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here as long as you like. I can send someone to guard your reservation. I have friends in a special black ops division of the government. You do have a job to return to I suppose.”
    “Yes. Hopefully someone from my tribe will make up some kind of excuse for me. I’m a newspaper journalist. I work out of Anchorage. I wish I could write about what was really going on in the world, but humans like to pretend our other sides – our powers don’t exist. Soon, if things keep up – if these rough creatures have their way, those same humans will have no choice but to acknowledge us.”
    “I fear you’re right. Goddamned shifters last night, and that witch,” he said, his whole body pulsing, every inch of his skin tingling for her touch. Resisting touching her, his nails bit into his palms, and his arms ached from his clenched fists.
    “The witch, Selene – she actually protested for me at one point, but got nowhere. That Aiden was just nasty all around, enough for all of them. The other shifters never even spoke; just did as they were told, no questions asked. Only Selene made the mistake of speaking. I feel sorry for her. Life dealt her a bad hand, and with these bad guys is where she ended up. Sounds like she regrets it now.”
    “I wasn’t dealt the greatest hand in life either, but you don’t see me out there sacrificing people, especially someone like you… I mean... someone so gifted.”
    “That was Selene’s argument too. But, you had a mother; she had no one but an abusive father after her mother died. I mean… I’m not trying to compare, well, maybe I was, but I shouldn’t. Sorry. I just feel sorry for her. I know my father, when he was alive, did too.”
    “You’re right. I … just seeing what they did to you … I should go make a call. Get someone to watch over your reservation.”
    “Someone from this black ops division? Is that what you called them? How do you know about them?”
    “They are here now, trying to recruit me. Plus, they heard rumblings about some rituals happening here. Guess they heard right, though I have no idea why they didn’t show up last night.”
    “Can you tell me more? Sorry, I shouldn’t ask. The reporter in me, I guess.”
    “No, it’s fine. I’ve already let the secret slip. But, I really shouldn’t say any more.” He shook his head again at how implicitly he trusted this woman, like no other person alive, now that his mother was dead. It made no sense; he needed to watch what he said around her. Well, he should, but he just wasn’t. “Why don’t I go make that call.”
    He left the cave, flying as his animal toward the city, to find a spot with reception, in order to call to his contact at the CIA to get the special ops group to watch over her reservation. Even with all of that, he returned to the cave much too quickly, then he was back to not knowing what to do with himself.
    Aiyanna broke the silence that hung heavy between them. “Do you work? Other than being a hero, that is.”
    “No. Not really.”
    “How do you live? And how did you get all of this stuff all the way up here, high on this mountain? You fly it all up in your animal form, I guess.”
    “Some of it. I forage, eat as my beast, mostly. Sometimes, when the weather is right, I go through the camps at night, see what people have left behind. I’ve worked odd jobs from time to time, but it never quite works out. Much of this stuff, my mother used magick to get up here, when I was too young and too wild to help. She would wear herself out moving wood up the side of the mountain. It would take days to get enough to work with along with the tools she needed. She cut and sanded and created each item over months at a time.”
    His throat tightened up. Get a grip on your emotions there, hero. Xander would never forget her calling him that last night after he’d saved her. Never had a ‘thank you’ meant so much, like his whole life was worth it just for that one moment of praise. This Mate