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stubble-covered face over her skin. “Like I said,
malinger, and make it believable. Vomit a couple of times if you can manage.
Bardo hates the smell of sickness. That should buy you some time.”
    The fervency in his eyes buoyed her mood a little. “My brother will come
for me.” She had to believe he’d come because the alternative couldn’t be borne.
Drained, she slumped back on the sleeping bag.
    “He won’t find you.” Micah dropped to his knees and pulled a blanket up
over her shoulders. His words released the panic she’d held at bay.
    “What do you mean he won’t find me?”
    Micah shook his head. “Sleep. I’ll keep you safe, as I promised.”
    “From what I’ve seen, I am not sure you can.”
    “Nothing is as it seems, little girl.” His cryptic words didn’t make any
sense, but very little did right now. She turned away from him, shut her eyes,
and pretended to sleep.
    How long had she been here? She couldn’t believe her pack hadn’t found
her yet.
    Where was Drew? She knew he’d never stop until he found her. Until he
did, she’d work to regain her strength, and then kick some ass. Aimee Lunedare
was nobody’s breeding stock.

 

     

     
    Chapter Three

     

     
    Drew lost no time finding the wolves with his sister’s essence on them.
The weres he tracked roamed at random over a vast area at the base of the Ozark
Mountains. They were the biggest bunch of undisciplined fuck-ups he’d ever come
across. Their tempers flared at the smallest slight, and they fought frequently
without an alpha in the mix to control them. Drew figured the steroid-fed jerks
had control issues. It made them stupid and reckless.
    Drew realized the wolves he stalked were expendable pawns in the
Machiavellian game Bardo played. They lacked the lethal vibe experienced wolves
exuded. This kept him from putting them down. It would serve no purpose. The
clueless weres had just enough of Aimee’s scent on them to catch his interest,
but not enough to give him a hint of her location. They were decoys.
    Drew figured one of them would eventually lead him to a were higher up in
the Redmaven hierarchy. He watched and waited.
    His patience finally paid off. One of the wolves veered off on his own.
Drew trailed him for several days, going deeper and deeper into the heavily
wooded area.
    He always kept downwind of the wolf. The potent stench particular to
these Redmavens, perverted by their former alpha, allowed him to hang back at a
good distance, minimizing any chance of discovery.
    Night fell swiftly. Drew noticed every small shift of the shadows and
used them to conceal his presence. His ears pricked up when the flutter of a
bat’s wings covered the steady paw-beats of the wolf he tracked. He caught all
subtle nuances of the telling odors carried on the wind, but he never lost the
scent trail of his prey.
    Drew pressed determinedly on, hour after hour without rest, picking his
way through the dense forest of deciduous trees with silent, deadly precision.
Focused, he ignored the cruel bite of hunger clawing at his shrunken stomach,
and the tremors in his limbs brought on by exhaustion.
    A dearth of odors broke through the monotonous hypnotic pace of stealth
and silence. Drew froze, jolted into full alertness. He sniffed the air to
pinpoint the wolf’s location. Nothing. He couldn’t smell a damned thing. A
flash of panic gripped him. He couldn’t lose the wolf he trailed. Not now!
    Nostrils flaring, Drew sniffed the air again, searching for the smallest
hint of wolf spoor. He blew out short gusts of air from his nose to clear it.
    Hell, he really needed to eat. Perhaps being one step away from
starvation affected his most useful ability, his sense of smell.
    Would his other senses betray him too? But no, he could still hear and
see. He heard the thunderous beat of his heart. His ears picked up the frantic
beating of an owl’s wings before it stilled in mid-motion to dive downward.
Through the darkness, he clearly saw