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impossible for her to do otherwise. Unbeknown to the woman, she was about to cause the downfall of William’s clan of werewolves.
    “I still can’t see how she is going to do anything other than make us laugh our asses off at her antics. For God’s sake, she dresses in black. It’s so clichéd.”
    “She may be an unlikely hunter but she will be compelled to act against the werewolves. It is her nature.”
    “Maybe, but she’s hardly going to mate with the one called Montague if she has this inherent dislike of werewolves.”
    “She will. This one did with the Irishman. It’s their nature to do so. Like most people these two women believe in soul mates. These men are theirs.” Absolon knew that only too well about kindred spirits. The connection was so strong that breaking away from it could kill a weaker person. While Absolon was still standing, he had paid dearly for a love that could never be his. He knew that now. But back then, I was a fool.
    “Soul mates?” Tavernier looked disgusted. “They are nothing but sluts.”
    “Well, clearly you have no soul or you would know differently. It’s human instinct to recognize your mate and act upon the mutual lust you feel. Besides women who are mated to the clan are not sluts.” No one could ever call Bess Calvert a whore. How I loved her. Absolon closed his eyes once more as a vision of the woman in question came to mind. How I still love her.
    “Are you okay? You sound like you are defending them.”
    Absolon opened his eyes and sighed. Explaining his thoughts to this man was not something he was about to do. Tavernier was beneath him. He was a flunky. He was expendable. “I understand them. There is the difference.”
    “You never said why we were going to destroy them. Surely it’s not worth all this effort. Why can’t we send real hunters with guns in to break up this wolf pack?”
    “You are about as subtle as a sledgehammer.” Absolon had his reasons. He wanted William dead. Killing his clan would do that. Tavernier did not need to know the specifics. No one did. He absently ran his hand down his thigh, flinching at the pain. I have lost so much to William. Now he will lose . It had taken half a century to get to the point where Absolon knew he could defeat William. Werewolves were at their weakest every fifty years when vital, life-changing blood was welcomed into to clan. While lovers met their match in the clan, only every fifth decade were the matches so powerful that they could change everything around them. In the shake up, weaknesses were uncovered and bonds created. But like every moment of great change there was a period of flux when people were caught off-guard as rules were relaxed to allow entrance to their clan. It was the only thing that kept them alive. That was what Absolon had been waiting for. Catch the werewolves while their shields were lowered. Normally werewolves were ferocious enemies who could not be fought and the pain they inflicted when angered was terrible. “But we are not in normal times,” Absolon murmured to himself. And how I live with that constant pain.
    ———
    Fifty years ago, almost to the day, William and Absolon met in battle. Each loved the same woman but only one could have Bess. Although Absolon knew Bess did not have the same feelings for him, he wanted her and he always got what he wanted. The only person in his way was William. This meeting in the forest would remove him from Absolon’s goal.
    “She will never be yours, Absolon. Bess loves me.”
    The knowledge of that was galling to Absolon. “You’re not even a real man. You’re a thing, a monster who can only be with her in the day. What about the nights, William, when a woman needs a man and not an animal?” Absolon could see that the other man flinch momentarily. Absolon beckoned one of the two henchmen he had brought with him. He did not require them for this battle but he did need the two swords they carried. One for him, one for his