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scent before, she knew what it was. It smelled like her. A mixture of magic and evergreen.
    Werewolves.
    What were werewolves doing here? Who cared about that, would they want to meet her? Where were they?
    She scanned the perimeter of the house, looking for wolves, but all she saw were two men, one of them carrying what looked like a bundle of blankets in his arm. The bundle jerked and even from where she sat Vonda could see the man’s muscles bulge as he tightened his grip on his load. Sam growled.
    Elizabeth.
    Vonda looked at Sam and back at the men as they walked toward a car parked along the main road. She breathed in, thankful the wind carried the men’s scents to her and not hers to them. Sure enough, three different scents slammed into her nose, two werewolves and one scared girl. She should have picked up on that earlier.
    Sam darted through the grass, heading toward the men, Vonda following. This was worse than she thought. She hadn’t imagined this when Sam came to her, telling of Tom’s fear.
    These men were like her, she knew it, she smelled them. So why were they in human form? How could a werewolf stay in human form when the moon shone full and bright?
    She’d have to ask, after she knocked their asses down for stealing a little girl. What kind of perverts were they? Taking a kid like that. Where was Tom?
    Vonda didn’t care to think where he might be, or the condition he was in. She’d find Tom after she stopped these bastards.
    Legs churning, she overtook Sam, passing him as if he were a turtle on a sunny day. If she didn’t get a move on those perverts would have that girl in their car. Good thing she ran faster than the average wolf, although that steer in her stomach slowed her down.
    The giant man carrying Tom’s daughter laid her, blankets and all, in the backseat, and wrapped the seatbelt around her, while the other one got behind the wheel. Trying not to puke—not even a wolf should exercise after eating—Vonda sprinted toward the giant.
    The car’s engine turned over, headlights splashing over the ground, blinding her. She veered out of the bright path, noting the giant stood watching her, one hand on the car door.
    Vonda leapt, aiming for his throat. He took a step toward her, catching her around the neck and throwing her to the side. Vonda landed with a thud, the air knocked out of her. The vibration of his steps ran across her skin as he walked toward her but it was a little hard to move when she couldn’t breathe.
    As quickly as it left, the air rushed into her lungs and she rolled, standing up even though her legs felt like they would collapse. Ears back, she snarled at Giant Pervert as his voice resonated in her ears.
    “Where the fuck did you come from?”
    “What is it, Big G?” The man from the car hopped out, staring at them.
    She saw Sam leap at the man, slamming him into the car frame. The man let out a screech as he hit, the noise turning into a growl, followed by a yip.
    Sam, danger! Get Tom!
    A beefy hand clamped on the ruff of her neck, lifting her into the air. She put all four feet against GP’s chest and pushed as she snapped at his wrist.
    Blood gushed from his arm and he dropped her with a curse. She darted out of his reach, eyeing him for any sudden movement.
    Who the hell are you and why aren’t you a wolf? In case you didn’t notice the bloody moon’s full.
    “Someone needs to teach you a lesson, bitch. Who’s your pack leader?”
    Don’t have one. Why are you taking Elizabeth?
    “Why don’t you have a pack leader?”
    Because you’re the only werewolf I’ve met. Now give me back the girl and no one will get hurt.
    His teeth flashed. “Funny one, aren’t you. In case you didn’t notice you’re a bit outnumbered. And you didn’t answer my question, who’s your leader?”
    Maybe you’re just deaf. I said I’m my own leader, I answer to no one. Let me have Elizabeth, you perv.
    His brows carved a row in his forehead as he ignored her request.