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Grace Alexander's office where
    the goodand he used the word with full rancorpsychologist had told him
    there
    was nothing in the world that could heal his brother until his brother was
    willing to heal.
    It wasn't what he needed to hear. Psychobabble was for humans, it wasn't for
    wolves who needed to get their stupid asses out of Dodge before they lost
    them.
    Ever since Vane had crawled out of the swamp with his brother on Mardi
    Gras
    night, they had been lying tow at Sanctuary, a bar owned by a clan of
    Katagaria
    bears who welcomed in all strays, no matter where they came from: human,
    Daimon,
    Apollite, Dark-Hunter, Dream-Hunter, or Were-Hunter. So long as you Kept
    the
    peace and threatened no one, the bears allowed you to stay. And live.
    But no matter what the Peltier bears told him, he knew the truth. Both he
    and
    Fang were living under a death sentence and there was no place safe for
    them.
    They had to get mobile before their father realized they were still alive.
    The minute he did, a team of assassins would be sent for them. Vane could
    take
    them on, but not if he had to drag a hundred-and-twenty-pound comatose
    wolf
    behind him.
    He needed Fang awake and alert. Most of all, he needed his brother willing
    to
    fight again.
    But nothing seemed to reach Fang, who had yet to move out of his bed.
    Nothing.
    "I miss you, Fang," he whispered under his breath as his throat tightened
    with
    grief. It was so hard to make it alone in the world. To have no one to talk to.
    No one to trust.
    He wanted his brother and sister back so badly that he would gladly sell his
    soul for it.
    But they were both gone now. There was no one left for him. No one.
    Sighing, he tucked his hands in his pockets and turned onto Iberville as he
    walked through the French Quarter.
    He wasn't even sure why he cared anymore anyway. He might as well let his
    father
    have him. What difference did it make?
    But Vane had spent the whole of his life fighting. It was all he knew or
    understood.
    He couldn't do as Fang and just lie down and wait for death. There had to be
    something out there that could reach his brother.
    Something out there that could make both of them want to live again.
    Vane paused as he neared one of those women's shops that were scattered
    throughout the French Quarter. It was a large redbrick building trimmed in
    black
    and burgundy. The entire front of it was made of glass that showed inside
    where
    the store was littered with lacy women's things and delicate, feminine
    tchotchkes.
    But it wasn't the merchandise that made him pause.
    It was her.
    The woman he'd thought he would never see again.
    Bride.
    He'd seen her only once and then only briefly as he guarded Sunshine
    Runningwolf
    in Jackson Square while the artist had sold her artwork to tourists. Oblivious
    to him, Bride had come up to Sunshine and the two of them had talked for a
    few
    minutes.
    Then Bride had walked out of his life completely. Even though he'd wanted
    to
    follow after her, Vane had known better. Humans and wolves didn't mix.
    And definitely not wolves who were as screwed up as he was.
    So he'd sat idly by even while every molecule of his body had screamed out
    for
    him to go after her.
    Bride had been the most beautiful woman Vane had ever seen.
    She still was.
    Her long auburn hair was pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head that
    left
    curls of it to caress her porcelain face. She wore a long, black dress that
    flowed around her body as she jerked a vacuum cleaner across the carpet.
    Every animal instinct in his body roared to life as he saw her again. The
    feeling was primal. Demanding.
    Needful.
    And it wouldn't listen to reason.
    Against his will, he found himself headed toward her. It wasn't until he had
    opened the burgundy door that he realized she was crying.
    Fierce anger tore through him. It was bad enough that his life sucked, the
    last
    thing he wanted was to see someone like her cry.
    Bride paused her vacuuming and looked up as she