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shine as an instant father. The little girl smiled at him. A strange emotion churned in his gut. He frowned. Her smile faded and she turned her face into her mother’s neck. He felt like a heel. More so when Sarah cupped her daughter’s head in her hand and held her close. Her lips lifted, showing her small canines in warning. What in hell did she think he intended to do?
    He didn’t get a chance to find out as Donovan called, “If you can drag yourself away from your flirting, Garrett, I’d like to finish our conversation.”
    Megan turned her head when Garrett grunted. After what had happened last time, he would have expected a frown. Her smile was a total surprise. Incredibly sweet, it touched, again, something inside him. He reached out. Sarah Anne growled, and hunched her shoulders protectively around her daughter. He dropped his hand to his side and stepped back. Donovan called him again. Garrett turned on his heel and headed toward Donovan.
    “You’ll have to make your peace with that,” Donovan said as soon as he got alongside.
    There was no question what “that” was. “I like children.”
    “Just not the child of your mate, fathered by another man?”
    Garrett didn’t appreciate the implication. “What makes you say that?”
    From the floor where he cradled Teri, Daire offered, “Any werewolf would have that moment of jealousy.”
    “The question is,” Kelon interjected, “what are you going to do about it?”
    The scent around him changed. Despite their outward appearances, the men were on guard. Prepared to attack should he threaten the child. He should be used to this by now. No one ever gave a mixed-breed the benefit of the doubt. He lifted his lip in a sneer.
    “Don’t worry. Your newest pack member is safe tonight. I only eat little girls for breakfast.”
    Too late, he caught Sarah Anne’s scent. It came riding the accusation in her snarled, “Bastard.” He closed his eyes for a second, fighting down the violent flare of anger. The others had to have known she was there. He tracked her progress across the room, frowning as she tucked herself behind the small outcrop of rock, as if it offered some sort of protection.
    He turned to the nearest Protector, who just happened to be Kelon. “You set me up.”
    Kelon snarled right back at him. “Only because we thought you’d have enough sense to say you wouldn’t have a problem with the child.”
    “I don’t have a problem with the child.”
    “You’re going to have a hell of a time convincing that woman of that,” Daire offered without looking up.
    “Shut up, Daire.”
    Donovan cocked an eyebrow at him. “You know who you’re talking to?”
    “At this point, I don’t care.” All he cared about was Sarah Anne. It was going to take him years to remove the suspicion that he wanted to kill her daughter. He wanted to hit something, someone. Preferably Daire. The ancient’s superior manner of speaking irritated the shit out of him. Unfortunately, Daire didn’t rise to the challenge, so it was either provoke a fight or find something else to do. He settled for the latter.
    “I’m going to go scout and make sure there’re no more rogues around.”
    No one pointed out the obvious—that they knew there weren’t. For that, he was grateful. Killing a member of his new pack was bound to put a dent in his acceptance.

Four
    GARRETT didn’t need to look to know who followed him out of the cave. He and Cur had been together so long that Cur’s scent was barely distinguishable from his own. Metal grated against stone as Cur leaned against the cave wall.
    “I guess you can take the wolf out of the pack, but you can’t take the pack out of the wolf.”
    Garrett shrugged. “We knew the acceptance would be limited.”
    He scanned the valley below looking for any sign of life. He didn’t find any. More was the pity. He was in the mood for a fight. He picked up a rock.
    Cur pushed his hair off his face. “What are you going to