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with himself when he saw nearly every one had hit the target. Already, he could feel some of the tension leaving his body. There was nothing like having a gun in his hand and firing it off to make him feel like he had some control back in his life.
    Gregg gave a little smirk. “That’s not too bad.”
    John gaped at him. “What do you mean? I hit nearly every target dead-on. If you think you can do better, prove it.”
    Gregg traded places with John and assumed a shooting stance. Then without even taking a breath, Gregg quickly let out a volley of shots. As the smoke cleared, John was stunned to see that Gregg had hit every single target dead center.
    A good-looking guy who could shoot and had a smartass mouth—John was getting hard on the spot. He’d never been so turned on in his entire life. All he wanted to do was pin Gregg down, rub himself all over the Hawk, then screw him senseless. Afterward, John wanted to take Gregg and hide away from the rest of the world. That way nobody but John could ever touch him again.
    Now where had that thought come from? John hadn’t exactly been a whore, but all he’d ever been interested in before were quick hookups. He was lucky if they even exchanged names, let alone phone numbers. It was so much easier that way. Nobody got too attached or hurt. So what was it about this Hawk that was so different?
    “How did you learn to shoot like that?” John asked, in awe.
    “Like I said, I have a personal vendetta against the Ravens, so I want to make sure I can take out as many as possible.”
    The words sounded so bitter to John he actually took a step back. But then again, after what Gregg had told him about the Ravens and their actions against his family, he guessed the guy was due some hate. While John had never seen one of these Ravens for himself, they seemed like something from nightmares. That didn’t stop John from giving Gregg a bit of advice, though.
    “You let that hate keep building up like that, it will eat you up inside,” he said.
    Gregg gave him a sideways glance. “You know what I was doing yesterday?”
    “No.”
    “I was at a feline home, helping clean up dead bodies. The Ravens had gone in and slaughtered the whole family. That family hadn’t done anything to the Ravens. Their only sin was that they were felines. It’s hard to let go of hate when the Ravens keep throwing gasoline on the fire.”
    John let out a sigh. He hated to admit it, but Gregg did have a point there. Even while living as a human, he’d heard the horror stories of what the Ravens were capable of. That’s why the human population hated all shifters in general. They didn’t take the time to differentiate one breed from another. If you could change into an animal, then you were bad and that was final, no questions asked. While it might sound ignorant, and it really was, that was the way people worked. If there was something new or different, they instantly feared it. It had always been that way, and it was never going to change.
    “Just make sure that you don’t let the hate change who you are,” John warned.
    Gregg gave him a stony-eyed stare. “It’s too late for that. I was changed the day they murdered my family and cast right in front of me. I’ve never been the same since.”
    At that moment, John would have done anything to take even a little bit of the pain away from Gregg. For even though they had just met, he already found himself drawn to the Hawk shifter. It killed John to see Gregg hurting so much.
    “Even if you murdered every Raven in the world, it wouldn’t bring back those you lost,” John pointed out.
    Gregg gave a brittle smile. “Maybe not, but then maybe I would be able to sleep at night without the bad dreams waking me up.”
    That made John think of the night terrors he used to have. Well, to be totally honest, he still did have them from time to time, although they were very rare now. He just wished he could remember what they were about. Part of him felt