grey's okay. She's in a kennel in a local lab under quarantine. They didn't find any forensic evidence on her that connects her to the body or the bite on your shoulder."
    "Of course they didn't because she didn't rip anybody apart. Stupid-ass Prescott."
    Crwys pursed those sexy lips of his. "And the bite on your shoulder?"
    Uhm…
    "Don't stall, Sam. I can smell him all over you. Bastien LeBlanc. That bastard's marked his territory all above the ninth ward and any park he and his pack of mutts can get into. When the hell did he mark you?"
    "Mark me?"
    Crwys moved the hospital gown away from my shoulder. "He marked you, Sam, as his. You know he's perigee, right? He can turn you into a Lycan."
    Why was it everyone else knew about this perigee and apogee and I didn't? Then again, everyone knew Werewolves were real and I had no clue. Just never ran into one before. Until now.
    The look in his eyes was a bit daunting. He was close, physically close, at that moment and watching me. Waiting for an answer. So I told him. I let him know everything that happened once the wolves showed up at our ritual. Was it last night? How long had I been in the hospital?
    “The bite is his way of making sure I work to find his people, and I can hear the pack."
    I thought me telling Crwys would make him relax. It did just the opposite. His eyes glowed red now, the amber was gone. Everywhere he touched burned and I flinched away from him. He pulled back and then stood. His stillness unnerved me and he wasn't actually looking at me, but at something I couldn't see.
    A shadow of something moved around the room and I knew I was sort of seeing him. But not quite. He was angry and this wasn't going to end well for anyone if he didn't calm down. "Crwys…please stop. Please. Don't think about what he did. Think about what I need to do. What we need to do. There's a mother