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her had been a shock to her system, one that had eventually turned her body into a languid puddle when Dorin kissed her. Nobody had ever kissed her the way Dorin had. She found herself wondering how Nikolas would kiss her if he took his time, unlike the frantic kiss he’d given her in her bedroom.
    Her fingers threaded through his thick fur as she imagined it. He would consume her completely, she knew. He was a powerful man, one who obviously didn’t like having his wishes ignored. He wouldn’t allow her to lead the kiss. He would force her to submit to him. His body, his every essence, would surround her, offering no hope of escape. He would be brutal in his assault, only releasing her when he was satisfied and not a moment sooner.
    Rianne was jerked from her thoughts when Dorin came to a sudden stop, his entire body stiffening as he sniffed the air. Nikolas’s body rumbled between her legs as he, too, lifted his snout to the wind. Rianne shivered as she waited for one of them to give her some indication of what was happening.
    She didn’t have long to wait as Nikolas came up on his hind legs, forcing her down his body. She gave a yelp of outraged surprise as she landed in the snow. Not a moment later, his massive body covered hers, his fur acting as a camouflage as Dorin disappeared behind the trees.
    Terrified and uncertain, she tried to control her shivering as the snow seeped into her clothing. Nikolas scanned the area around them, his animal senses telling him things she couldn’t detect with her inferior human ones.
    Dorin reappeared after just a few moments, followed by at least twelve more wolves, all of them between shades of gray and white. Dorin walked forward, shifting back to human before her eyes, fully clothed. He flashed her a reassuring smile as he continued toward her and Nikolas.
    “It’s all right, Rianne. You’re safe,” Dorin assured her.
    A subtle shift above her let her know Nikolas had returned to his human form as well. Almost instantly, he had her in his arms, her colder body huddling into his for warmth.
    “Kesring, report,” Nikolas barked, his harsh voice startling her.
    Rianne watched as one of the wolves, this one a lighter gray than Dorin, stepped forward, making the shift to man flawlessly. He was dressed in clothing that reminded her of the historic romance novels displayed in her living room. The shirt he wore was well made but simple, a dark-forest color that made his golden and mint-green eyes pop. As he walked forward, he shoved his sandy-colored hair out of his face, revealing a playful smile as he bowed to Nikolas.
    “Sir. Highness. We were sent by the Majesties and the High Priestess of the Order of Witches to accompany you back to the palace. The witch was most eager for your arrival,” Kesring explained, bowing to Nikolas and Dorin in turn.
    “Return to the palace and inform them we will be arriving by nightfall. Tell the servants to have a bath and supper prepared for our mate upon our arrival,” Nikolas instructed.
    “Yes, sir,” Kesring said, bowing once more before he shifted again and returned the way he had come.
    “Palace?” Rianne questioned, looking between the two men with her.
    “Yes, danalya . It is our home and will soon be yours,” Dorin told her.
    “I told you Dorin was of royal blood. He is actually the only heir to the throne. His parents wish to step down and spend the remainder of their lives quietly. Dorin cannot take the throne until he finds his third, a female to carry on the royal blood,” Nikolas explained as he began to follow the pack of wolves through the trees.
    “And now that has happened. My parents will be free to step down and the three of us will rule together,” Dorin continued, smiling happily.
    Rianne didn’t bother to tell Dorin that she probably wouldn’t be sticking around long enough for that to happen. Part of her couldn’t believe this place was real, that shifters actually existed. The other half of her was