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you fit into all this? Why are they after you ?”
    “Because I know the attack isn’t just coming from the coyotes.” Bad enough, but . . . “Hayden is working with wolves—they are coming for you, too.” Wolves she knew. Wolves she’d trusted, once.
    Then she’d seen their true nature.
    “A war is coming to this town, Lucas. You’re going to get slammed from both sides.” This time, she sucked in a deep, gulping breath. Confession. “I know the wolf who’s leading the charge.”
    “Know him?”
    Not going to lie. A lie wouldn’t work with him. She stepped away from the stairs and headed closer to him. “He was my lover.” He’d also used her to spy. At first, she hadn’t minded. Not like spying was new for her. Besides, she’d been so happy to find someone who didn’t think she was some kind of freak.
    And he’d been a wolf. It had seemed so perfect. As if he were made for her.
    Then the killings had started.
    She’d realized he wasn’t so perfect after all.
    Sarah had gotten away from him, barely, but he was out there, and closing in—on her and Lucas.
    “ Your lover.” A growl. “You like to play with wolves, do you?”
    Sarah kept her chin up even as her hands clenched into fists. “John died trying to save your ass.”
    Black brows rose. “Sounds like he died trying to save his own ass.” He walked around her, circling like the wolf he was as he closed in on his prey. His gaze raked her, head to toe, lingering a bit too long on her breasts and hips.
    Sarah was all too aware that they were alone and that Lucas could rip her apart with one swipe of his claws. She knew first-hand just how strong a wolf shifter’s claws could be. The mark on her back had only healed a few weeks ago.
    He circled her once more, then stopped just behind her. His breath stirred the hair near her ear as he said, “Tell me the wolf’s name.”
    Not yet. Because wolves had a tendency to stick together, and she didn’t want to find herself on the outside, with two packs sizing her up. “Do you believe me?”
    “I believe you’ve managed to piss off the coyotes.”
    Not close to being good enough. She turned her head a bit and met his stare. “I’m a charmer. I can read the minds of wolves.”
    “Then read my mind.” A taunt, one laced with sensual menace.
    Her eyes narrowed. “I can’t read you when you’re in human form, you have to shift first.”
    “I’ve heard there are only a handful of charmers in the world who can read a shifter’s mind.” The doubt was obvious. “Most charmers stick to real animals.”
    “Shifters are real animals.” The insult burst out automatically, but she’d seen too much to think otherwise.
    His lips curled, revealing the sharp tips of his canines. “That we are.” He leaned closer and she caught the soft inhale as he scented her hair.
    Sarah held her body very, very still as his mouth came close to her throat. His lips feathered over her, pressing lightly against the side of her neck.
    If he wanted, he could rip her throat open. But she knew what this move was about. Damn pack rules.
    Dominance. Submission. Lucas was the freaking alpha, her only hope for living out the next forty-eight hours. So she had to play the game.
    Sarah tipped back her head, baring her throat in a gesture she knew he’d understand.
    A rumble slipped from his mouth and seemed to vibrate on her skin. She felt the light nip of his teeth, and, damn it all, a shot of heat streaked through her body. Can’t want him. Can’t trust him. Can only use him and walk away.
    His tongue swiped over her throat, licking the small wound. “His scent’s not on you.”
    It took a second for his words to register, a second too long, because Lucas caught her arms and yanked her around to face him.
    He bent toward her, bringing his eyes close to hers. “Babe, I know wolf shifters. If we’re fucking, we’re marking our partners. If you had a wolf lover, his scent would be all over you.”
    Bastard. “Only