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optometrist with a practice in town. Sunday and Monday are her days off.”
    “Doesn’t mean she’s home.”
    “Doesn’t mean she’s not.”
    “She could be running errands.”
    “She could be doing any of a hundred things.”
    They were both watching the Shaman ring the doorbell, neither paying any attention to the conversation, which had devolved quickly.
    Be home, Natalie. He needed the Shaman to tell him that she was fine. Please let her be fine. She deserved that, deserved a life without the threat of Daemons though if the Ferals didn’t find a way to stop Inir, all humans would soon know that terror.
    The door opened. Wulfe’s heart began to thud in his chest. Natalie. She stood in the doorway in a pair of white shorts that accentuated her long, long legs, and a soft blue T-shirt that highlighted the blues and greens in her shockingly bright aura. At least he knew it hadn’t been a trick of his wolf’s eyesight. Dammit.
    Tighe whistled. “That’s some glow.”
    “You can see it.”
    “Clear as day.”
    Crud. Strike two. He’d really hoped it was him.
    As he watched, the Shaman reached out his hand as if to shake hers. Natalie looked bemused, but she shook the proffered hand with a friendly smile. Probably, human children didn’t shake hands with their cookie customers. A moment later, she turned away but didn’t close the door, and the Shaman continued to stand there. When she returned, she handed the Shaman what appeared to be a few dollars and he, in turn, handed her the Oreos, shook her hand again, and turned away.
    “Well?” Wulfe demanded as the ancient male climbed into the truck a minute later.
    “I sense Daemon energy though what that means, I do not know. It may be a lingering effect of the energy all of you were exposed to on the battlefield in Harpers Ferry.”
    “Then all three of the humans who survived that battle might have been affected. Xavier hasn’t shown any signs of it, yet,” Wulfe said.
    Tighe grunted. “We’ll have to send someone to check on the screamer.” The teen, Christy, had done little but scream the entire time she’d been in their prison. “Can we leave Natalie in the human world looking like that?”
    “I believe so,” the Shaman said. “Few humans can see auras. But someone should keep an eye on her.”
    Wulfe eyed him sharply.
    The Shaman held up his hand. “Just keep an eye on her.”
    Tighe glanced over, met Wulfe’s gaze. “It might be safer to bring her back to Feral House.”
    “No.” The word left his throat like a shot. Lyon would only command her locked up in their prisons again. While the Ferals never took human life without reason, Daemon energy might be deemed reason enough. He wouldn’t risk it. “She stays here.”
    Tighe nodded, sympathy in his eyes as if he’d heard the thoughts rolling through Wulfe’s head.
    Wulfe turned to the Shaman. “How do we cure her?”
    “I have no idea.” The Shaman sighed. “I’m sorry, Wulfe. My expertise is Mage magic, not Daemon.”
    Tighe reached over and clasped Wulfe’s shoulder. “You’ve had worse assignments than keeping an eye on a beautiful woman.”
    In truth, there was nothing he’d enjoy more than watching over this woman even if he’d have to remain in his animal to do it. “I wonder if she’ll let a wolf in the house,” he mused. It might be worth a try. Tonight, he’d find out.
    When they got back to Feral House, Tighe took him aside. “Be careful, buddy.”
    Wulfe lifted a brow.
    “She’s human.”
    “So?”
    “I’m just saying, you’re strung tight about this. I knew you had a soft spot for her, but I think it’s more than that. A lot more.”
    Wulfe’s jaw tightened. “It doesn’t matter. She belongs to another male, and even if she didn’t, my severed mating bond has screwed me up good.” Not to mention, he didn’t know what in the hell was going on with his Daemon blood. He shook his head. “I’d never pursue her.”
    Deep inside, his wolf whined