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around noting whose eyes gleamed with anticipation and who looked away. But no one moved to stop whatever was about to happen, and Connor took an instinctive step forward.
    “Don’t move,” the man behind him said in a low voice.
    “Fuck you,” Connor snarled. Even if it got him beaten up, he wouldn’t stand by and watch this. As he took another step, strong hands gripped his arms on either side and held him in place.
    Everyone had turned his way and the alpha’s dark gaze crawled over him. A slow smile curled his lips as he nodded to the men holding the woman.
    The crack of bone sounded loud in the room followed by a high pitched scream, cut off abruptly as a hand slammed over her mouth. A moment later, she sagged into unconsciousness.
    Connor knew the woman would heal when she shifted, but the casual use of violence told him a lot about how this pack was run. This was what he’d expected of a werewolf pack but never found in Sebastian’s.
    “Put her in the bedroom,” the alpha said. “She can pay off her tribute another way.”
    The two men half dragged the woman away and his attention turned to Connor. The men holding him let go and prodded him in the center of his back so he took an involuntary step forward. Inside, his wolf snarled, but Connor bit down his instinctive response as he studied the other man.
    He had the appearance of a Romany, with black hair pulled into a ponytail, swarthy skin and eyes so dark they were almost black. “I’m Logan,” he said. “And you are?”
    “Connor. Dr. Connor McNair.”
    “A doctor. Impressive. And what are you doing in town, Doctor?”
    “I’m here on holiday.”
    Logan’s eyes narrowed as though the concept of a werewolf as a tourist had never occurred to him.
    “This is my territory.” He shrugged as if losing interest. “You have a day to leave. If you stay longer, you swear a blood oath to me and my pack and you never leave. How does that sound?”
    “Like a total pile of shit,” Connor replied.
    Without warning, someone punched him in the gut. Pain exploded and he doubled over. When he straightened, Logan raised an eyebrow.
    Smug bastard.
    “Hey,” Connor muttered. “You’re spoiling my holiday.”
    Why didn’t he shut up? The thought crossed his mind as he was punched a second time. Only stubbornness kept him on his feet as something ruptured inside and agony flooded his body. It took him a moment to get the pain under control and he gritted his teeth and slowed his breathing. Like the woman, he would heal when he shifted. Provided he got out of here alive, and that probably depended on him keeping his big mouth shut.
    Was it a death wish? He didn’t think so. Inside him, his wolf was urging him on. Telling him he could take the alpha.
    His wolf was a bloody aggressive bastard.
    Connor didn’t know where he got it from, because he’d always been one to back down out of a fight. In fact, he didn’t think he’d ever been in a fight in his whole life before the change. Now, so often, he craved the release of letting go. Of giving in to the ferocity living within him. It was part of what terrified him so much—the desire for violence.
    Closing his eyes, he pictured a woman, with long dark hair and golden eyes. The image soothed him. He straightened and nodded once.
    “I’m leaving today.”
    Logan studied him a minute longer as though he didn’t quite understand what was going on. Maybe he sensed Connor’s wolf was more of a match for his own and was reconsidering the idea of letting him go.
    It took every ounce of willpower he had, but Connor forced his wolf down, and hunched his shoulders as he’d seen the submissives do, even in Sebastian’s pack.
    Logan pursed his lips but nodded. “You get this one warning. Now go. If we see you again, you die.”
    ***
    Keira spent the day roaming the moor on Dubh, the black pony having miraculously appeared soon after the werewolf had left. She couldn’t blame Dubh, she reckoned ponies and wolves