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grown, have dens of their own--"
    "And still need you, which means they'll continue to eat your time." He kissed her hair. "But that's okay, I have this. No one else ever gets this with you."
    She snuggled closer. "So true."
    "Asia and Hawke returned late last night," he said into the silence a few minutes later.
    "I know, we talked a little and plan to catch up today. I made it clear I didn't want to see any Mickey Mouse pictures unless I was in it. When she asked who was that, I laughed."
    "Who is that?" he asked.
    Jasmine leaned back staring at him. "Oh my goodness, you're serious."
    Curious, he nodded.
    She sighed the way she did whenever she didn't want to explain something she thought he should know, usually some type of human folklore or icon, like a mouse with a name.
    "Later, I'm not up to all that right now."
    He rubbed her back while smiling at how put out she sounded. "Damian caught rogues last night, more like three this morning."
    Her head shot up and met his gaze. "Rogues? Thieves? Or rebels?"
    "Thieves. A little problem with full-bloods breaking into human warehouses and stealing. From what I understand, he did a good job."
    "Of course he would." She returned to his chest.
    "Alpha Bart's concerned though, so is Angus."
    "Concerned? About what?"
    "Damian's not integrating into the community. He has very little contact with other wolves, which isn't normal."
    She nodded, and remained silent for a few seconds. "Raised in a lab, he survived as a lone wolf."
    "Yeah, but he needs pack to work efficiently in that area. It's dangerous for him to isolate himself, the last thing I want is for my enemies to realize he doesn't think in terms of pack. Worse, what if Damian doesn't think in terms of pack when he goes against an adversary, and thinks in terms of a personal challenge. That's not the way we do it."
    "Why didn't he learn it in training?"
    Angus mentioned some variation of that earlier. "Because it's taught to our pups. Damian gets along so well with everyone it never occurred to any of us that he lacked pack instincts. The need to be with our kind, to share the kill or burden, to hunt together... we forgot he never lived in a den."
    "Neither did Hawke or Asia. Both were raised in labs. Do they have a pack mentality?"
    "Not really. Asia serves you specifically and me generally. Hawke's here because of Asia and our bond has grown stronger over time, but neither have pack instincts, like the twins, or Matt, or the others raised in packs."
    "Can it be fixed? Damian's issue I mean, not Hawke or Asia, they're fine."
    Silas smiled at her quick defense of her friend. "We are going to try, otherwise his KnightForce training was in vain. He cannot serve pack if he's not pack."

Chapter 5
     
    Damian read through all the files of the infected. As far as he could tell, their only connection was their full-blood status. Per KnightForce guidelines, he sent his findings and copies of the files to Russell and Eugene, the other two KnightForce agents assigned in the state, for their opinions and insight. In the meantime, he and Raoul headed to the home of Sheila Heights, the lone female full-blood with the itch malady.
    Half an hour later, at the end of a long road, sat a small square house with spooky charm and windows so narrow only half of his body would fit through. There was nothing picturesque or attractive about the green tangle of ivy climbing one side and stopping promptly at the roof as if an invisible line had been drawn restricting forward momentum. A dull, quiet air seeped from its brick walls, at odds with the upbeat vibes from the much newer homes a few hundred feet away.
    Damian looked over his shoulder at the large two-story modern houses lining the long road and then back at this sad, one-story structure surrounded by a profusion of nettles and blackberry thorns. A thick hedge of oak and various trees formed a natural barrier behind the house, lending shade and a modicum of protection. Never had a place seemed