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magical tendrils of his power, seeking her mind and her consciousness. She was hidden deep within herself, hiding from the shocking blast that had caused her so much pain. She was cuddled with her wolf, the animal spirit wrapped around her mortal soul, protecting it. Duncan had never seen the like, though he’d heard stories. It was beautiful and strange. They were separate and yet one.

    He’d been inside were minds before, but none had ever looked like this. This girl was different.

    She became aware of him. The wolf looked up, recognizing his light. She nuzzled the girl’s spirit encouragingly while Megan’s human side looked at him with wide, frightened eyes.

    “Fear not, Megan. We’re trying to help you. Can you speak? Do you have the energy?”

    “We? Is Dante all right?”

    Odd that her first thought would be of the bloodletter. Duncan filed that away in his mental
    “things to ponder” file.

    “He is well. He’s seeing to your physical injuries. I’m more concerned about your spirit. Will you come back to us or do you seek the light? I think your wolf spirit would prefer you to stay in the mortal realm, don’t you?” He sought to engage the wolf in helping to coax the injured spirit back to the surface where it should be. Only then would Megan regain consciousness in the mortal realm.

    As he hoped, the wolf agreed, nudging her toward him in the space of her soul.

    “This is gonna hurt, isn’t it?” She had enough moxie to smile at him, one eyebrow raised mischievously, though he could see her fear.

    “I’m sorry, Megan. I won’t lie to you. You were injured by the blast, but you’ll recover.
    Especially with Dante watching over you like a mother hen.” She giggled. There was no other word for the pure sound of enjoyment that issued from her lips.
    She was enchanting, and now Duncan knew for sure that her heart of hearts was pure and true.
    There was no darkness in her tender spirit, only honor, duty, loyalty and love.

    All in all, if she’d been completely human, Duncan would have thought her a great match for Dante’s warrior soul. She was something he’d never personally encountered. The wolf inside her was strong, separate in a way he didn’t quite understand, but would like to discover. This strange phenomenon deserved further study.

    “All right. Let’s get this over with.” With a last caress to the fur of her wolf spirit, she stood on her own, the wolf walking beside her to the boundary separating her unconscious mind and the waking world.

    Duncan retracted his mental probe when he saw her step over the line. She would wake and need their help getting through the wrenching pain of her injuries—both physical and magical.

    She gasped as her eyes opened, her body trembling in reaction. Dante’s hands went to her face, cupping her cheeks gently as he soothed her. Duncan watched the uncharacteristic tenderness from his old friend with a worried sort of interest. Dante was behaving out of character, but then, nothing was normal about this situation—from the girl to the attack to Dante’s reaction.

    “Son of a bitch!” she sobbed aloud as consciousness returned. “That hurts!”

    “Where does it hurt, baby?” Dante questioned, moving his hands lower, to cup her bruised ribs and injured wrist. “You’ve got two broken ribs and a few snapped bones in your wrist.”

    “Yeah, that’s what hurts.” She gasped once more as she tried to get up and failed. Dante pushed her back, making soothing sounds.

    “Stay put, little wolf. I’ll take care of you. Is anything else bothering you?”

    “Besides the fact that I’m naked in front of two strange men and can’t really move?” Sarcasm dripped from her terse tone.

    Dante actually blushed. If Duncan hadn’t seen it himself, he wouldn’t have believed it.

    “I had to check for injuries,” he explained. “And your clothes didn’t make it through your partial shift.” His tone went from chastised to serious