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supernatural about the whole situation. He could hear Boris grunting, “Kill it.”
    But he couldn’t. Murder a seemingly unarmed woman, alone on a rocky perch?
    It was too easy.
    Way too easy.
    And not right.
    Who and what is she?
    He both wanted to know and, at the same time, desperately wanted to run away.
    Ever had the feeling your life was about to drastically change? Yeah, he had that feeling, and he didn’t like it one bit. Problem was uneasiness didn’t mean he’d take the coward’s route.
    Brody lived for danger. Reveled in it. And this situation screamed danger, despite its benign appearance thus far.
    Despite the teeth-thrumming vibe coming off the woman, he crept as close as he could to her prone figure. He took a deep breath and then wrapped his arms around her. A jolt of awareness slammed into him. It stole most of his breath, leaving him only with enough to mutter, “Gotcha.”
    Yet he couldn’t help but think he was the one captured instead.

Chapter Two
    The moment he made his decision to approach she was aware of him. All of the animals in the clearing were.
    Predator. He’s come among us. Run. Hide. Eek!
    The simple minds quavered in fear, and yet she held them tight. It drained her awfully to expend so much of her will and over such a vast area, but at the same time, how free she felt.
    So many sensations bombarded her, not hers, the animals. With but a touch of her mind, and a yank at their will, she could live through their eyes. Feel through their paws. Die during a futile attack.
    She’d already withdrawn her consciousness out of the creatures attacking Kodiak Point. She’d gotten them there, given them the order to attack, but she wouldn’t watch through their eyes or suffer as they got injured or died. She’d seen too much death already.
    Besides, the real reason for her presence approached. He’s behind me. He’s—
    Even though Layla had expected his touch, she couldn’t help a gasp when he grabbed her. She certainly never expected the flash of heat his contact would bring—nor how pleasant she would find it.
    Awareness flared to life, not the adrenaline-filled kind brought upon by the threat of danger, but the more erotic type. The awareness of a woman for a man, not something she’d truly experienced much, but given how much romance she read, definitely recognizable. Her captor exuded a certain aura—confidence, strength, masculinity—and it shocked her when she responded to it, responded to him, a stranger.
    “Gotcha!” The man’s warm breath fluttered by the lobe of her ear. It started a chain reaction, shooting a shiver straight through the length of her. If only you did have me.
    Because he was mistaken in who was truly captured. While the wolf might hold her, he would never get the chance to keep her.
    The master had plans for the shapeshifter, plans she could state with a degree of certainty wouldn’t end well for the guy.
    Another waste of a life to satisfy the sadistic nature of the master—the title was his idea. Someone had delusions of grandeur and wasn’t afraid to kill to achieve it.
    “You should run now while you can.” She tried to warn him. Her stab at rebellion.
    As expected, he didn’t listen. “Not likely, sweetheart.” He hugged her tighter, and silly her, she enjoyed it.
    I am such a slut for attention. How desperate am I that I feel such excitement for a stranger?
    Smarten up. She wasn’t here to enjoy herself. She was but a tool in an arsenal for revenge, and, if she completed this task, she’d be rewarded with a mixed bag of junk food. To those who took freedom for granted and judged her for being bought so cheaply, try pacing the interior of her ten-by-ten cage for a year before judging her.
    She’d do almost anything for a few pounds of chocolate or an excursion outside where she could breathe fresh air or feel sunlight on her skin.
    In this case, to receive her reward, all she had to do was send some simple wolves and other