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haven’t been in the woods or rather I haven’t,” he said excluding me from the demon category.
     
    Chris looked at his people in turn.  A few shrugged.  There were six in all.  Three girls and three guys who were are all mated.  Weird for teenagers to be mated, but the shifter clan was different.  This group had open relationships under Chris’s youthful leadership.  From what Flynn told me, the guy felt they were too young to be tied to their betrothed forever.  When Flynn and Tamera, Chris’s sister, locked eyes with each other, I wasn’t the least bit surprised.
     
    I didn’t remember all their names, but things looked serious. I didn’t bother with pleasantries.
     
    Tamera glared at her brother. “I told you.  I know his scent.”
     
    A tall boy, who stood next to her, glowered.  That must be her mate or betrothed, whatever.  The guy didn’t seem to be on board with the whole open relationship thing.
     
    Not feeling like a confrontation between Flynn and the guy, I hopped over the rail of the porch and down to where they stood.  The diversion worked and all eyes were cast on me.  “Look, I’ll go check,” I offered.  Getting away from here held a lot of appeal.
     
    Chris tilted his head in assent and said, “We’ll continue to head east.” He pointed in the direction past the house opposite where I was facing.  “I don’t think whatever it is, is still back that way but you're welcome to check.”
     
    Turning back to Flynn, I said, “Hang here in case the girls show up.”
     
    Flynn eye’s held a hint of reservation.  But I knew he wouldn’t say anything in front of the pack that would suggest I was too weak in any way to go by myself.
     
    Happy to be free of the upcoming events with the Luca sisters, I moved into the woods at a dead run stretching my legs after a long car ride.  My head barely buzzed from the alcohol, but I could feel its properties wearing off quickly as I moved across the forest floor.
     
    I didn’t have the nose of a wolf, but my sense of smell was much better than your average human.  So far, I didn’t smell anything that didn’t belong.  It wasn’t like I knew the smell of demons verses a human, but I was looking for something not native to these woods.
     
    It wasn’t until I passed the old camp site that something different caught my attention.  Coming to a full stop, I scented the air.  It was a sharp metallic scent that gave me pause.  Blood.  Somewhere, not too far.  This time, I walked not ran trying to be the bloodhound I wasn’t.  There was a breeze and I didn’t know how far that scent had been carried. 
     
    Between looking at the ground and scenting the air, I finally saw where the blood was coming from.  Moving quickly, I was soon kneeling on the firm earth where an unconscious girl lay.  Her body looked broken. She was bleeding from a wound somewhere in her hair from what I could tell.  There were no visible wounds, yet she was bleeding.  Her golden locks were streaked with the stuff, turning some of her hair dark in the choking light that peeked through the trees.
     
    Not knowing her injuries, I looked over her body quickly and clinically.  Her top which hugged her waist and left an inch of creamy skin bare looked unmarred.  Her jeans didn’t look torn either and leaving the skin they were painted on covered.  I could have felt around for injuries but that just seemed wrong.  No blood, I had to assume she was fine there.
     
    However, I did feel her wrist for a pulse and found one.  Lowering my head, I checked her breathing and she was.  After pulling a few leaves from her hair, I scooped her up in my arms.  If I thought the movement might wake her, I would have been wrong.  She was limp and almost lifeless in my arms.
     
    Moving with a burst of speed, I covered the distance between trees and brush, leaping over fallen branches and snapping twigs along the way.  If I didn’t have a helpless girl in my