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with the womanly lushness of her
scent. Drew’s shaft hardened in answer to the pheromone-rich lure of a
she-wolf. His mind spun, drunk on the sultry fragrance, he raced forward.
    A yelp followed by the growls and snarls of a vicious fight reached him.
The coppery scent of blood diffused the aroma of the female and pulled him out
of his sexual reverie.
    Fuck! The son–of-a-bitch had attacked the she-wolf.
    He’d wasted precious moments drinking in her scent. If he could smell
her, his quarry could, too. Discarding his previous cautiousness, Drew wove in
and out of the trees, flinching as the supple branches lashed his vulnerable
eyes and muzzle as he raced to the source of the she-wolf’s scent.
    Drew skidded to a halt when he broke through the trees into a small
clearing. He lowered his body, prepared to attack when he saw the injured were.
The wolf was struggling to transform into a man on the blood-soaked ground. He
managed to shift, curled up in a fetal position, and held his hands over his
shredded stomach.
    What the fuck happened here? Drew spun around to look for the she-wolf
whose scent had roused the most primitive of instincts—the urge to mount the
female who emitted a call to mate.
    Drew caught sight of her perched above them on a stony outcropping,
panting from exertion. His steps faltered and his jaw almost dropped.
    The unalloyed silvery whiteness of the she-wolf’s fur shocked him into
immobility. Only one pack had that coloring. But it wasn’t possible. A
Silverwolf? The were council declared the pack extinct several generations ago.
Drew stared at the living proof of their existence in disbelief.
    No wonder he hadn’t picked up her fragrance earlier. She’d masked her
scent. Shit, if she was shielding Bardo, he was so screwed. The breathtaking
beauty, who’d aroused Drew’s lust to the point of mindlessness, and triggered
his instinctive protectiveness, was now his enemy. She’d die with those she
shielded.
    Her fur shimmered eerily in the pale moonlight, the tufts marred by dark
splotches of the blood from her attacker, or victim, he wasn’t sure which. A
mere she-wolf couldn’t take down a fully grown male and leave him bloodied and
wounded.
    Drew angled his body to face her. He wouldn’t leave his back vulnerable
and open to an attack. With his eyes fixed on her, he shifted into his
man-form, and approached the wounded man.
    The she-wolf shied nervously on her pedestal.
    “Easy, I won’t hurt you,” he murmured to reassure the skittish she-wolf.
Drew dropped to his knees and rolled the man onto his back.
    The size and musculature of the wounded wolf’s body belied the immature youthful
curve of the boy’s jaw.
    Drew grunted. He’d been so fixated on finding Aimee, he never took the
time to test the hormones in the boy’s spoor to check for his age. The cub’s
wounds were fatal. Blood gushed from the gaping holes in his belly and neck.
The flesh struggled to knit together, but the damage was too great. The stench
of perforated intestines hung over the boy. The piteous whimper and the plea in
the youngster’s eyes tugged at Drew. The boy’s wet gurgle was a request to put
an end to his suffering.
    Drew’s cursed inwardly. Hell, he wouldn’t get any information out of the
dying were.
    Reluctantly, he morphed his hand into a paw and extended his claws. In an
act of compassion, he slashed the wolf’s jugular to hasten his death. Blood
dripped from Drew’s fingers in silent condemnation, as they lengthened to take
the place of his claws.
    Drew swung around to meet the black-ringed blue brilliance of the
she-wolf’s expressionless eyes.
    The surging tug of arousal in his groin made his voice unnecessarily
gruff.
    “Where is your alpha?” Drew demanded, taking a step toward her.
    The haughty little bitch didn’t deign to respond. She merely spun around,
flicked her tail in dismissal and disappeared behind the boulder.
    Drew gaped in disbelief.
    Infuriated
by her insult, Drew leapt