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ordinarily, she's human. We don't need the kind of attention we'd get if we even considered what you're suggesting—assuming she was willing, which she isn't. When human's go missing, the authorities start searching."
    "If you don't know her, then you also don't know that she couldn't be persuaded,” Jessie put in.
    Dante studied Jessie speculatively. “You wouldn't like what she can do to you if she takes exception to your methods of persuasion,” he said finally.
    Maurice frowned, sitting forward in his seat abruptly and draping his arms over his knees. “Now I'm really curious. What kind of psychic is she?"
    Dante lifted his dark brows at his beta. “You are so well versed in these things. Why don't you tell me?"
    Sending him a look of irritation, Maurice sat back in his seat. “I can't tell that from the scent,” he growled. “All I can say is it's psychic—more powerful than anything I ever ran across—and different from anything I've ever run across."
    Dante felt somewhat mollified by that. Maurice's superior attitude had irked the hell of him, although he'd never particularly given a shit before. Maurice had traveled, and none of them had, but the truth was that Maurice was from an area nearly as ‘back water'. He might think of them as ‘southern red neck hicks’ but he was still a red neck hick himself—just from north of the border.
    He frowned over the question in Maurice's voice. He had no experience with psychic abilities, and he wasn't even certain of what to call what he'd seen her do—wasn't entirely sure he knew what she'd done. He hadn't exactly been in any condition to observe with any sort of objectivity. “Electricity,” he finally said since that was the closest he could come to describing what he'd seen. “It leapt from her palms when the rogue attacked her, and it was a powerful enough jolt it lifted him clean off the ground and threw him nearly ten feet. He was still out cold when I left him."
    Maurice, Kane, and Jessie exchanged varying expressions of doubt and uneasiness.
    Kane frowned. “How did you manage to get her here if she could do that to the rogue?"
    Dante narrowed his eyes at the man, but his expression was curious not accusing, and he relaxed after a moment. “She fainted. I thought, at first, that it was just from the encounter—humans rarely handle an encounter with a lycan very well. She was weak, though, even when she came around, and I'm almost positive she sensed the lycan was laying in wait for her. I am positive it wasn't her first encounter. She knew what we were. There was no disbelief, no coming to terms with a fact that most humans consider a myth to scare little children."
    Maurice lifted a hand to pluck at his lower lip thoughtfully, a habit that had always irritated Dante. “That's why they wanted her,” he said after a few moment's thought.
    Dante sent him a questioning look.
    "We all know they want war, but we also know it's a small pack and not that much of a threat. They know it, too. With her, though...."
    "I'm not following,” Dante said irritably.
    "Because you're not familiar with psychics,” Maurice retorted. “It's like I said, the psychics handle lycanthropy differently than ordinary humans. With the weaker ones, sometimes they can't control it and they become, more or less, a lycan themselves. The stronger ones can utilize our strengths, though. If they convinced her to become a member of their pack, infected her, she would not only be more powerful than she is right now, she'd recover faster ... theoretically, anyway."
    Maurice fixed him with a hard expression. “Your instincts were right ... as usual. We can't let them get their hands on her."
    * * * *
    A shiver skated through Shilo as Dante left her alone. Try as she might to convince herself it was revulsion, however, she knew better. She'd never been inclined toward self-deception, though, and as relatively inexperienced as she was with men in general, she was completely familiar