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you have caused? We have been looking for you for fifteen years,” he told her in a deceptively soft voice, stroking her long black hair with his free hand.
    “Let go, Tommy. I’m no longer part of the pack.”
    “You’re always part of us; no one leaves unless they’re dead.”
    “Let her go!” Amber ordered in a small, but strong voice from the corner where she stood, momentarily forgotten. She saw the look of dread cross her mother’s face. When Tommy turned his head to glare at Amber, Winona mouthed for her to run.
    To her surprise, the man burst out laughing. Amber stood with a small hand gun pointed at him. “You think you can hurt me with that?” he asked flippantly, tightening his hold on Winona’s hand, causing her to wince in pain.
    “No, but I can.” A deeper voice said from the other side of the bar. Byron had sensed the strange wolves the moment they entered his bar. Even though he was a werewolf, he enjoyed hunting as a human, the bow and arrow was the closest, easiest thing for him to grab. Plus, he was an excellent shot. The arrow would pierce the other werewolf’s heart. Take out the leader and the pack was less likely to attack. Byron stood in the doorway with the arrow aimed straight at Tommy’s chest.
    “Let’s see here. You have a little girl with a pea shooter and one man with a bow and arrow aimed at five of us?” He laughed mockingly, motioning towards his men, who had not budged from their bar stools.
    “One is all it takes to kill you.” Byron responded calmly, his hand holding the arrow steady.
    Tommy laughed again, but dropped Winona’s hand. Holding his hands up at shoulder level, he stood and knocked the bar stool over. “Boys, don’t think we’re wanted here.” He began to reach for his pocket, but stopped when Byron growled.
    “Don’t move a muscle.” Byron snarled menacingly.
    “I’m just trying to pay for the drinks, man,” Tommy informed him, raising his hand back up and away from his body.
    “Drinks are on the house. Safe travels out of my territory.”
    Tommy raised his eyebrows as he sniffed the air and frowned in Winona’s, then Amber’s, direction. Amber saw the realization hit him that the werewolf he had smelled was not only Winona, but that of another pack. He had been so focused on Winona that he had completely ignored the smell of another male wolf.
    Byron drew the string back a notch further, “Keep your hands and nose from my wife and daughter.”
    Tommy growled whipping his head around. “We don’t mix pack blood and we don’t produce mutts!” he exclaimed, glaring at Winona, noticing the ring on the finger of her left hand for the first time.
    “Just leave.” Winona ordered wearily, grabbing the counter for support. Tommy began backing away. The other men followed suit, heading quietly towards the door. They kept their eyes on Byron and his arrow following their progress.
    “This is not over, babe,” Tommy growled and shoved hard at the door, banging it against the outside wall, breaking the glass pane in the process. He turned and stomped through the opening. Shouting angrily for the men to get in, he slammed the door to his truck and started it. The king cab pickup tore out of the parking lot, fishtailing, gravel flying and tires squalling when they hit the pavement.
    Byron lowered the bow when he saw that the men were in the truck and actually leaving. He breathed a sigh of relief, pulling Winona to him. Amber ran to them, her body trembled from the mixture of adrenaline and fear. Byron reached for the pistol she held shakily at her side. Amber watched as her mother looked at Byron with terrified eyes. Winona was too frazzled to ask Amber how she had gotten the gun.
    “We have to get out of here now!” She exclaimed through frightened tears. “They will come back.”
    “They have to respect pack law. This is my territory and they were asked to leave.”
    Winona shook her head. Pulling Amber tightly to her she stated adamantly,