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immediately moved on to the 151, and hoped it would continue to make my mind mush. I didn’t want to think. I was pissed off. Why was I so upset Mary wanted to be turned? It would keep her from being such a liability. Completing a transition like that wouldn’t be an easy feat since we had to keep moving, but it could be done. With both my other traveling mates being hybrids it was not a good idea for Mary to take their blood. Hybrids were a risk at the best of times, and with Mary the only human blood line on tap there was no one to feed a vampire part of her.
    That left me as the supernatural being of choice. The thought of sharing my blood with Mary…of having her skin between my teeth… I took another gut turning gulp of alcohol.
    “You do realize this collection of booze is probably enough to pay for an entire night of accommodations for us, do you not?” Jake’s proper vernacular floated through the cloud of alcohol.
    “Blow it out your ass, Alpha.”
    Were I still in a Pack, what I just said would have sent me to the ground and beaten to a pulp. I wasn’t even sure Jake was my Alpha. This whole Clan situation with Amber in charge was fascinating to me on an academic level. I was curious, and I could sense a power in Amber that was so much stronger than any I had felt before. My wolf was just as intrigued by being led by her as I was. Now I almost wish I hadn’t come. This whole situation was messing with me.
    “Is this where I am supposed to growl at you and force you to the ground in submission to your superior?” Jake’s voice let me know the idea of rolling around on whatever coated the ground behind a liquor store was not in either of our best interests. He had some serious juju himself, but I wondered how the guy lived with his woman holding the reins like she did.
    Jake turned to look around the doorway and peek in the window. His matemark stared at me. The guy was old-fashioned to a fault, but forgoing tradition and standard practice, he seemed happy to wear his mating on his neck like a damn female. He gave up everything for his mate. No longer with his Family, no longer in a stable home, and despite his sister taking on the Protector role for Matheo Meyers, he still had a horde of vampires that wanted his skull on a stick.
    “You are the last one I want to roll around on the ground with. Just because you have a matemark doesn’t make you enough of a chick for me to enjoy that.”
    Those silver eyes took careful stock of me. “Why do you do this?”
    “Do what?” I guzzled some more of the cinnamon liquor. That bottle was nearing the end as well.
    “Why do you belittle my mating, just because it does not follow your view of how the world should be?”
    “It’s weird.” I finished that eloquent argument with a belch.
    “That is a coward’s way of dismissing something he refuses to learn about or understand.”
    I think the guy just called me racist. I drank more and finished the second bottle. All this talk was killing what little buzz I worked so hard for. Freaking werewolf metabolism burned through enough alcohol to kill a normal man. This was annoying.
    “I just want something to make sense for a few minutes, Jake. I don’t deny anyone their happiness. And trust me, with how thin the walls have been at the last couple of hotels, I, and everyone else on the same floor, are very aware of how happy you and Amber are.” I picked up the third bottle of booze, still in its bag, and stood. Seemed I wasn’t getting out of this conversation, and talking would keep me from drinking fast enough to shut out the world. Drinking this now would be a waste.
    With Jake in front we walked along the alley behind the row of brick stores. The dumpsters behind the employee entrances smelled like dead animals, spoiled food, and the air hung thick with nicotine from frequent smoke breaks.
    “You are a member of this Clan because you chose to be here. Sometimes with how much you protest I wonder if you