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at stake.
    He crouched down next to Marc on the flat tar surface of the roof. As he shrugged
     into the pack he'd filled up at the apartment, he diligently stuffed down the temptation
     to do exactly what Addison wanted. The bliss of leaving responsibility behind and
     thinking only of her was a luxury he couldn't indulge in.
    That didn't change the fact that leaving her felt like his heart had been ripped out
     of his chest.
    His clan's second Beta and now his assigned bodyguard studied him in the weak moonlight,
     his gaze missing nothing. The dark-skinned Aussie was the best of the best and Cooper
     was grateful to have him watching his back. He could do without the censuring looks,
     though.
    "What?" he finally said, his annoyance leaking into his tone.
    Marc raised a brow and adjusted his own backpack so the straps didn't block access
     to any of the numerous weapons he always carried. At first glance, his arsenal didn't
     look too bad—nothing but a high-powered Glock and bush knife as long as his forearm.
     But beneath the surface? The moon only knew.
    When the ex-para fighter had shown up earlier at Cooper's stakeout at the school,
     he'd known something was seriously wrong. When he'd given the emergency code for time-to-get-the-hell-out-of-there,
     Cooper had dropped everything and gone, only taking time to text Addison a warning.
    Clan always came first. It had to. That didn't make jumping out of her life any easier.
    "How'd she take it?" Marc rumbled.
    "No problem."
    "You didn't tell her," he stated.
    "There wasn't time."
    "With all due respect, sir, she deserves to know. It could put her at risk."
    "I know that," Cooper snapped, immediately feeling stupid for losing control.
    Above the crescent moon tattooed on his cheek, the Were Panther's dark eyes glittered
     in the ambient city light as his constantly diligent gaze swept over the rooftops
     around them. "It's getting worse."
    "You have no idea," Cooper gritted out. It wasn't Marc's fault. It wasn't anyone's
     fault except maybe his. If he'd known a simple attraction would cause—
    He couldn't think about that now. He had to focus. He was overreacting. He was misreading
     the feelings pounding in his blood making him crazy. Bondings were never one-sided.
     This would pass. It was impossible for it to last.
    He got to his feet and Marc did the same, thankfully keeping his own counsel. Any
     word against Addison was likely to set him off, and he didn't have time for that kind
     of weakness.
    Without warning, the back of his neck tingled and a scent like rancid meat touched
     his senses and was gone. He and Marc dove for the roof.
    A whisper of sound and then a bullet hummed over his head, exploding in the gravel
     in front of him. Cooper rolled to one side and Marc to the other and they came up
     running.
    Another shot, another heartbeat, and they'd cleared the building and disappeared over
     the edge.
    He hoped the bastard followed them.
     
    *  *  *
     
    The shot hit the roof of the building across from the apartment and anger surged through
     me. At this rate I might as well strap the Browning to my palm and be done with it.
    Drawing my weapon, I armed it with a green liquid-filled vial and climbed silently
     out of the window. As quietly as I could, I hoisted myself onto the railing of the
     fire escape platform outside my window and grabbed the top of the window frame with
     my free hand. Using the slats of the shutters on either side of the window as toe
     holds, I leveraged myself up until I could just see across the top of the roof.
    Bingo.
    Carefully shifting my weight to press my stomach tightly against the side of the building,
     I stretched my arms onto the roof to steady my shot and gripped the gun in both hands.
     I focused my attention on the crouched figure intently scanning the surrounding rooftops.
    Slowly, I squeezed down on the trigger and fired.
    The shadowed figure flinched and spun toward me, fangs extending as his face contorted.
     He