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woman he could handle. The question is, what to do if someone came looking for her.
    Sam's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Look, I don't know who you are or what you're doing up here. Honestly, I don't really care. All I know is that I'm going home and you can't stop me."
    Nafarius took two steps forward, his hands dropping to fist at his sides. "Do not challenge me."
    Sam struggled to stand her ground in the face of such power. Masculine, violent power, towered over her, the man using his size to intimidate her. It worked wonderfully. "What do you want?" she asked quietly.
    "How you found this place and why are you here?" Nafarius stood close enough that he was able to catch her scent, dark and sensual. It drifted on the evening breeze to mingle with the smell of smoke from her campfire and the fresh water of the lake. But hidden beneath it all was the sour smell of the city.  
    "I came up here to camp." That much was true, she thought. But she got the distinct impression that this man would appreciate knowing the true purpose behind her trip. Werewolves , she thought. No fucking way , the Andrew sound-a-like answered.  
    Nafarius couldn't smell a lie, but he knew when someone was keeping secrets, evading. "Nobody comes up here. We make sure of that."
    Sam felt her heart stutter at the cold violence she heard in his voice. "Please just let me go," she pleaded. "I won't tell anyone anything. I promise."
    Nafarius considered his options, none of them appealed. "You stay," he ordered. "For now."
    "But..."
    Nafarius ignored her. Grabbing her by the arm, he led her towards the pack's den.  
    Panicked, Sam tried digging in her heels. "No! Wait! You can't do this! Let me go!"
    Nafarius tightened his grip as the woman struggled to get free.  
    "You're hurting me!" His hand on her arm felt like a vice, his fingers digging in painfully. Looking up at the face of the mountain, Sam was surprised to see light spilling out from a large opening. Inside, she could hear the low rumble of voices. Somehow, she knew that if he got her inside, nothing would ever be the same.
    "Please," Sam pleaded. Staring up into the impassive face of her captor, she was willing to resort to begging. "Please, I won't tell anyone. No one would believe me."  
    Nafarius' jaw clenched at the reminder that not only did she know where they were, she knew what they were.   Determined, he pulled her along behind him.
    Sam redoubled her efforts. Twisting, she tried wrenching her arm free, digging at his fingers with her nails when that didn't work. Throwing herself backwards, she tried knocking him off balance while kicking out with her foot.
    Nafarius was aware of their audience even if she wasn't. Across the room, Roland sat watching, his eyes fierce with hate and anger. Determined, Nafarius let go of the woman just long enough to gather her up into his arms, carrying her to a small alcoves located at the back of the den.
    Sam felt thick bands of steel encircling her, lifting her off her feet and knew that she had lost. There was nothing soft or yielding about the man that held her, nothing in his embrace to offer comfort.  
    She didn't realize she was sobbing until she was dropped on the ground. This isn't happening , she thought, rolling to her side, ignoring the man standing silently behind her and burying her face in her hands.  
    "You will remain in here," Nafarius ordered. Staring down at her, he noted her genuine tears, felt his wolf stir with curiosity. Hardening his heart, he said, "I cannot guarantee your safety, should you stray from this room."
    He waited, not sure what he expected. Getting no answer, he turned and left.

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    It was just a nightmare , she told herself. Hoping to see the top of her tent, Sam opened her eyes. Instead of bright orange nylon, she found the dim light of the alcove. "Shit." Memories of the night before trickled in and she could feel her fear returning. Ruthlessly pushing it aside, Sam was surprised that she had managed