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back to the cabin the worse it would be for her. Cole set a brisk pace but not one that was so fast she wouldn’t be able to keep up. The sun rose higher in the sky and the animals emerged from their dens and nests to start their day.
    A rabbit froze in the underbrush when he passed by, the creature’s tiny brown body blending into the foliage. Above them, a raven took flight and cawed his discontent with them crossing his territory.
    Cole saw it all, from the fox peeking out from behind a rock, to the robin’s nest high in a tree and the tiny mouse skittering across some fallen leaves. But always at the forefront of his consciousness was Cherise.
    He was aware of every footstep, every breath she took. Silently, he applauded her bravery and encouraged her onward. She stumbled several times but never faltered.
    Finally, a rustic log house came into view. He wanted to take her to his home but knew Jacque would want to meet her first. Plus, the scent of food wafted on the wind. Gator was cooking at the alpha’s home this morning, and that meant everyone would be gathered there.
    Cherise came to a stumbling halt behind him. He shifted, embracing his human form, and held out his hand to her. “Come, Cherise. Everything will be fine.”
    She swallowed hard and hitched her knapsack higher over her shoulder. She studied his hand for the longest time, like a wild doe wondering if she could trust the hunter, before she reached out and curled her fingers around his.
    Satisfaction flooded Cole. It was quickly followed by a wave of possessiveness, the likes of which he’d never experienced. Cherise belonged to him. He’d found her in the woods and he’d killed to protect her. That made her his.
    Outwardly, he allowed none of his emotional turmoil to show. Cherise gifted him with a tiny smile before it disappeared to be replaced by an expression of trepidation.
    “Trust me.”
    She didn’t answer and he swallowed back his disappointment. What did he expect? She was a female in a strange pack, depending on a male she barely knew.
    Then she squeezed his fingers.
    Cole felt as though he’d been given the world. He straightened his shoulders and drew her forward, across the backyard to the cabin. A pair of his jeans hung over the outside railing. Put there by Gator, no doubt, expecting Cole for breakfast once he’d finished patrolling.
    He hated to release Cherise but did so long enough to slip on his jeans and button them. He took her hand again and led her up the two steps to the porch.
    “Remember, you’re safe here,” he told her. Then he opened the door and ushered her inside.

Chapter Three
    Cherise knew what she was doing was crazy. There was no other explanation for why she’d allowed a virtual stranger—and not just any stranger, but a huge male werewolf—to talk her into going into the heart of a strange wolf pack. There was no other logical reason for how she found herself inside a rustic but beautiful home with a pack of werewolves seated around a large dining table. All of them staring at her.
    Yup, it was official. She’d lost her mind.
    She would have turned on her heel and made a run for it, but Cole was at her back, blocking the door. No way would she be able to get by him. He was just too darn big.
    His fingers were still entwined with hers. She tried to pull away, but he tightened his hold and wouldn’t let go. “We have a problem,” Cole began.
    A lone wolf slowly rose from his place at the head of the table. The alpha. There was no doubt in Cherise’s mind. This wolf carried himself with an unmistakable authority. There were three other males and two females at the table, but she ignored them. This was the male who would decide her fate. He was the final law in this pack.
    In spite of her effort to be brave, fear crept into her heart.
    “I can see that,” the alpha calmly replied. “You okay?” He motioned to the healing scratches that ran down one side of Cole’s body and his arms.
    “Yeah,