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man jerked back in just enough time to escape his razor teeth. If he lunged for him, the man circled and ducked. He was stealthy, moving with the grace of a patient and skilled fighter. He was no ordinary thief, and that gave Blister chills of foreboding.
    Dangerous. This man was dangerous. There’d be no chasing him away with threats. Whatever he was here for, a warning wasn’t going to deter him. He’d have to die.
    And Blister could see the way.
    He inched closer, his shoulders bunching with what he was about to do. Take a hit to get nearer to his target. It was a tactic Drake had taught him on the racetrack. A little bump for a little jump. It worked on the dirt, it’d work here.
    As expected, the stranger took the bait. As soon as Blister was within arm’s reach, the man darted forward with a quick flick of his wrist. The knife went through the thick fur on Blister’s shoulder like soft butter. So clean, he almost didn’t feel it. And he’d endured much worse so the wound didn’t handicap him like it should have.
    The tangy metal scent of blood hung thick in the air, but Blister didn’t waste a second worrying about it.
    Rearing back, he jumped so his massive front paws hit squarely on the big guy’s shoulders. And the weight of Blister’s wolf was too much. He tackled him to the floor, his back hitting the polished hard wood with a thunderous boom.
    The knife clattered on the boards and skittered away out of reach, but the man wasn’t lying down easy. Tucking his long leg over Blister’s hip, he yanked his lower half to the side, throwing him off balance. Rearing up, he smashed his head into Blister’s snout.
    Enough. Fucking enough already.
    Before he had a chance to do anymore damage, Blister clamped his jaws over the man’s thick throat.
    Finally, he stilled. But Blister could taste the sweat on his skin, the defeat and desperation. The frantic heartbeat moving his vein, with every thump potentially the last.
    Blister was shaking with rage, his teeth already piercing the human’s skin.
    Must kill. Dangerous. Protect family .
    The living room lights kicked on temporarily blinding him, and then Annie’s scream. Shit . Were there more intruders? Why hadn’t he scouted the area first before engaging this bastard?
    He’d rip a hole in this one’s throat and then take care of the others. Mate would be okay. Mate would be safe.
    Make mate safe now .
    The intruder’s constricted throat eked out a strangled, “Annie,” and Blister saw red.
    He knows mate’s name. Kill him before he gets her .
    “ Blister! God, Blister wait. Don’t . Don’t hurt him, please.”
    His mate’s desperate, tear-filled voice was enough to keep him from biting down harder. But barely.
    Growling, he looked for her, never taking his mouth from the stranger’s throat. She stood several feet away. Far enough to be safe from the intruder. Her hands were splayed in front of her, and her robe had been hastily thrown on. It was gaping at the top where she’d bunched it up to fit around her protruding belly. Her forehead was creased in worry, and tears streaked her round cheeks.
    “Baby, listen to me. This is my brother. This is Aaron.”
    Aaron. Mate’s brother .
    Blister stared at her, letting the information sink in. This was not a dangerous intruder. This was Annie’s brother who’d been gone from Cedar Valley for so many years. But his wolf could hardly reconcile the beloved Aaron with the man who’d just skillfully fought him and threatened to kill him. The man felt dangerous.
    “Blister, please. Calm down and I’ll explain. Let him go,” Annie pleaded.
    Mate’s brother.
    With a snarl, he released Aaron’s neck and leaped over to Annie. She reached a shaking hand out to him, and he nudged it with his nose, feeling her panic at seeing her brother under his teeth. A strangled whimper escaped him. Sorry for scaring you, mate. I thought there was danger .
    She pulled him closer, until he could nuzzle her belly.