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as affected by her as she was by him, she’d just
had confirmation, Brie thought. But his reaction to it, to her, to everything
tonight just raised more questions than it answered. He wasn’t just running from
the wolf—his brother—hunting him. He was still running from her.
    And she still wanted to know why.

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    Alistair ached for her, and it was no one’s fault but
his.
    Pointless , he told himself
furiously, remembering how she’d writhed against him, asking without words—and
then with words—to have his hands all over her. Knowing that he could be taking
her against the living room wall right now instead of brewing this blasted tea.
She’d come for him so quickly, so sweetly. He could only imagine how much better
it would be for both of them if he brought her to that peak moving inside of
her.
    Alistair groaned, curling his hand into a fist and resting it
on the counter. He felt like putting it through a wall. He was harder than he
thought he’d been in his entire life. And still, here he was, forcing distance
between himself and what he wanted. What, in some twisted joke the gods had
played on him, was meant to be his. His destined
mate.
    And of course, he’d figured it out just as he was finally going
to let Owain catch up with him. If he lived through it, which he intended to,
then he could start thinking about Brie. Would she want the kind of life he
lived? How would she feel about being uprooted and joining a pack? Would she
even want to be turned?
    He breathed deeply, tried to focus. He couldn’t deal with any
of that until Owain had been dealt with. He couldn’t sense his brother, couldn’t
feel him near at all. But given the scout, it wouldn’t be long. Days, at most.
This was what he’d chosen, what he had wanted. Now he knew he’d made a mistake
in his decision, staying here to be close to his mate without allowing himself
to acknowledge the reason. And of course she was just as drawn to him. He’d put
her in danger. That was unacceptable.
    Until the day he was free to return to his pack, he refused to
inflict his life on anyone else. But...God, he wanted her.
    Soon , he told himself. I’ll leave here as soon as the sun rises , meet Owain head - on somewhere else . Gods willing , I’ll be back before long and we can do this properly . Whatever “ properly ” is .
    Alistair tried to collect himself as he stood in the small
galley kitchen, lighting the gas burner with a lighter to heat the water. The
process was often soothing to him, the length of the steeping, the scent of the
tea leaves. Not tonight, though. Though the wind howled and the electric lights
stayed dark, he was almost certain he’d walk back out to find her gone, and the
better for both of them if she was...but Brie was very quietly waiting for him
on his couch when he emerged. Just the sight of her, those honeyed curls
tumbling around her shoulders, lips still swollen from his kisses, left Alistair
with an ache deep in his chest. The part of him that still possessed any
rationality where she was concerned was uneasy about having insisted she stay,
even for a little while. He was both man and wolf. And he was very familiar with
what sorts of things happened when the wolf decided it really wanted something,
whether or not it was the best idea.
    Mine , he thought, a fierce snarl
from within. It had him moving to one of his wing chairs once he set the tray
before her on the heavy chest that served as a coffee table. Alistair picked up
his cup and settled into the chair as he watched Brie, who looked slightly dazed
as she doctored her tea with milk and honey. She stirred it contemplatively
before looking at him, her expressive eyes guarded. The air, however, still
smelled of her desire. His jaw tightened.
    “So,” she finally said. “Who exactly are you, Alistair?”
    She had no idea how different her willingness to listen made
her. But then, he already knew she was different than most. Alistair considered
carefully how to