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mate. Near his growing baby.
    Protect them. Keep family safe . His wolf growled softly in his throat, already strategizing the best way to eliminate the threat.
    Careful not to jostle Annie, he slid his arm out from under her and stood. He closed his eyes letting his wolf focus on the details he couldn’t pick up on his own. There was heavy breathing and the faint rapid heartbeat that didn’t belong. Footsteps, perhaps boots, one set. He breathed deep, scenting for any minute change in the air. Something to give him a hint as to what he was up against.
    Not that it much fucking mattered. The invader was probably going to die by wolf.
    Inching toward the stairs, Blister let his wolf come forward some. He could see easily in the dark and he peered down over the banister. A large figure was bent toward the ground muttering under his breath. Seeing the bastard right here in Blister’s domain, in his and Annie’s safe haven, made him blind with rage.
    Kill , his wolf seethed. Protect mine .
    He skipped the stairs, and in a quick move, he leapt over the rail, landing heavily on his feet. The intruder’s head snapped around to land on Blister’s naked form. His eyes went wide in surprise before narrowing to slits.
    “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” But he didn’t wait for the stranger’s answer. He stalked forward, swinging at the man with his closed fist.
    But he ducked just in time, and only his hair was grazed by Blister’s punch. Rearing back for another, the next one made contact, right in the center of the intruder’s stomach. This was no lightweight though. This man was muscular and thick. Not as rangy as Blister. It felt like punching a fucking brick wall.
    He was human though, and no match for the animal that lived inside Blister. The one who’d die before any harm came to his mate or young.
    This asshole human had picked the wrong damn house.
    The stranger delivered a kick to Blister’s side like he was straight outta the fucking UFC. But it only riled his animal more. Wolf wanted to toy with the fool now, see what the human could do. And before he could decide exactly how to go about it, the man rammed him with all the weight of his body. The impact was like being hit with a Cadillac, but he held his ground. Then the bastard set to pummeling Blister’s face.
    As if that would even slow him down.
    Fat chance, fucker.
    Blister’s ferocious growl ripped through the darkness of the living room. It was the only warning before his wolf roared forth, powerful and snarling.
    By all accounts this should have ended the fight. The asshole should’ve taken one look at the man-turned-wolf and tucked tail and ran. At which point, Blister would have chased him down and threatened him to within an inch of his useless, retched life that if he ever saw him in Cedar Valley again, he’d end him hard and fast.
    But that wasn’t how things went at all.
    The stranger’s eyes went wide, and he took on a whole new countenance. One of determination. His shoulders straightened and his jaw pulled tight. And the wolf in Blister recognized the hot flash of anger in his eyes. It was as if Blister had encroached on his territory instead of the other way around.
    So quick, Blister barely followed him with his gaze, the man reached in his pocket and came out with a switchblade, circling the wolf menacingly.
    “You bastard,” he grit out. “I will kill you just like I did the others. I’m not the inferior one.”
    Then he lunged forward, knife swiping for Blister’s throat.
    Mother. Fuck.
    Wolf darted out of the way, looking for an opening. The second he had an inch, the guy would be under him, regretting the day he was ever born.
    Blister snarled, snapping at the man’s wrist. One click of his fangy jaws and the knife would be obsolete.
    The two of them circled each other, taking turns testing the other. The stranger had skills. He seemed to know exactly what move Blister would make and then counter it. If he bit, the