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wants him dead—wants his pack. The KinKaids believe our alpha has targeted them. Both sides are primed for war.”
    “Tell me something I don’t know, Lucas.” The male was indeed smart when it came to political tactics, but at times, he tried Arick’s patience.
    The large male sighed. “Where is your appreciation for the excitement of a well-delivered plot, Gregorson?”
    “I’m fresh out,” Arick deadpanned.
    “Fine.” Lucas lowered his leg and leaned forward. “You have an open invitation to walk right onto the KinKaid lands.”
    “Go on.” Arick pressed his shoulders into his chair’s backrest.
    “What better way to incite a war than to take something their alpha, and apparently their lead enforcer as well, covets. Both males, I’m most certain, would…” Lucas eased back, his empty, obsidian stare unwavering from Arick’s, “kill for her.”
    Arick’s pulse stuttered, then raced, making him lightheaded. Holy fuck. “Rosa KinKaid.” Seated, Arick lunged forward, bringing them closer. “You’re suggesting we take the alpha’s twin,” he stated, his voice hushed as if the walls might share their secret.
    “You tell me you want a war. You want your brother dead. And you want Landry for yourself.”
    “Yes!” Arick spat. “All of it!”
    Lucas slid to the edge of his seat, the sharp points of his canines glinting beneath his upper lip. “Then you take Rosa KinKaid, and you’ll have everything you ever wanted.”

Chapter Four
     
     
    Rosa twisted the knobs on her shower, shutting off the spray. After tugging the curtain aside, she stepped out onto her bathmat. With a towel plucked from the rack, she massaged her damp hair, then moved to her back and shoulders. Rolling her head, she kneaded her fingers through the plush cotton into her flesh. The hot water had felt great on her neck.
    Standing in front of the bathroom counter, she turned and lifted her locks. Between her shoulder blades and above, her skin tingled like the marching of ants heading north. She swiveled her head and glanced into the mirror. Her breath hitched. The dark line, the thermometer that gauged the progression of heat, began as a smudge in the middle of her back and darkened as it rose. It had now crossed the threshold of her neck. Rosa reached around, smoothing the pad of her finger over the brown line as if she could wipe the evidence away. Once it reached her hairline, she would be in full heat. From what she’d heard, her body and mind would be wracked with the need for any man willing to ease her flesh from the insane craving for sex—to mate—and form an inseparable bond.
    And to breed.
    She groaned. God help me. Rosa spun and gripped the edge of her sink, her knuckles blanching. Lifting her head, she reached for her toothbrush. A wave of dizziness swamped her, and her vision clouded. She grasped the counter for balance and steadied her feet. Oh, God. Her stomach soured in apprehension.
    “Rosa!” The sound of her brother’s cry filled her head, weakening her knees. Her rear slammed onto the tile floor, rattling her teeth. Then her sight was Evin’s.
    Yet, he was no longer in human form. His perception was too sharp, the level of focus too low to the ground. He ran through the trees, claws digging into the mulch beneath his pads. Howls rent the night air around him. His heart raced, fueled by rage and adrenalin. The duel effect popped beads of sweat like rain over Rosa’s flesh, and she shivered. Evin stopped before several males dressed in black. Loud snaps rang out and a section of fence behind them tumbled inward.
    Evin reared his head back, and a howl ricocheted inside her skull, chilling her blood. Her brother charged, leaping over the fallen cyclone…and was gone. Like a puff of smoke dispersed by a breeze, the vision faded away with him.
    Hot tears crested and trailed down her cheeks. Rosa pushed up from the hard surface. Damn, damn, damn . Evin had called her name, which meant the prophecy had been