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an irritating mosquito.
    Clayne ground his jaw. He hadn’t wanted to get rough, but Tanner wasn’t giving him a choice. He balled his hand into a fist and punched Tanner across the jaw with everything he had. His hand felt like he’d rammed it into a brick wall, so Clayne knew Tanner had to have felt it. But while Tanner’s head rocked back, it didn’t seem to have fazed him. He glared at Clayne, then took a swipe at him. Clayne ducked just in time. If Tanner’d raked anything important with those long-ass claws, the DCO would be looking for a new wolf shifter.
    Clayne punched Tanner hard in the ribs, then danced out before the counterstrike came. That was when the cavalry arrived. Trevor jumped on Tanner’s back, while someone else got him around the knees. The next thing Clayne knew, there were a half-dozen men piling on top of the enraged hybrid. But Tanner still wouldn’t go down.
    Clayne slammed his shoulder into Tanner’s solar plexus with enough force to send the hybrid tumbling to the ground. He grabbed a fistful of Tanner’s long hair and twisted, doing everything he could to keep those fangs away from anything soft and squishy. On the other side of him, Maxwell was using all his strength to keep one of Tanner’s arms pinned to the dirt. The other men were wrestling to hold his legs down. Even with all of them, Clayne wasn’t sure they were going to be able to restrain the DCO’s pet hybrid. Tanner was insanely strong, and it was damn near impossible to stop a guy like that when no one wanted to hurt him. But it was starting to look like that wasn’t going to be an option for much longer.
    Someone else jumped on Tanner’s chest. Clayne caught a glimpse of blond hair and realized it was Zarina.
    “Dammit, Zarina!” Clayne snarled. “Get back before you get yourself killed.”
    Instead of obeying, she put her face close to Tanner’s and whispered softly to him. Clayne could barely hear anything over the growls, grunts, and cussing going on, but when he finally tuned his exceptional hearing in to what she was saying, he realized the doctor was speaking Russian, which he didn’t understand a lick of. Although cooing was probably a better word for it. Like she was comforting a child. Whatever she said, it worked. Tanner relaxed and stopped struggling. The red eyes, the fangs, and the claws—along with the really bad attitude—disappeared.
    Clayne wasn’t ready to release him yet, though. The other DCO agents holding him down clearly weren’t, either. If anything, they used the opportunity to get a firmer grip on Tanner.
    “You can let him go.” Zarina’s voice was almost as soft as it had been when she’d comforted Tanner. “He won’t hurt you.”
    Clayne hesitated. Tanner seemed as if he were back in control of the beast inside him. Besides, they couldn’t sit on him the rest of the day. Hoping he was doing the right thing, Clayne relaxed his grip and sat back on his heels. The other men looked unsure but slowly did the same. Clayne frowned as they checked each other for injuries. Jake seemed to have gotten the worst of it if the way he was holding his side was any indication. He had broken ribs for sure. Ed was standing a little funny, too. Maxwell was the only member of his team who looked like he was still in one piece. No surprise there. Shifters didn’t go down easy.
    Clayne turned his attention back to Tanner. If the look of horror on his face was any indication, the man was torn up over what he’d done. Clayne knew where he was coming from. There’d been a shitload of times in his life when the animal inside him had taken over and he’d been forced to live with the consequences afterward.
    As he watched, Zarina gently brushed Tanner’s hair back from his forehead, completely unconcerned that moments ago he’d been a raving monster. She seemed to be the only one who could control Tanner—or at least get through to him—when he went into a rage.
    “You injured,