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of suck.
    “And ours,” said Dora. “Let me discuss it with Dirk and I’ll let you know in the morning.”
    “Sounds like a plan.”

Chapter 3
    The next morning after receiving Dirk’s approval, Rave sat looking over maps in Dora’s clinic. “Good, we can leave as early as Wednesday.”
    “In two days?” Dora frowned. “Not to dampen your enthusiasm, but after me, you’re the most wanted fugitive within the Benandanti werewolf community.”
    The Benandanti werewolves killed witches above all else, but she had a point. The day she stole their bloodstone they used to locate witches was the day she ascended to number one on their hit list. “Nah, the Holy Hounds of God Benandanti have better things to do than hunt me. I heard they are recruiting surviving humans to spread their religion, not to mention combating zombies.”
    “Remember they have helicopters, planes and hunters such as the alpha, Maddox. Dirk says if anyone can beat his reputation as a hunter, it’s Maddox.”
    Rave quirked a mischievous smile. “He is hot.”
    “Really?” Dora chuckled. “I can’t imagine anyone hotter than my bossy redheaded alpha.”
    “Oh, but you’ve never seen him. All muscle and as tall as Dirk. He’s a dead ringer for David Beckham.”
    “Who?”
    “Are you for real? He’s only England’s greatest athlete married to a Spice girl. He was once the hottest soccer player. He retired years ago.” She scrunched her face. “I hope he didn’t turn zombie.”
    “Oh, now I remember. Underwear commercials, right?”
    Rave smiled. “That’s him; only imagine him on werewolf steroids. That’s Maddox. The minute I saw him at the last Mythos Consortium meeting I thought, oh yeah, yummy. And I’m pretty sure he was into me, too.”
    Dora laughed. “All men think you’re hot. Why wouldn’t he?”
    The way his face had flushed crimson when their eyes met caught her attention more than any other male, human, raven or werewolf ever had. “It was more of a hate-lust reaction. During dinner, I overheard werewolves chuckle about Maddox’s aroused scent toward me.” Rave snorted. “You can’t hide much from a werewolf’s sense of smell. Point in fact, I’m used to men gawking at me, but his reaction was over the top.”
    “What, did he growl at you?”
    “Just about. During the entire meal, Maddox’s handsome face glowered.” She purred. “He was so irresistible. I mean who can resist a tormented surly warrior?” Rave had an urge to run her fingers through his thick blond hair, and kiss his corded neck. Even now, the memory of the hot werewolf was powerful and the hair on her arms rose. “Whenever I gave him a fleeting glance, he reddened and tightened his fists.” Rave sagged against the chair. “He probably thought I was the devil’s temptress. When a male guest kissed my hand in introduction, Maddox abruptly stormed out. So much for my game of flirting with him. Apparently, he turned wolf and dashed into the forest.”
    “Not even you could seduce a pious Benandanti.”
    Rave shrugged. “You’re probably right. Maddox, a holy Templar, took a vow of celibacy. At least until he finds a mate.”
    Dora raised a brow. “Werewolves and celibacy don’t belong in the same sentence.”
    “Tell me about it. Since the first crusades, a few select Benandanti Templar knights refrained from all sex, devoting their lives to hunt the Kindred.”
    “I can’t imagine Dirk going without sex for more than a couple days and even that would be a stretch.”
    Rave scoffed. “Lucky you.”
    Dora raised her eyebrows. “How old is he?”
    “Twenty-nine.”
    “No way he’s still a virgin. Maybe he’s found a mate?”
    Rave’s heart tightened. “Actually, word is Maddox killed all the Kindred of England and has recently returned. He is out for revenge against Jaeger. Apparently, the Kindred killed the woman he’d planned to take as a mate.”
    “That’s sad.”
    “I don’t believe she was his soul mate.”