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ever heard of before turning back to check on Wendy and Polly.
    Wendy’s knees gave out just as he got close enough to break her fall.

Chapter Five
     
    Donovan carefully lowered Wendy into the chair she’d been sitting in earlier. She was unconscious but still breathing, so he moved to check on Sogarn first.
    Like a python in the wild, snake-shifters preferred to suffocate their victims slowly, squeezing harder each time their prey breathed out. Donovan was fairly certain Wendy had gotten here in time to prevent them from doing any serious damage to Sogarn, but it was obvious that they’d intended to kill the wolf.
    Judging by some of the bleeding gashes and puncture wounds on both snakes, Sogarn had gotten in his fair share of fighting before they’d managed to wrap around him. Whether they realized he was a shifter or not was irrelevant. The fact that they’d been attacked by a wolf and rendered unconscious by a rifle shot would probably be enough to confirm they’d found the Alcarn they’d been looking for.
    “Come on, Soggie,” Donovan said, using his lover’s most hated nickname, “wake up and join the party.”
    The wolf whined as it moved, obviously sore from the fight, perhaps even sporting a broken bone or two.
    “Shift, Soggie. Let’s get this over with.”
    The wolf made a halfhearted attempt to bite his hand, apparently unhappy with the reminder of his childhood nickname, but managed to start the change from furry, bleeding wolf to injured, but no longer bleeding, human.
    “Better?” Donovan asked as he helped his lover into a sitting position.
    “No,” Sogarn said breathlessly, “but I’ll live. Is Wendy okay?”
    Donovan smiled, not surprised that the man’s first thought was for the beautiful human. His had been, too, so he really couldn’t complain, but it didn’t need to stop him from teasing his lover, though. “Wendy is fine. So is the parrot we’re being paid to protect.”
    Sogarn gave him a tired smile, but didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed that they were both more concerned for the woman who fed the parrot than the annoying Alcarn in feathery disguise.
    “What are we going to do with the snakes?”
    “Leave them where they are. We’ll pack some of Wendy’s things and take her with us.” He was half expecting an argument—the alpha was going to be furious—but other than a concerned frown, Sogarn remained silent. They weren’t supposed to interact with humans, and they sure as hell weren’t supposed to let them see their true forms, but if they left her behind, she’d be vulnerable when others came looking for Polly. And come they would. Anyone who still held a grudge nearly half a century later wasn’t going to give up when they were this close.
    “She’s going to be angry,” Sogarn said as he watched Donovan lift the woman into his arms. “She hates being lied to. It’s a common theme in a lot of her books.”
    “I know,” he said, touching a gentle finger to her face, “but it can’t be helped. Hopefully she’ll give us a chance to explain that it wasn’t by choice.”
     
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    Wendy woke in a strange bed, in a strange room, surrounded by strange men.
    Her first thought was fear, but a quick perusal of the deliciously tasty, muscular, naked-as-the-day-they-were-born men settled something inside her. As dreams went, this was a pretty good one, although she couldn’t quite fathom why her imagination painted them both a strange purple hue. It kind of worked for them though, and it was her favorite color, so she decided to skip the confusion and go straight for the good stuff.
    She glanced down at her clothes and wondered why she was still dressed—coffee stain and all. Perhaps she had a new fantasy that involved having her lovers pull her clothes off with their teeth. She waited, expecting someone to say something, but apparently her imagination was struggling. Perhaps she was concentrating so hard on world building that the characters were