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if we’d been together in the last month. It’s been four months since I got the hell away from him.” Partial truth.
    His nostrils flared. Smell a lie . . .
    “I’m telling you the truth.” If she said it, maybe he’d buy it. “You’re in danger, your pack’s in danger and—”
    “We’ll see.” His hand lowered and snagged her wrist. “I think a little test is in order.” He pulled her with him.
    What? A test? “Lucas—”
    But he didn’t stop. His grip was freaking unbreakable, because she really did try every way possible to break it. He led her through the house, dragged her outside, hauled her down the hill—and ignored her shouts to explain what the hell he was doing.
    When they burst through the brush and into the small clearing and four wolves—huge, furry beasts with saliva dripping from their teeth—lunged toward them, Sarah finally understood her little “test.”
    The wolves circled them. She couldn’t help it. Sarah inched closer to Lucas. Two of the wolves were black. Two were solid white. All looked like they’d been taking some kind of shifter steroids. Way too large for normal wolves. She swallowed.
    “Let’s see what part of your story was true,” Lucas said, “and what part was bullshit.”
    He freed her wrist. Then the guy stepped away from her. Far away. He left her in the middle of that circle of wolves and the animals closed in.
     
    “The bitch made contact with Simone.”
    The coyote leader lifted his brows at that. “So she’s dead?” Good. One less worry for him. Of course, picking up the bounty on her head would have been a nice bonus, and killing her would have given them a good in with the other wolves but . . .
    The coyote shifter in front of him raised his head, and the guy’s thick, dirty brown hair scraped across his shoulders. “Simone didn’t kill her,” Marcus DePaul confessed.
    Very, very slowly, Jess Ortez lowered the shot glass he’d lifted to his mouth. “He didn’t kill her,” he repeated softly. “You didn’t kill her . . . so what the fuck happened to Sarah King?”
    “Sh-she’s under his protection. They were together. I-I followed ’em to the park, tried to get her—”
    Oh, shit. His head began to throb. “You weren’t stupid enough to attack when Lucas Simone was there.”
    But the idiot’s trembling lips told him that, yes, he had been. Fuck. The glass started to crack. “We’ve got a truce with him!” He threw the glass back over the bar.
    “But Alpha, I thought you wanted—”
    Jess lunged forward and caught the shifter’s head in his hands. He stared into Marcus’s eyes. “Don’t think.” One twist, that’s all it would take and he’d snap the wiry bastard’s neck. “You’re not supposed to think. You’re just supposed to do whatever the hell I tell you.”
    That was the whole point in being the coyote alpha, right? He gave the orders, all the other bastards rushed to obey, and if they didn’t rush fast enough, he killed them.
    Sweat trickled down the dumb bastard’s face. “P-please . . .”
    “Does Lucas know I’m here?”
    “I don’t th-think—”
    His fingers tightened.
    “No! He just—he must have figured we were just hunting! Said if he saw me or Grimes again, we were dead.”
    Not as bad as it could be, but still . . . now the wolf would be on guard and if that bitch managed to get him to believe her story . . .
    Screwed.
    He drew in a long, slow breath. “Guess what?” he murmured.
    Marcus blinked his watery eyes. “Wh-what?”
    “You are dead.” His hands yanked hard to the right.
    Snap.
     
    Lucas watched the wolves close in on her, and he crossed his arms over his chest. And waited.
    Sarah stood in the middle of that tight circle, her body tense, her hands fisted at her sides. Her gaze darted from wolf to wolf, and the scent of sweat and fear teased his nose.
    Again, the smell of fear didn’t tempt his wolf. But, it did have the beast inside snarling . . . and damn if he didn’t want