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group of outlaws long enough to know a thing or two about them. The man didn’t carry a wolf in him. He had the DNA of a coyote. Molly tipped her head and laughed. “Interesting. You hoping to scare me or make me wish I’d brought a lead?”
    Growling, the were-coyote lunged at her.
    Oh, this is almost too easy.
    She spun in a circle, allowing momentum to build as she went. The half-man half-beast rushed at her. She swung out and caught him in the chin. He lurched back and snarled at her.
    “You will die a horrible death, bitch!”
    Molly grinned. “At the hands of a soaked were-coyote?” A snort broke free of her. “You’re so drunk I’m in danger of having a hangover just standing close to you.”
    He growled again, apparently thinking that would finally do her in. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Putting her hands up, Molly motioned for him to attack. “Come and get it, if you think you’re man enough.”
    Familiar energy prickled over her skin, caressing her in places she didn’t want to concentrate on at the moment. Moisture pooled between her legs as she drew in a deep breath. Glancing around, she looked for the source of the power.
    The unseen force slid over her breasts, causing her nipples to peak and her body to tingle. Molly swayed slightly and suddenly felt as though very large, very male hands were running over her body, cupping her sex. A tiny moan escaped her lips and the power around her seemed to take on a smug vibe.
    Yep, definitely male.
    “Molly, watch out!” Cole yelled a second too late.
    The were-coyote slammed into her, knocking the wind from her lungs. She rolled with it as bullets whizzed past her head. She knew it wasn’t her people shooting at them. It was the other outlaws. They didn’t care if they killed one of their own just so long as she died in the process.
    The were-coyote pinned her to the ground and raised his arm. Claws glistened in the sunlight and Molly closed her eyes, preparing for death. Something struck the were-coyote from the side, sending him to the ground. More shots went off.
    Rolling to her side, Molly froze as she stared at the form of a large man lying on top of the were-coyote. Her gut clenched when she spotted the waves of jet-black hair spilling out and around him. Hair that black, that silky, that perfect had to belong to a member of the MacSweeny family. Suddenly, she knew whose power she’d felt running over her. Her gut clenched.
    “No.”
    Crawling quickly, she touched the man’s shoulder. “God, no. Don’t be who I think you are. Please.” She rolled him off the shifter, not paying any attention to the were-coyote itself. As Molly’s gaze ran over the squared, strong face of the man before her, she gasped. The minute a pair of golden eyes looked up at her, she covered her mouth and shook her head. “Jonathan.”
    A slow, pained smile came to his ruggedly handsome face. “Hey, Molls. I thought I’d come crash those wedding plans your daddy has for you.”
    Wedding plans?
    She stared down at the man who had been her childhood sweetheart, her best friend growing up, her everything. Blood seeped freely from several chest wounds and for a moment, Molly forgot how to breathe.
    He reached for her. “Molls, don’t cry.”
    I do not cry.
    As he touched her cheek, she realized she was indeed crying. His hand was rough, callused , but she didn’t care. Turning her head a bit, Molly planted a tiny kiss on his palm before slipping her hand over his and holding it to her.
    “Jon, I’m so sorry.” She looked up to find that the other outlaws had scurried away.
    Cowards.
    Her ga ze fell upon another tall, dark- haired man. He had MacSweeny written all over him as well. As his unnaturally colored lavender eyes wandered in her direction, she began to shake. “Eli, get Doc Bak e nston! Jonathan ’s been shot! ”
    “I can’t, Molly. Doc’s dead. Been dead for about six years now. But you don’t have to worry about Jon. He’ll be just —