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“Get upstairs and pack a bag. Essentials only. As soon as the others get here, we’re leaving. Your home is no longer safe.”
    I gaped at him, shock too mild a word for what I was feeling.
    He spun so suddenly that I jerked backward, almost falling to the ground. He reached out and gripped my arm before pulling me so close his lips brushed my ear. I gasped as my body responded instantly, my mind locking up with the dizzying effects of lust.
    Lust?
    I pressed myself against him—suddenly craving his touch more than anything. A stranger, a man I knew nothing about, but wanted so desperately to possess. I slid my free arm around his waist, my hand splayed dangerously close to his butt. The rigid tension of his anger seemed to ease and he panted softly in my ear, a sound that had me burning for more of him in every way.
    He pulled his head back until he was looking down at me, his expression suddenly tender. He gently brushed aside my bangs and trailed his fingers down my cheek and along my jaw, his thumb rubbing my bottom lip as he bit his own.
    I ran my tongue over his thumb. His answering look of shock had me smiling.
    “Why do you keep coming to my rescue, Caleb?” Words coated with sultry tones, like nothing I’d heard myself say before, came whispering out of my mouth.
    My voice seemed to snap him out of a trance. He released his hold on me and jerked his head toward the stairs. “Go and get some clothes.” He cleared his throat as he took a step away. “We have to leave.” He pushed me gently. “Hurry.”
    I hesitated at the bottom step, staring back at him as my mind fought against my instinct to obey. What had possessed me to come onto him that way? He was hot—I’d give him that. His lips were full, eyes intense, his body built for a UFC ring.
    The door trembled under the weight of the wolves’ onslaught, startling me back to reality. I shuddered. Not safe. We needed to leave. He nodded over at me one last time before I quickly sprinted up the stairs.
    By the time I made it back downstairs, the wolves were gone and Caleb stood on the porch with two other, massive muscle-bound men.
    I tentatively stepped out into the humid night air. “Are they gone for good?” I scanned the area around my house.
    “No, they’re just gone for now,” Caleb said, then motioned toward the street. “I’ve got my men watching the area.”
    I scanned my property again, this time noticing at least five men standing sentry around a wide perimeter of my house.
    “You’ll need to deal with the neighbors,” Caleb said to the dark-haired fellow at his side.
    I shook my head as I eyed the houses across the street. I was missing something. “No one is around this time of year.”
    Caleb cocked a questioning eyebrow in my direction.
    “This is student housing, all rented out during the fall term, but this time of year most of the houses stay empty. Not to mention, it’s Saturday night. Everyone who has a life is out partying.”
    Caleb frowned. “Get the men to check it out just in case—do a quick search.” The dark-haired man nodded, then loped off in the direction of the others. Caleb cleared his throat, pulling my gaze back to him. He nodded toward the second man at his side, a tall blond-haired god. “Morgan Stills, this is Lance Brooks.”
    “How did you know—”
    Lance’s lopsided grin disarmed me immediately as he cut off my question. “Nice to finally meet you, Morgan. Sorry about the crazy night. We had hoped to find you first.”
    Caleb motioned toward the pool of blood on the porch, which trailed down to the pavement in front of my house. “Get the men to clean that up and find some way to patch up Morgan’s window as well.”
    Lance nodded. “They’re on it.”
    I cringed, a sickening sense of unease filling my stomach. “They took his body?” I scanned the spot where I’d last seen Jimmy. The body was indeed gone. I trembled, replaying Jimmy’s gruesome death. “He died, right?” I swallowed