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know that werewolves only mate with other werewolves, right?”
    “Sure. Tell that to Rylie.”
    “Let me show you something, Abel,” Cain said. “I have some pictures. Do you like pictures?” He stood up, and Abel craned around to snap at him. Unfortunately, Cain stayed just out of reach.
    He ducked into the mobile home and returned a moment later with a camera.
    Cain turned it on and clicked through some of the pictures.
    “Funny thing about children fathered by a werewolf, like I was—we’re completely in control of our wolves and don’t have to change on the moons. Which means that I could watch what everyone else was doing at the sanctuary.”
    He angled the camera. Abel recognized the two wolves in the picture, even though the quality wasn’t very good. There were only so many sleek golden wolves that ran around the Gresham sanctuary with hulking, black-furred werewolves.
    The first picture was of the two of them fighting. Judging by the color of the sky, it must have been the night of the awful barn fire.
    Cain clicked through a few more. He stopped on a picture by the pond. Abel wasn’t sure what he was looking at for a moment, and then it dawned.
    He and Rylie had been mating on the nights they transformed.
    His mind raced as he tried to remember the last time that he had seen her change into a werewolf. She had changed several times after that particular night—but he was pretty sure that she hadn’t shifted since the night that they kissed. Which was long enough for her to get, and stay, pregnant.
    Abel remembered how right, how normal , it had felt to push Rylie against the wall of his bedroom and claim her lips with his.
    It was because he had already claimed her before.
    Abel’s mouth hung open as Cain moved back, turning the camera off.
    “It’s convenient,” Cain said. “It means I don’t have to lower myself to breeding with a human woman. Rylie’s child will share Eleanor’s genetics, which means my genetics. And they’ll be born like I am: pure. It saved her life, at least for now.” He gave a thin smile, but it wasn’t a happy one. “I can’t wait to meet my nephew.”
    Cain drove the fork into Abel’s side one more time, and left him groaning on the ground. The screen door whined shut behind him.
    Abel couldn’t heal around the foreign body, and the pain burned through his bones. Yet that didn’t bother him so much as the news he had just heard.
    Rylie was pregnant with Abel’s baby.

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    Necromancy
    “How are you feeling?” Seth asked, stroking a hand down Rylie’s side.
    They were in bed together at the Gresham Ranch after a long day of arrangements, from flowers to the marriage license and picking a dress, and Rylie was exhausted. She thought that she could sleep for weeks if given the opportunity.
    But there wouldn’t be enough time for that. Sunday was just two days away now. The vendors were already beginning to deliver their decorations, and she still had a million other things to prepare, too.
    “I feel good,” she lied, snuggling under his arm. “All this planning is kind of making me go out of my mind, though.”
    He kissed the top of her head. “It’ll be over soon. And then you’ll be Mrs. Rylie Wilder.”
    She tried the sound of that name aloud. “Rylie Wilder. I like it.”
    They rested together for a few silent minutes, and Rylie felt herself beginning to drift off to the sound of Seth’s heartbeat. But she woke right up again the next time he spoke.
    “I asked Yasir to be my best man.”
    Her eyes opened. “Yasir? Really?”
    Seth didn’t look at her. His gaze was focused on the ceiling. “He’s been a good friend to me.”
    “But what about Abel?”
    He finally looked at her, and it almost looked like pity in his eyes. “There are two big problems with that. First of all, we don’t even know where he is. He hasn’t called, he hasn’t left us a note…”
    The reminder stung. Rylie burrowed her face in Seth’s shoulder. “And