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motionlessly over the blade, as if he had stopped his task just before Hayden regained consciousness. His dark eyes were not focused on Hayden, but past her and onto the table next to her. 
    Straining her eyes, Hayden spied her throwing knives next to an array of bloody rags and clear vials of tonic. All eight knives seemed to be accounted for, she realized with relief.
    However, her relief was short-lived when she registered his mocking question.
    “Petty decoration?” Her voice came out hoarse, as if she’d been screaming constantly for hours. “If I wanted to decorate myself, I would choose a long sword, not knives I keep hidden underneath my clothing.”
    Here, she eyed his sword pointedly.
    He hardly seemed daunted at her rebuttal, choosing to focus on his blade instead. “Yes, but you don’t have much clothing to hide them under, do you?”
    Hayden looked down, just noticing she was nude from the waist up. Across the room, her bra, shirt, and jacket were discarded in a pile. They still looked useable. The bloodied clothing was all she had until she could find something more suitable.
    She gazed back at the man dubiously, studying him silently. He continued sharpening his blade in slow, even strokes. Not once had he thrown her exposed body any lewd sneers or crude stares. He was unlike any male she’d encountered.
    With the exception of Adolf, of course.
    “Don’t mind Jax.” A female suddenly appeared in the room. “To him, there is only one female that can wield a blade efficiently.”
    “She clearly can’t defend herself. Even if they were Hunters, she still let herself get shot by humans, didn’t she?” The man, Jax, glanced at Hayden’s wounded shoulder, as if to say her inadequacy with a blade was to blame for the Hunters’ gunshot wound.
    She shifted uncomfortably.
    Since becoming a werewolf, her modesty lessened. She wasn’t uncomfortable being nude around strangers, especially fellow werewolves, but she was uncomfortable with the sudden realization that someone was missing.
    “Where is…” Nicolas . “Cayden?”
    Fortunately, she remembered Nicolas’ cover story just in time, and yet, all eyes turned in her direction, as if they knew she was being deceitful. Either that, or something had transpired during her unconsciousness.
    “Here.” The female entered the room and discarded a pile of fresh clothes next to Hayden. “Get dressed. We’re just starting dinner. We will get you up to speed.”
    Hayden’s initial reaction was to push away the clothes and demand to know Nicolas’ whereabouts. However, upon smelling the faint aroma of cooking meat, her inquisitive nature instantly vanished. She was famished.
    Nicolas could take care of himself.
    The woman left, leaving Hayden alone with the sword-sharpening male. She flashed another dubious glance at his solitary form, watching as he worked on his blade. He held it and treated it as if it were a precious and rare relic.
    “I suppose I have you to thank for my healing…”
    “Why would you assume that?” he asked quietly, preoccupied with his task.
    Hayden narrowed her eyes. “You’re sitting at my bedside, acting the healer.”
    A wary grin threatened to stretch his lips. “I was assigned to keep watch over you just in case you tried something. Although your mate spun an interesting tale, not all of us trusted a knife-yielding female at our back.” He glanced up at her. “Don’t worry; I wasn’t the one who was threatened.”
    Hayden grimaced before reaching for the clothes. She realized she was laying upon a crude table, the kind of table a run-down school would use at their facility. No other furniture was in the room besides the metal folding chair Jax occupied.
    Shouldering on the clothes, she eyed her coat from across the room. She would need to grab the extra layer before leaving. Not only did it provide more heat, but it also covered her knives, giving her the element of surprise.
    “So, do you really know how to wield