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disappeared around the bend. He had hoped that once she was gone from his presence, the urges that he felt towards her—the urge to protect her and the urge to mate with her—would be gone as well.
     
    They only intensified. Unbidden, his feet moved forward, one after the other, until he was following after her . When he reached the bend, he saw her again. She walked the shaded road slowly, her hands stuffed inside the pockets of her coat. From a distance she looked small and vulnerable, and Cain knew that she was both of those things.
     
    She did not belong to him. She was neither pack nor family, and if he involved her any further in his world, she would inevitably cause trouble for both. He was in no position to accommodate her into his life, even for a short while.
     
    There were at least a hundred reasons why he should have left her and been on his way. Cain thought of each as he stalked after her, muttering a curse under his breath. As he neared the human she turned on her heel, her eyes wide. He could smell her fear, and felt a deep satisfaction when recognition, and then relief, eased her worry.
     
    She asked, “Did you forget something?”
     
    Annoyed, with her or with himself, he was not sure, Cain grabbed her hand. “You will not last another night out here on your own.”
     
    “Thanks for the vote of confidence,” she grumbled, trotting to keep up with him.
     
    Ignoring her remark, he said, “I do not have time to take you there myself. You will come with me back to my den. I will have one of my wolves escort you back to your kind.”
     
    Even as he said the words, Cain could not be sure he was telling the truth. He wanted to believe that his intentions were noble, but he knew his wolf too well. If the tightness in his gut and the stiffness between his legs were any indication, the next two nights were going to test his resolve on the highest level.
     
    Cain looked down to see the object of his ire beaming up at him. Cheerfully she asked, “So what’s for breakfast?”
     

CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
    Sarah stared down at the bloodied heap of fur, her stomach churning with nausea. Rummaging through his duffle bag, Cain extracted a knife and tossed it in front of her. She looked between the serrated blade and the dead animal, giving the man beside her an incredulous look.
     
    “That’s a bu n…a rabbit,” she said, squelching a gag.
     
    Still digging through his bag, Cain nodded and absently flicked his wrist. “The stream is over there. Gut and skin it while I prepare the fire.”
     
    Still gaping at him, she said, “I’m not doing that.”
     
    Sarah knew that she was being a brat and felt guilty, mainly because—for reasons unknown to her—Cain had decided to help her. When they had stood on the road, staring at one another, she had almost cracked, almost caved and begged him not to leave her there. It had very little to do with the fact that she was insanely attracted to him, though, if she was going to be honest with herself, it maybe played a teeny, tiny role. But more than anything, Sarah had been afraid of being left alone again.
     
    Pride had made her walk away from Cain. Pride and the inability to ask anyone for help, but maybe those were the same thing. She just wasn’t used to relying on people, but this, she recognized, was one of the few times she was not in control of her life. Without her glasses and without a car, Cain was the only buffer between herself and the brutal wilderness. She was immensely grateful that he returned for her, but it didn’t change the fact that she wasn’t skinning the damn rabbit.
     
    She put her hands on her hips, trying her best to look firm. Cain’s expression remained flat as he looked up at her. He didn’t need to stand to look intimidating, but he did anyway. At his full height, Cain towered over Sarah, the top of her head hardly clearing his massive shoulders.
     
    In a tone that warranted no debate, Cain said, “I kill, you