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for it. Surprisingly, her wolf senses let her see quite well even though no one had turned on the lights. Moonlight poured in through skylights that dotted the rooflines.
    Belle followed Jarod’s lead when he shifted as the others did. Normally, she was very self-assured and a take-charge kind of woman, but here she was perfectly happy to rely on Jarod. He didn’t have any more experience being a werewolf than she did, but this was obviously a male dominated species. Being assertive and demanding would probably only get them both killed.
    If things weren’t bad enough, every single man in the damned place was eying her up and down, sniffing as if they could smell her even in their human forms. Maybe they could. She hadn’t been wolf long enough to know what new tricks her body could learn.
    A few members of the pack remained in wolf form and continually tried to stick their noses in her crotch. If she made it out of here without killing every last one of them, it would be a damned miracle. Not that she was going to try that hard to restrain herself.
    “Call off the hounds, Blondie,” Jarod growled. One look at him and Belle knew he was in no mood for anything other than instant obedience. She knew it well because it never failed to get her hot. Which wouldn’t help at all in this situation.
    Several of the wolves bared their teeth, snapping at Jarod and trying to separate him from Belle. Jarod was having none of it. He grabbed her upper arm, yanking her to him so hard she knew her arm would sport bruises later.
    “ Now , damn it!”
    The Viking merely shrugged. “You may call me Alpha . Or Snorrasan. We don’t have many women. The pack tends to share, unless the female is able to fend them off. Which she never is.”
    Snorrasan. A Viking name, at that. And he didn’t sound Russian at all. What the hell?
    Jarod stepped in front of her, his hand leaving her arm to find her wrist. He snarled, baring his teeth, obviously ready to defend her.
    Defend. That was something Belle could do. She was a cop. Hand-to-hand combat was something she was equipped to deal with. “You get the dogs,” she said mildly. “I’ll take the dogs masquerading as humans.”
    A couple of the wolves jumped at Jarod then, but he easily knocked them out of the air, his strength seeming to be much greater than it had been before “the incident,” as Belle was beginning to call it. One of the human men made a try for her, but she jabbed at his throat at the same time she kicked out and caught him in the balls. Her attacker dropped like a stone, but she was already readying herself for the next attack.
    “ Stop !” Snorrasan bellowed. No doubt who was the alpha here. The entire pack froze, and the room went deathly quiet. “This is getting us nowhere. If the boy can tame the bitch, he can have her.” The wicked smile and lust-filled eyes told Belle he had something more in mind than her simply giving her word. “But she’ll have to submit here. And in any way I see fit.”
    Well, shit.

Chapter 6
     
    How the fuck they were going to get out of this one, Jarod didn’t know. Even if he were willing to take Belle in front of God and everyone -- which he wasn’t -- there was no way in hell Belle would allow it. Their only choice was to fight their way out and hope their newfound resilience stood them in good stead.
    “Jarod’s my mate,” Belle spat. “He’s man enough to claim me -- and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep me, too.”
    Blondie sneered. “Jarod, is it? I knew your Sire. I smell his stench on you. Both of you.”
    “Then you know more about him than I do. Closest I ever got to that bastard was the muzzle of my gun down his throat.”
    Blondie’s sneer turned shrewd. “If that’s true, you may earn a place in my pack. If you can learn to behave. Your Sire’s done you no favors. You’ve a lot to learn, and you better learn it fast. I am Alpha. My word is law. If I tell you to get down on your belly and crawl, you