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problem.”
    I jerk my chin in the direction of the derelict neighborhood, mouth agape. “You think that's down there?”
    I feel like being a Lycan warrior is plenty enough to bring to the party. Not that a little grizzly back-up hadn't kicked ass , I reflect.
    “No,” Arden replies. “Prehistoric is so rare...”
    “But things have been fucked up from the beginning of this change,” I say almost to myself.
    “There's that . It seems like every time I progress, something comes up to separate Talyn and I.”
    “Like me?” I say in a low voice.
    The tension thickens between us like molasses.
    We square off.
    “I don't have time to fight you now. And as you found out—we're better together than apart. And yeah, in answer to your question, your timing sucked. I could have had Talyn already transitioned if you hadn't come along.”
    I circle him, talons sliding out of my fingertips. I welcome the pain of my half-form. The transition to—wolfen—keeps thoughts at bay. I need to not intellectualize shit right now. I need to be reactive, get to Talyn—and somehow—get rid of Arden in the process.
    His grim face notes my hands. “The enemy's down there, Merck.” He jerks his head in the direction of the forlorn houses below.
    “You know who I trust, Masker?”
    His lips thin.
    “Me.”
    “Then trust your instincts. Do your instincts tell you we want to save Talyn?”
    He's right, of course. Arden's no fool. He understands if he keeps mentioning Talyn, he'll get a stay of execution until she's out of harm's way.
    “Yes,” I finally spit out my answer.
    “Then let's go.”
    I flick a glance at the horizon. Twilight has bruised the sky plum, clouds skittering across the bluish-purple blanket of encroaching night like escaped smoke.
    I don't reply, glancing over my shoulder at the enemy who's my friend.
    For now.
    Arden's eyes reflect back at my challenging stare like coins of icy blue silver in the rushing darkness, his cat form swarming his features like rain sheeting glass.
    “I've masked us.”
    I growl.
    He better have, or they'll smell us already.

9
    Narah
     
    Murph pulls away, his eyes searching mine.
    “Narah, don't tell me the fellas don't know.”
    I inhale deeply—let it out slow. “They don't know.”
    He hisses, his breath whistling between clamped teeth, a sliver of fangs showing. “Awful news, Narah.”
    I press my lips tightly.
    His inky brows come together, once a golden-brown—his appearance having changed so much since I turned him.
    More guilt strikes me like a well-honed weapon.
    I did this.
    Murphy gives my shoulders a soft shake. “No. Don't—I can feel your guilt. This isn't about me.”
    “You were mad at me.”
    Murphy silvered eyes swing heavenward. “Not mad. Rage-inspired.”
    My lips quirk. “Same thing.”
    He shakes his head, a strand of hair breaking loose from his hairband at his nape. “No. Being a vampire, as lovely as I am—” his lips curl, and  my eyes narrow, “takes some getting acquainted with.”
    His gaze meets mine with impunity. A human wouldn't want that silver stare trained on them. It could mean thrall.
    Which could mean everything a human being doesn't want.
    “I wasn't saying you having a babe was the bad news, love. I said that I'm fond of keeping my limbs when Aeslin and Matthews find out you told me before them. They're your mates,” he thumbs his broad chest, made even more so with him being a vamp, “not me.”
    “Can't we just grow arms and legs back if they're plucked off?” I keep a straight face.
    Murph glares. “I'm not keen on finding out. I'm a vampire, not a starfish.”
    I burst out laughing. “You don't care if I catch the bad guys?” I ask, changing the subject.
    Murphy's hands leave my arms. “I love you catching the wankers. I love catching them. However, I don't fancy you getting your pregnant bum beaten.”
    I fold my arms across my narrow chest. “Thanks. You sound like a typical dude. Chicks can't give back what they