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Koby asked as they headed off together. “I’ve got the connector for that. We can play against each other...”
    As their voices trailed away, Fina looked up at the massive, overpowering presence sitting across the checkered tablecloth from her. Her sense of smell had already told her that everyone else in the café was a wolf and they’d been stealing glances at her and Ryan as they ate—discreetly of course. She put down her fork, giving up her pretence of eating.
    “Thank you, Sheriff. It was very nice of you to buy us lunch. We have to get going.” Fina was halfway out of her chair when his meaty hand slid around her forearm.
    “There’s no cousin getting married, is there?”
    His eyes were on hers and Fina felt like she was pinned under a microscope. She sat back down. As hard as his eyes were at the moment, they were also a brilliant, shimmering aqua—startlingly beautiful and completely at odds with his blatantly male, chiseled features. His eyes were framed by ridiculously long, dark lashes that matched the shiny, short chestnut-brown hair on his head.
    His thumb moved over her forearm, his touch lazy and sensuous. Trembling, Fina pulled back from the contact, remembering the last time a man had put his hands on her.
    Cutler Powell leaned back in his chair thoughtfully, not letting go, wondering why the woman’s fear had jumped when he’d touched her. He wanted her...and he wanted answers.
    “I’m guessing something happened to your pack. You could be rogue but you don’t scent like it,” he said with slow deliberation. Her blue eyes widened with a fear she wasn’t even trying to hide anymore. She looked so damned small and vulnerable sitting there. “Who are you? Who are you really? And where are you from?”
    Fina’s hand tightened on her bag. Every instinct and every rational thought in her head told her to grab Ryan, run the hell out of there and just keep on running. Every instinct that is except the wolf inside her. It leaned out toward the big sheriff, breathing in more of his delicious smell. It wanted to lick his face, nuzzle his jaw.
    It was the wolf inside Fina that answered, “My name is Fina Whitesage. That’s Ryan Upton. He’s the son of my father’s Beta...or was before his father was...was killed.” Fina swallowed hard. A big part of her wanted to hold the words back and her throat felt stretched and achy with the effort. But her wolf knew they couldn’t run forever. They had to find a pack willing to take them in. The small and the young didn’t survive on their own. There were too many rogues out there just waiting to pick them off. “We’re from Eastfield, Tennessee.”
    Cutler’s head snapped back. “ Eastfield ?” he blurted out, loud enough for everyone in the café to hear. The place fell silent. Shock, even horror crossed the face of every adult. They looked to Cutler and when he didn’t respond to them, their expressions dimmed and they looked away nervously. They glanced at Fina then back at Ryan, still playing and unaware of the change in the mood of the place...looked at them with pity and disbelief then looked away again.
    “What do you know?” Fina asked Cutler in a small voice.
    He exhaled slowly. “Only word of mouth. An entire pack in Eastfield, Tennessee, was wiped out by rogue wolves. Their pack lands taken over. They didn’t leave anyone alive, not even the breeding females,” he added with disgust then touched Fina’s arm again. His wolf voiced its approval of the contact. “I’m guessing word of mouth got some of the details wrong.”
    Fina smiled wryly and was surprised when she felt humor shape her mouth. “I was away that day. I’m going back to college in the fall,” she stated calmly even though she was beginning to understand the impossibility of going back to the life she’d planned. “Housing is tight so if you want an apartment, you’ve got to pick the rent up in the spring when the previous students move out. That’s where I