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from the conversation before Red was tempted to pummel Speck. “I’d say that’s more than troublemaking. He tried to kill her and if you weren’t inebriated, you’d have seen that. It takes a lot of liquor to have that result but you were ten minutes from passing out drunk when we came through the door.”
    “That’s my business, not yours.”
    “You’ve made it mine when you sat there watching and did nothing to save her.”
    “It would have been quick…unlike what Donovick’s planned for her. She exposed them and put Officer Donovick in a difficult position. He’s ready to explode and if he gets his hands on her, it will be worse than anything Reaper could have done.”
    Carran kept his face blank, not offering any sign that Speck just gave him another tidbit of information he could use to save the woman. “So he’s working with Donovick then? Seems unlikely a wolf pack would bring a human on to help them. They like the thrill of the hunt too much to give someone else the joy.”
    “No.” Speck dropped onto the chair and reached into his pocket for a flask. “Stacie ran into her cousin today…Officer Donovick. He was coming out of the hospital as she was going in. Stacie is, you could say, the black wolf of the family, but she and her cousin have remained somewhat close since she distanced herself from the pack. She told Reaper and when he saw her, things just got out of control. He offered to take her for a ride…”
    “You mean take her to Donovick?” Carran pressed, wanting to hear him say it. “And you’d have stood by while he handed over an innocent woman to a pack of angry wolves?”
    “It’s not my problem.” He took a long swig from his flask. “My leap is small and we’d stand no chance against a pack that size. In this world, you do what you have to do in order to survive.”
    “Where is Donovick? Why does he want me…” Her words trailed off.
    “Dead?” Speck supplied. “You filed a police report that could cost him his job, that could out his kind, and now you’re standing there wondering why he wants retribution. You deserve everything that’s coming to you.” Speck brought the flask toward his mouth but stopped before he pressed it to his lips. “Take her and get out of here before I alert the pack to your presence, too. The fun they could have with the two of you, while he takes his anger out on the woman. Now that could keep the pack off my people for a while.” He appeared to be debating whether or not to make the call.
    “Go ahead. Call them. See how that works out for you.” Red went to the door, opened it, and looked out to make sure things were clear. “Let’s go.”
    Carran tipped his head toward the exit, signaling her to go ahead. “Things are changing,” he told Speck. “You might want to consider whose side you’re on, otherwise you could find your leap at the mercy of others…and I can promise you, the pack will be the least of your problems.”
    “That’s tiger business, not mine.” Speck tipped the flask back, finishing the last drop, and tossed it across the room. “I’ve got enough to deal with, without worrying about what’s happening with your species.”
    With better things to do, Carran headed for the door, keeping the leopard in his sights. One day, the drunk would realize that if he’d spent more time dealing with shifter issues and less time with the bottle, things would have been different. Carran only hoped it wasn’t the leap that suffered.
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    T he cool air whipped around Brooklynn as she stood in the doorway of Reaper’s, not sure if she was safer inside or outside. Reaper could have killed her if they hadn’t shown up, but what kind of danger was she in now? She wanted to turn back and ask the older man what he meant when he said he knew who they were and didn’t want any trouble. What kind of trouble? Who were they? Tigers.
    Shifters—she knew what kind of trouble they could bring. She had already been tossed across