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for this.” She braced herself with one arm around his neck and gestured to her bandage and dry clothes, trying not to blush at the thought of how she’d ended up in the dry clothes. Without a bra.
    “Glad to help. I’m Marcus, and our silent shadow over there is Jackson. Don’t mind him. He scowls at everyone, even me.”
    Jackson’s scowl deepened, and Marcus grinned. Kirra fought to keep her gaze from slipping below their waists. It had been a long time since she’d been pressed up against a naked man, and she was uncomfortably aware that her body was responding to them. Her nipples tightened and stabbed against the soft material of her tee shirt. Thank goodness it was black. Maybe they wouldn’t notice.
    Regrouping, she focused on Marcus, as he seemed the friendlier of the two. “I’m Kirra Malone.” At least that’s what her new ID said.
    “Hey, Kirra. Care to tell us why the Cats want you so badly?”
    “The Cats? The Cats don’t want me, unless they’re ticked off that I was on their land.”
    “The soldiers, then. Why were they after you?”
    “They think I have something they want,” she said. “How do you know about them?”
    “Oh, we had a run-in with the Cats after we fished you out of the water, and they told us about the soldiers.”
    The way he said “run-in,” she got the feeling they weren’t on the best of terms. Which was probably a good thing, if the Cats had struck a deal with the military and Blackstone. Still, she needed more information before she placed her trust in anyone. Blackstone had a long reach. “Where are we going?”
    “We’re heading to our... home.”
    His hesitation made her brain click into a higher gear, and a few things—like their unashamed nakedness—began to make more sense.
    “What type of shifter are you?” she asked. “You’re not Cats.” They didn’t give off the feral energy the Cats had. No, their energy was smoother, less desperate.
    A slight hitch in his step told her she’d surprised him, but he recovered quickly. “Wolves,” he said. “We’re part of the Half Moon Wolf Pack.”
    “Half Moon?”
    “Yeah, Full Moon was already taken, and our ancestors apparently had no imagination.”
    “Un huh.” She ignored his flirtatious grin with effort. “The soldiers? And the Cats? What happened to them?”
    “The soldiers are dead, and the Cats won’t cross into our territory, so you don’t have to worry about them.”
    That was good news, although it was disturbing how casually he spoke of the soldiers’ deaths. Almost as if they weren’t... human. Which was ironic, considering.
    She ducked her head as they passed under a low-lying branch. “Is your alpha part of the Shifter Council?” Not much was known about shifters, as they regulated themselves, but one well-established fact was that the Shifter Council made all of the laws the shifters lived by and was their main contact with the outside world.
    “Of course. All of the alphas are, even the psychos.”
    “Psychos?”
    He grimaced. “Well, just one psycho, really. A power-hungry, money-grubbing, two-faced weasel with weak-willed saps to follow him.”
    “Ah. Not a fan, I see.”
    Marcus opened his mouth, but Jackson answered before he could. “He causes trouble,” he said in a deep, rumbling voice that fit him perfectly. Like a voice coming out of a mountain.
    Psycho or not, trouble or not, it couldn’t be worse than what she’d left behind. “I need to talk to the council,” she said. “Can you help me?”
    ***
    A human going to a council meeting? The last time that happened, the council had been meeting with representatives of the human government. With the alphas’ enforcers and the human soldiers outnumbering the participants ten to one, the council chamber had been more like a war chamber than one to negotiate a treaty in.
    Marcus stared into Kirra’s wide, expectant eyes, unsure of how to break it to her that an audience his alpha was a stretch, never mind one