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while letting the cops know she was legal and not really Gary’s kid.
    Abigail nodded.
    “Let him go,” the cop told Luke.
    Unless he wanted to create more of a scene, Luke had no choice. He squeezed a little tighter before complying.
    “Where’s Libby?” Abigail asked. “What happened with Mama?”
    “Inside.” Gary rubbed the arm Luke had manipulated.
    Abigail ducked as she passed Gary, but she went inside. Luke started to follow, but Gary stepped in front of him. “I don’t ever want to see your face again,” he said, before following Abigail inside. The door slammed.
    Again, Luke had no option. He turned to the cops. “You know he’s going to hit her again.”
    The cop shrugged. “If she won’t press charges, there’s nothing we can do.”
    “What about her kid sister? Isn’t that child endangerment?” Luke had heard cops didn’t like domestic violence calls, but not liking something didn’t mean you didn’t do your job.
    “Stay out of it,” the cop advised Luke. He turned and walked to his cruiser. He climbed in, but he didn’t drive off.
    Luke picked up Abigail’s guitar and carried it to the porch. He hoped no one would steal it. The poor kid probably didn’t have a lot. He’d hate for her to lose her instrument.
    He waved as he walked past the cop.
    Abigail wasn’t his problem. He got that. But he couldn’t shake the feeling gripping him. The cop car followed as Luke walked to his truck. Followed as Luke drove out of the neighborhood. Finally, when Luke was on the road leading to Loup Garou, the cop car vanished.
    But Luke’s erection was back.

Chapter 3
    Everyone was at Granny Omega’s seventieth birthday bash.
    Luke very nearly didn’t make it. About an hour before the party was to start, sharp, stabbing abdominal pains had him doubled over and gasping for breath. The mysterious malady vanished barely in time for him to head over to the town lodge, where the festivities were taking place.
    Tokarz de Lobo Garnier—Toke Lobo to his country music fans—the pack alpha, sang a solo for the old woman.
    What a change a couple of generations made. Luke’s grandfather had been demoted in status—busted all the way down to the lowest of the low—because his mate, the woman chosen for him by the Ancient Ones, was human. As if Gramps had any say in the matter. Seven generations. If Luke ever found his mate, his great-great grandchildren might be restored to their original delta status. Nothing Luke would be alive to see.
    Since Tokarz had mated with Delilah Tenney, a human female, the curse on the Omegas smacked of hypocrisy.
    And Luke had to contend with being one quarter human. He liked to believe it gave him an edge when it came to technology. Most werewolves were inept, whereas he had a natural ease with a computer keyboard. As a youngster, he’d been shunned by most werewolves his age. His father’s sister had introduced him to the Internet and given him a purpose as well as something to fill his lonely days. His human grandmother had sent him for drum lessons from her brother in Oak Moon.
    The pack loved Granny Omega, despite her full-blooded human state. She’d proven to be a worthy werewolf mate. She could hold her own with lycan monthly mood. And she was a great midwife.
    Luke was talking to Ethan, bassist for Toke Lobo and the Pack, when the door of the lodge slammed open. Tokarz and Restin, the pack beta, hurried to intercept the interloper.
    “Where the hell is he?” the intruder yelled.
    Luke froze. He recognized that voice. He made his way through the startled guests until he could visually confirm what his gut already knew. But his gaze slid past Gary Porter to the girl in his grip.
    The growl in Luke’s throat warned the others to move out of the way as he launched himself at Gary. He was going to kill him, the way he should have on the night he’d met Abigail. Whose arms bore bruises. As did her face.
    Luke was going to kill the scat eater.
    Restin caught him first.