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focussed on his food as well, and he seemed to be trying very hard not to look at her. Shit. I hope I’m not broadcasting my arousal at the freakin’ dinner table. Talk about embarrassing.
    She hadn’t been so out of control since her last heat almost, well, since MacDugal. For a while she’d thought something was wrong with her, but her father had explained that so much magic in her system just made her different, not wrong. Unlike the other Shifters that went into heat every month, she was simply more selective. Or so she told herself.
    “You cook a mean steak, Rena,” Fenris said after a short silence.
    Her mother beamed. “Thank you. I try to make an effort now and then, since not all of us can hunt for our dinner.”
    Rurik chuckled, and Rudra realized she hadn’t seen her parents this happy in a long, long time.
    “Funny wolf. I can hunt just fine.” He held up a hand. Blue sparks arced between his fingers. “But my kills tend to be well-done, not raw.”
    Fenris grunted. “Sorcery must have its upside. Just a short while ago, your daughter held me against the wall by my throat. All that power at her disposal. Probably makes her an outstanding alpha. Well, that and her natural aggression.”
    Rudra blinked, not sure she’d heard him correctly. “Did you just compliment me for being human?”
    “No, for being a sorcerer. Your father tells me there’s a fine line between the two.”
    Rurik glowed. “Bright boy. So wise despite your seeming youth. How old are you, Fenris? Three hundred? Four?”
    Fenris seemed discomfited by the question.
    Rudra took note. “Yeah, Goldie, how old are you?”
    He scowled at her. “A century, give or take.”
    She laughed. No way a wolf with his power had lived anything less than three hundred years. The older a wolf, the more power and standing he had. “Right. Come on, how old are you?”
    “Twenty-five,” he muttered and rammed another piece of red meat into his mouth.
    She stared in shock. “A hundred and twenty-five?”
    “No, twenty-five years, period.”
    Rena gaped. “But you vibrate with power. You’re obviously going to be an alpha if you aren’t one already. You must have lived several centuries to accumulate so much energy.”
    “My line is a bit different from other wolves.” Fenris glanced at Rudra.
    She swore she saw a hint of vulnerability there. Perhaps his life in the Silver Clan hadn’t been as rosy as she’d imagined.
    “The Mark of Lycos gives us an edge over others,” he went on.
    Rudra studied the muted star on his forearm, once again taken with the sense of magic there. “Can I touch it?”
    He shrugged and held out his arm. She saw his obvious strength in the defined muscle of the man and sensed the wildness of his wolf. But the mark intrigued her to sense that something she couldn’t quite name.
    The moment her fingers made contact with it, desire arced through her body.   A connection snapped between them. She felt a need to take him deep, to work hard to procreate his heritage. A faint growl rumbled through her, a warning to anyone near to back off, that this male belonged to her.
    “Goodness, Rudra. I hadn’t realized you two had formally mated already.” Her mother stared, surprised but pleased. “Perhaps we could still have a small ceremony, anyway.”
    Fenris captured her hand under his, gently pushing her palm away from his arm. “Oh no, Rena. We’re not mated. Just some intense chemistry, that’s all.”
    “Oh.” Her mother looked disappointed, but the glance she shared with Rudra’s father said otherwise. She didn’t believe Fenris’ denial.
    “Rena, about that dessert you mentioned?” Fenris hinted, and Rudra could have kissed him for changing the subject. “Apple pie is my absolute favourite.”
    “Rudra’s too. I’ll get it.”
    Her father spoke as her mother left the room. “Rudra, we need to talk about Fenris.”
    Please don’t let him lecture me on safe sex—which I so didn’t have earlier. The