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and her beauty called to him—had been calling to him since he had met her. That need woke other things in his soul, loss and longing coming together. Michael answered Faelon’s call. He raised his voice to the sky and screamed it out to her. Screamed out everything he was: the death of his friends; his missing father; the confusion at the end of the war; his emotions, past and present; all of his needs; his need for Faelon. All of it went into his cry.
    When he walked over to her, drawn in a way he couldn’t explain, Faelon’s scent filled his nostrils —pine and wilderness—feeding his heart, building it into something stronger. More capable.
    He sniffed, leaning into the woman that couldn’t be. His shoulder touched hers, their cheeks met and her breath burned his neck. His arms wrapped her up of their own accord and he pulled her into an embrace, softly, a caress of movement that wouldn’t scare her away. She settled her weight against him, her chest pushing against his, her hands questing past his buttons and over his skin. A laugh escaped her throat, and a look of surprise crossed her face. But it didn’t keep the laugh from coming back, or her hands from warming his skin.
    Michael grabbed Faelon around the buttocks and slowly lifted her off the ground, and then pulled back to look at the woman in his arms. Arousal had warmed her eyes to the colour of dark gold in a setting sun. He raised a hand to her waist and hugged her closer as he walked into the house. Pressing his face into her slim neck, the soft flow of her muscles twitching under the pressure of his lips, he pushed into the softer curves of her body and felt a growl rise in her throat. She nipped his shoulder.
    “Ouch.”
    “Ouch,” she said. It was the sexiest growl he’d heard.
    He walked past the living area and the small bathroom , and eased Faelon to the bed. She flipped over into a crouch, facing him, her shoulders lower than her hips, the feral grin that had warned him off earlier now inviting him to play.
    He reached out to touch her. She nipped at his fingers. Michael felt a smile pull at his face. He crouched down beside the bed and looked at her, finding the gold of her eyes in the dim lighting that surrounded them. “What are you?”
    She didn’t answer this time, but eased towards him. She opened her mouth, her teeth sharp and deadly, brushing the skin of his nose. He heard her pull in his scent and then her teeth were around his throat, nuzzling him. Instead of pulling away, he returned the gesture, instinctively, his cheek sliding over her skin and his teeth finding their mark against h er throat. Then he kissed her, softly, a sensuous musk filling his nostrils. The feeling in his chest turned to an ache. A need he had never felt with another woman.
    She backed off, surprise widening her eyes and a sharp bark coming from her throat. “Please, what are you . . . ? But he couldn’t finish the question filling his mind as she came back and nuzzled his flesh, moving lower this time, pushing under his arm, lifting him. His chest ached even more at the renewed touch.
    He found his hands on her face, drawing her in and kissing her. The taste of her lips wild and her response unfettered as she returned his attention with a fierce joy.
    The loneliness he had been feeling, the ache and cry that had filled the night, disappeared as she pulled him towards her. Nothing else mattered to him at this moment than taking away the same feelings from the woman that folded into his arms as if she had always been there. And would always be.

Chapter 5 Faelon
    The warmth of the den was soon replaced with the spring sun caressing her fur, the wind an almost constant companion. It told her about the earth: the weather, when it might rain, or snow, what was food, what wasn’t. They had no enemies, not that Faelon knew of, with the protection of her sire and his mate as constant as the wind that read to her. But there were animals to be wary of—the