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yours.” Resting his great claws on her
shoulder, he reminded her, “Besides, there are few who can cross
one of Hortence’s protection spells.”
    The truth of his words gave Sonja a
moment’s comfort. The old witch, the Guardian spoke of was both her
trainer and friend. Waiting on the moonlight rising over the ridge,
Sonja said, “She disappeared this morning before the fun started.
Are you two planning these disappearances or just scared of
vampires?” Her wry poke at her mentor’s behavior brought an arched
brow from the Guardian. The beast possess little of a humorous
nature.
    Without giving her room to argue the
point, Guardian simply scooped her up again when the door opened to
reveal a tall, slim redhead holding a large bowl full of
flour.
    “ Sonja?” The young woman’s
voice quivered for a second before the bowl thudded on a nearby
table. She took a step forward gathering Sonja in her
arms.
    Guardian opened the door wider and
guided them both back inside.
    “ I’m fine, sis, no need to
look so upset.” Sonja did her best to calm Briann’s concerns before
her older sister fell on her like a mother hen. “Just a few scrapes
and scratches is all,” she said trying to sound nonchalant. “I’m
sorry to barge in like this, but I seem to have no place to stay. I
burned down the house.” Her sister’s mouth dropped open and Sonja
shrugged. “Too many memories anyway. I’ll be out of your hair
tomorrow.”
    With a wink at Guardian, she relaxed a
fraction as they settled her on a daybed near the fire. Her only
living relative lived a few miles from Sonja with her two boys
since the passing of her husband, Stephen. Being an empath gave
Briann more defenses against danger than most.
    “ You sister should be
concerned. The woods aren’t empty of danger.” Guardian wandered
over to the small window of leaded glass and peered out. He formed
such a strange sight in the otherwise warm, homey room. Sonja
forced her eyes from him before addressing her sister and
explaining further, why he was there to begin with.
    “ Had I not the power of
reading people’s minds, I would have shot you a long time ago,
Guardian. Your mind is unreadable but your actions are honorable.”
She glanced at Sonja. “This mess, which has unwittingly become my
sister’s life I wanted to blame on you.” Briann paid little
attention to the creature as his bushy brows winged up. “But I
can’t. I have to admit, if anyone or thing could protect my baby
sister, Sonja, it’s you, despite your grotesque animal appearance.”
Turning her focus on Sonja, Briann winked, “At least you’re alive
and we can deal with the cuts and wounds until…” Biting her lip,
her sister faltered over her next words, “Until the healing you do
commences.” She tried valiantly for a positive smile and managed a
trembling tight-lipped purse. The tears welled in her eyes.
Spilling in a slow trickle down her face, she gave in resting her
forehead against Sonja’s and simply sighed. “Oh, baby girl, you’ve
been getting into more and more trouble ever since this whole wolf
thing started. When will it ever end?”
    “ Someone’s coming.” The
Guardian’s words tightened. With his eyes, volatile and dark, the
wolf-god sought Briann’s help. “Make yourself useful woman and show
me to a room I can use for the change.”
    Undeterred by his gruff command,
Briann pointed toward a set of doors against the back wall, one led
to her bedroom and one to the bedroom of her small sons, Ethan and
Nathaniel. “Be quiet, the baby’s sleeping,” she admonished
Guardian.
    With as polite a nod as a werewolf-god
could manage, he disappeared into her bedroom. The change would
come on violently if he remained in the room with the new guests.
In seclusion, he would transform into a man with much more grace
and less noise.
    “ Who is it?” Sonja asked as
she rose onto an elbow.
    The room spun but slower than before.
Grateful the healing didn’t show overly, she