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sorry.”
    Morgan smiled sadly. “Me, too. She was amazing.”
    “It seems Grey got the short end of the stick with us, huh? Two broken werewolves to fill out his pack.”
    “Nah,” she said, staring at the woodshop. “Grey has been through hell and back, too. We got lucky to all find each other.”
    Now it made sense that Marissa didn’t like being around other dominant males. How she could stomach spending time with Grey, who filled every molecule of space around him with raw power, Morgan hadn’t a guess. But it was a very good thing she did. Strong little werewolf. Marissa was burrowing deeper in Morgan’s heart by the moment.
    Lana’s giggles drew her out of her sadness and she stood to see what the little girl had found. A shiny green beetle plowed through the weeds and Lana tried to poke it with a thin stick. She was missing every time but tickled at her own effort. Fine, dark hair had come from its binding at the nape of Lana’s neck. Morgan stepped off the porch, and pulling the hair band, she freed the waves. Her hair was getting longer. She’d requested they didn’t cut it so she could look like Rapunzel.
    “Do you hear that?” Marissa asked. She’d frozen at the top of the porch stairs and looked out into the woods.
    At her look of fear, Morgan stood straight and strained her ears. There, just below the music of birds and cicadas, was a low humming sound. “What is that?”
    “It’s a car.”
    She was right. The louder it got, the more it sounded like a car engine. Narrowing her eyes, she peered as far as she could see to where the dirt road met the forest. Dread filled every vein until only adrenaline-laced blood flowed through her.
    They weren’t expecting anyone today and Dallas pack members always called first to give Grey a chance to prepare Wolf for others in his territory.
    Frowning, Morgan lifted Lana into her arms and watched the gravel drive. Grey barreled from the outbuilding, eyes blazing as the door blasted against the wall. He jogged over and plucked Lana from Morgan’s grasp, then took her up the porch stairs. She clung to his neck with a curious smile, and he kissed her gently on the forehead.
    “Marissa, take Lana to the safe room. Call Dean and give him a heads-up there may be trouble. Don’t come out until we come get you, okay?”
    Eyes wide, she pulled Lana from his arms. The door shut with a hurried bang as she disappeared inside.
    Grey leaned down and kissed Morgan on the temple, but it wasn’t enough. Not when terror was filling her like water in the cabin of a sinking ship. Desperate to keep her fear at bay, she stretched up and kissed his lips. A warm calm spread through her body at his touch. Grey dragged her closer and opened her mouth with his. He brushed his tongue against hers, and her legs went numb. Holy hotness, the man could kiss.
    Easing back, his lupine eyes searched hers, his brow furrowed with worry. His attention returned to the road. “Posture,” he said gruffly, soothing her into a porch chair. “Don’t show them your fear.”
    He sank comfortably into the chair beside her and waited for the car to arrive. He looked every bit like he didn’t have a concern in the world. For Wolf, posturing was instinctive, but it didn’t come so naturally to her. Pretense was something she had to work at.
    When the dark gray SUV pulled up in front of the house, Grey rested his hand on her tensed thigh. Stay seated , he seemed to say. The doors creaked as they opened, and two men got out and came to the bottom of the porch steps. She tested the air. Werewolves. Fear snaked down her spine and settled somewhere in her gut. No doubt her eyes were a bright and vibrant purple. If posturing were a test, she would get an F-minus.
    The men were a study in opposites. One had olive skin and dark hair, while the shorter one was fair-skinned with blond hair cropped close to his head.
    “What can I do for you gentlemen,” Grey asked, apparently completely at ease with the