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situation was highly irregular because there were only a handful of humans who knew about their existence, and they were closely watched by the Council.
    William shifted on the branch and attempted to shake off the sense of dread, but this scenario was confusing and unexpected.
    Movement to the right of the house caught William’s eye and broke his concentration. A blur of black slipped around the side of the house, and the energy signature with it just about knocked William out of his tree. His eyes glowed brightly as the potent combination of fear and anger took hold. It was an Amoveo male that he had never encountered before: Wolf Clan. Why would any other Amoveo be here? He hadn’t even told Dante and Malcolm about Layla. The unfamiliar hand of panic gripped his heart. Purists? No other answer came to mind.
    Anger flared hard, and William zeroed in on the intruder’s location. Whoever he was, he’d shifted from wolf to human form and was about to go inside the house. William whispered the ancient language, vanished with the wind, and within moments was standing on the ground behind Layla’s would-be assassin. With unnatural speed he grabbed the man’s right arm, twisted it behind his back with one hand, and put him in a choke hold with the other.
    “Who sent you?” William barked into the man’s ear.
    “Fuck you,” he bit out and stomped his steel-toe boots into William’s instep.
    William grunted at the pain, and it was the only opening his opponent needed. He struggled as William grimaced at the smell of him, a rancid mixture of dirt, sweat, and farm animals. Slick with sweat, he slipped out of William’s grip, and the two men slammed into the side of the house in a blur of arms and legs. As William pinned the man up against the wall by the throat, he wondered fleetingly what kind of assassin dressed like a farmer.
    The man’s human eyes shifted into the glowing blue eyes of his clan as he grabbed William by the lapels of his pinstripe suit. They stood there locked in a stalemate—eyes glowing, muscles straining, and neither willing to retreat.
    William knew if he squeezed just a little harder, he could break his neck and be done with it.
    The man’s blue eyes glowed brightly, and anger carved deeply into his features. His lip curled back with disgust. “You’re not laying one finger on my sister, you asshole,” he growled.
    William froze. Sister? He was Layla’s brother? William held the man’s intense gaze and looked for any sign of deception, but found none. He was about to start questioning him, when a familiar voice sliced through the air—straight to his heart.
    “He’s right,” Layla fumed. “You are an asshole.”

Chapter 3
    The clock on the wall ticked loudly and echoed through the kitchen as the four of them sat around the kitchen table awkwardly staring at each other. Layla stole a sidelong glance at William, who was busy attempting to remove sweat and dirt stains from the lapels of his blue suit. He made a face as the dirt merely smudged, but didn’t actually come off.
    She stifled the urge to giggle. A suit? Her mate hangs out every day in a suit. Yeah, right. That’s the guy for me. Not. Oh, he was handsome, as she suspected he would be, but she would be damned if her life was going to be left up to the fates.
    Raife glowered at William while he ate his apple pie with a vengeance. Layla gave Rosie a look that screamed for help. If someone didn’t say something soon, she was going to completely freak out.
    Rosie watched William making a bigger mess of his jacket and shook her head disapprovingly. She finally broke the deafening silence with a sound of frustration.
    “Take off that damn thing, and give it to me,” she huffed. Rosie walked around behind William and pulled the jacket off his shoulders before he could stop her. “You’re gonna rub a hole in it.” She took it back to the laundry room. “I’ll get it cleaned up.”
    “It’s really quite alright, madam,” he