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progress. It didn’t matter how many times Mark told him it wasn’t his fault, that he’ d given the order so he was to blame, Simon didn’t hear it.
    The struggle with his wolf worsened with each passing minute until Simon didn’t know if he could hold him back any longer. He had twenty-four hours to maintain human form and then he would be in the clear. It proved to be the longest, roughest, twenty-four hours of his existence.
    He grit ted his teeth in concentration. I can do this, just a few more steps. Slowly he exited the transport plane to the tarmac. He shook with the effort. He held his human form, but barely, until he was safely in the back seat of his parents’ car. Headed home to the plantation, he lay silently in wolf form.
     
     
    Emma Le Beau took her mate ’s hand as tears slowly tracked down her face. Her baby was suffering,and she couldn’t help him. At least not until she understood it. If anyone could help Simon it would be her. She needed to speak with the spirits and devise a plan to make him whole. She wanted her Simon back, no one said no to Emma when she was determined . .

     
     
    Chapter 3
     
     
    Simon’s Recovery
     
    Simon emerged from the forest as his wolf. Closing his eyes, he raised his head to the warm sun and cooling breeze. It didn’t help, the ache in his chest remained. Opening his eyes, his gaze zeroed in on his personal home. If he concentrated really hard, he could imagine his mate walking along the porch, waiting for him to return. A familiar yearning filled him, the desire for his one true mate. When would he find her? Was she living close by or in another country? He’d found a modicum of peace in shifting and going for long runs. But it didn’t fill his need.
    He was restless; the feeling had hound ed him for a while. There was no understanding it; it just was. Shifting to human, he walked across the expanse of lawn nodding to himself. He was going to do it, he would enlist for a four-year stint today. Perhaps the physical aspects of Marine life and the travel would bring him some peace. If the Goddess was in an especially good mood, he might even meet his mate. He sure wouldn’t find her sitting at home.
    Isaac shook the wolf sleeping on the sofa . “Come on, Simon, you really need to try to be human more. You are shedding like a husky in the summertime.” Isaac sounded exhausted.
    With a start, Simon woke from the dream or should he call it a nightmare ? That fateful decision led to his present condition: every time he attempted to shift to human, it felt like being a hundred feet below the surface of the ocean, he could see a sliver of light but not reach it.
    S omeone stroked his fur in slow rhythmic glides. It felt like heaven and helped slightly but wasn’t enough. At this rate, it would take two years before he could shift back.
    As they say, hindsight is twenty -twenty. If he’d known joining the Marines would be tantamount to a jail cell for a shifter, he would have never enlisted.
    I now understand why we don’t have jails as a system to reform shifters. You can’t lock a shifter away from others and expect a positive outcome. Put a shifter into a cell and he’ll waste away and become lost in his wolf form. Shifter law had two solutions for crimes depending on their severity. For breaking a lesser law: always put your mate before yourself, respect another shifters’ mate, and respect all nonhumans, there was the sentence of blood rights. A brutal and barbaric ritual where the criminal was tied to a stake and the offended party beat him to within an inch of his life.
    For the unforgiveable crimes of exposing shifters to the world or harming another shifter for any reason other than self-defense, the sentence was death.
    The only exception to this simplistic system applied to the royal family, a crime against the royals was death, period.
     
     
    After an hour of attempting to shift, he harrumphed in disappointment. A few weeks had passed and he’d