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tone.
    “Just give him five more minutes,” Gemma pleaded. She knew Carson was anxious about going out as the wolf. She was too.
    And she knew that he was more worried about Aaron than he let on. Aaron wasn’t the only thing either; Carson worried about all of his friends joining him in this dangerous situation.
    He was conflicted for wanting them all to be there; there was safety in numbers, but also more opportunities for accidents. By asking them along, Carson knew he was risking their lives.
    “Fine, five minutes. Not a second more,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. Carson wasn’t well-renowned for his patience. His anxious nerves certainly didn’t help matters.
    As the sun dipped below the horizon, the Florida air came alive with the sound of mosquitoes buzzing, cicadas singing and the occasional cricket chirp. The constant hum of activity just outside the window only made Carson more eager to get out there.
    Gemma pulled Carson away from the window.
    “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked.
    “It’s just like neighborhood watch, it’s not a big deal.”
    She placed her hands on her hips with an exasperated glare, “Most neighborhood watches don’t have to contend with shadow monsters and magic addictions.”
    He kissed her pout until it disappeared and she was left grinning despite herself.
    “Have no fear! I’m here!” Aaron announced himself as he walked through the door.
    “About time you showed up,” Carson said.
    “And you didn’t bring your usual cloud of fumes,” Ty added.
    The delicate muscles in Aaron’s jaw twitched.
    “I just came to help. Can we lay off?”
    Carson nodded and said “Okay.”
    Ty didn’t say anything for a few minutes until Carson turned his steely blue gaze on him.
    “Fine,” he grumbled.
    Dez nodded and relaxed his shoulders.
    “What’s the plan?” Aaron asked, laying out an arsenal of guns and knives on the table in front of them.
    Gemma inhaled a breath and took a step back from the table. She’d never been so close to a gun in the wild. She’d seen them on Police Officers and the like, but this was somehow different.
    “What’s all this for? We’re just patrolling,” said Trick.
    “Better safe than sorry, in my mind,” answered Aaron.
    “We won’t need all of this,” said Carson.
    “Besides, they wouldn’t work,” Ty added.
    “Why not?” Aaron asked defensively. It wasn’t clear to who he addressed the question.
    “Alina knows of a special weapon we can use. I’m working on making some, but they take a while.”
    “So, because of something she said, you’re going out there unarmed?” Aaron asked, his temper flaring again.
    Out of the corner of his eye, Aaron saw Desmond tense again. His swollen eye and bruised face reminded him that he didn’t want to suggest Alina was anything other than perfectly pure.
    “We’re not unarmed,” said Carson, “I’m your weapon.”
    Aaron laughed and clapped a hand on Carson’s shoulder.
    “I love you buddy, but having this will make me feel a lot better,” he said tucking a handgun into the holster at his waist. His t-shirt hid it from view and Gemma couldn’t help but wonder how many people on  the streets hid their firearms in the same way. It was an unsettling though.
    “We’re just going to take a stroll around the neighborhood, keep an eye out for any weird stuff. If I happen to run across a shadow, I’ll dispatch of it,” said Carson.
    Aaron nodded, but didn’t remove his gun. Nearly a decade in the military taught him better than that.
    He noticed that Izzy wasn’t anywhere to be seen. He wondered if that was because of him.
    Who was he kidding? Of course it was because of him. He had treated her horribly.
    Still, he’d tried to explain everything to her. Was it his fault if she didn’t want to listen to him?
    Gemma took Carson into her bedroom and kissed him as he laid down in her bed.
    In a few moments, Gemma and the wolf emerged.
    “I’m never going to