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blinked slowly and released her, dragging his fingertips sensually down her forearm. “Thank you.”
    “No problem.” She cleared her throat, trying to get rid of the quaver in her voice.
    He continued to hold her gaze. “You have beautiful eyes. It’s uncommon to have dark hair and blue eyes, isn’t it?”
    “Uh, yes, it is.”
    He nodded and turned away.
    She swallowed hard and took stock of her surroundings as the huge white wolf ambled across the grass toward the forest. A rough hewn log house with a large porch stood in the middle of a large lawn dotted through with flowers. She recognized this place as where her visions always took place. A large building stood not far away. The forge. That’s where the men created tools from metal. She suspected they made their livelihood from that.
    The place seemed hand constructed, yet beautiful and perfect. On such a property, she would have expected to see a barn, livestock, farming, but there was no evidence of those things. Just the house and the forge. Maybe horses and cows objected to being kept by wolves?
    And that was the oddest thought she’d had in a while.
    Smoke curled from the chimney of the house and Kaitlyn realized for the first time that it was chilly here. Apparently she’d been too distracted by events to register the temperature at first, and the wolf’s body had kept her warm on the journey. On the other side of the rainbow it was high summer. Here, it was edging close to winter.
    Rafian had disappeared. She thought Lucas had gone into the house while she’d been gawking. If she wanted, she guessed she could leave. She glanced at the forest. Right. And go where? Walk into the creepy alien woods all alone, or stay with the two gorgeous men who’d protected her? Even if this situation was pretty strange, no decision had been easier to make.
    She walked toward the cozy looking abode. “Hello,” she called as she entered.
    Nothing.
    She stepped into a sizable kitchen that opened into a large living room. Soft looking couches and chairs dotted the area. A huge stone fireplace dominated the far wall, filling the entire space with flicking flames and bone soothing warmth. A set of rough hewn wood stairs led to a loft, where she could see a table, books and a bed. A corridor to her right led down to a few darkened rooms.
    “Do you like it?”
    She jerked at the sound of a man’s voice and whirled around. There stood the blond man, Rafian, now in human form. She glanced down and turned her face away. He had no reason to be modest either.   “Don’t you guys believe in clothing?”
    “Fabric is always destroyed when we shift. It is used by the magic it takes.”
    “You must go through a lot of clothes.”
    “Yes, but it’s a small sacrifice for the majesty of wolf form.”
    She met his gaze. “You’re Rafian.”
    He stared at her, oddly intent, then nodded once. “You know us from the unveilings, as we know you. We’ve spent time educating ourselves about your culture and ways, learning your language.”
    “Unveilings?”
    “When the curtain that parts our worlds rips a little and mates are drawn together. You could see us sometimes, as we could see you. It’s a way to ease the path to mate-hood, make things easier for us to join.”
    “ Mates. There’s the word again.”
    “Too much, too soon,” came Lucas’s voice from the corridor.
    She turned and found him standing with a towel wrapped around his midsection and glistening as through he’d just showered. Kaitlyn frowned at him. “Not nearly enough, you mean. I want answers and I want them now.”
    One side of his mouth hitched up and it made her heart stutter for a moment. “Women of your world are very demanding. Here you must know when to allow a man to protect you.”
    Oh, no . Had he seriously allowed those words to leave his mouth?
    “Have I slipped back a couple centuries in time as well into another world? You give me information. I will make decisions about how best to