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Tokarz put his big body between Luke and Gary. “Can I help you with something?”
    Luke didn’t need the pack alpha getting in his business. Except Abigail wasn’t his business. Not really. Oh, he’d thought about her with a great deal of fondness—and a little lust—over the past three months, but he always immersed himself in something to drive her from his brain.
    “You little shit.” Gary’s gaze landed on Luke. He swung Abigail around.
    Restin tightened his grip on Luke’s arm, nearly ripping it from its socket as Luke lunged toward Gary again. Red haze filmed over his vision.
    “That one.” Gary’s lip curled.
    How could Tokarz stand there listening so calmly when the man had clearly been hitting Abigail?
    “He knocked her up.”
    If Luke thought the lodge had been quiet when Gary burst in, that silence was nothing compared to the hush now filling even the cracks in the floor.
    “What?” Tokarz’s tone was sharp. Cutting. Precise. Like a filet knife.
    “My stepdaughter is pregnant, and your drummer is responsible.”
    Every eye in the place turned to Luke. The accusation barely registered. His father and grandfather appeared from wherever they’d been socializing. “Luke?” his father asked.
    “He hit her again,” Luke snarled, still struggling against Restin’s grip.
    “You mated?” his grandfather asked.
    “What?” Luke shook his head, trying to focus. His rage didn’t recede. “ No. ” No. He’d . . . fucked her. Abigail. They’d had a good time together. They weren’t mates . She was . . . human. He was lycan.
    He wouldn’t mind humping her again.
    “Is there a chance the baby is yours?” his father asked.
    Restin tightened his grip on Luke’s arm.
    “No.” Could it be possible? “Maybe.” He’d tried his black market meds again, but the pills hadn’t worked. He figured it was like other human disorders—get it once, develop immunity.
    His father shook his head.
    “Let go of the girl,” Tokarz told Gary. Luke wasn’t so crazed that he didn’t notice the subtle shifting of position among the males in the room.
    “What is your drummer going to do about his bastard?”
    Luke lunged, not caring about his or Restin’s arm, but Restin stopped him mere inches short of Gary.
    “If she’s pregnant by Luke, he’ll make it right,” Tokarz said.
    No one argued with Tokarz. Even though the inhabitants of Oak Moon didn’t know Loup Garou was a community of werewolves, the residents recognized Tokarz’s inherent authority. “Now let go of the girl.”
    “How?” Gary’s upper lip curled into a snarl. “How will he make it right?”
    The first thing to make right was Gary’s death. Hitting women was an abomination. “Let go of Abigail,” Luke snapped, “or I’ll chew off your hand, bone by bone.”
    His father put a warning hand on his arm.
    “Yes,” Tokarz agreed. “Last warning. Let go of the girl.”
    Abigail stumbled as Gary released her. Luke tried to spring forward to help her, but Restin only tightened his grip.
    “Now get out,” Tokarz told Gary.
    Gary opened his mouth, as if to argue, but then appeared to remember who owned the brewery that cut his paycheck. He lowered his chin. Nostrils flared. “She’s nothing but a slut anyway.”
    Fresh rage gave Luke enough strength to tear free of Restin, but someone tackled him before he could get to Gary, who stalked out of the lodge, slamming the door behind him.
    Luke turned his gaze to Abigail. She hunched her shoulders and lowered her chin. She wasn’t wearing a pretty valentine of a dress this cool autumn evening. Loose jeans and a baggy gray sweater hid the curves that had enthralled him three months earlier.
    “You told me you had the mumps,” she said, her voice low and shaking. “You told me you’d show my songs to Toke Lobo and call me.” Something glittered in her eyes, turning what had once been pretty into something reflecting ugliness.
    “You mated this woman, then abandoned her?” Tokarz