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in Mexico for the last five years. There were seven others in their team, but only the three of them, along with their Sergeant, Ryder Thomson, another Were—one who kept to himself—had been transferred here.
    They were the only Were representatives of the Eternal Forces stationed in all of Maine, minus Ren Carter, their commander. None of them had ever met the man. He lived farther up north somewhere. Other sanctions of the force had an equal representation of their own scattered about the state. Cain had yet to see any of them around these parts.
    There was definitely a large group of Immortal civilian Weres residing here. That was to be expected, though. There weren’t a lot of volatile outbreaks in these parts, even on the full moon, when their blood ran hot and instinct ruled them.
    “Hey, boys, can I get you anything?” A waitress approached them. A coppery scent followed her, alerting him of her species. Vampire . She was wearing a tiny scrap of blood-red fabric over her chest that hardly covered her hard nipples. A matching thong left little to the imagination. Dark brown waves fell to her waist. Cain’s blood heated again. His eyes latched on to her pebbled nipples. He was ready for another go, even though he’d fucked the blonde twice back in the motel room.
    “Yeah, there’s something you could get me.” He licked his lips in anticipation. Sparrc shook his head. Cain ignored him. He’d been forced to abstain the night before due to the full moon. Duty called. A group of teenage Werewolves had snuck out and gone for a run on the most volatile night of the month and ended up getting in a fight with a pack of Ghouls. No one was hurt, but the Ghouls were pissed, the teens were covered in the disgusting green goop Ghouls used to protect themselves, and Cain was stuck with a shit-ton of paperwork that took all night. In other words, his sexual appetite was far from satisfied.
    In a quick swoop he pulled the vampire into his lap, placed his lips on her neck, and shoved a hand between her thighs. She giggled and leaned into him. Her skin was pale and flawless, smooth like porcelain, and cool against his hot skin. Vampires weren’t his favorite lay, but he wasn’t one to be picky. His cock responded, becoming hard as steel against her backside.
    “You got a back room in this place?” he asked her, even though he knew the answer. And then he was following her through the busy bar. He couldn’t keep the smug look off his face as he ran a hand through his hair. Cain knew he would never tire of getting his way.

Chapter 3

    Kiera’s body jolted from the restless sleep she’d fallen into. For a moment she lay in her big bed with her heart threatening to beat out of her chest. What did I dream about? She couldn’t remember what had made her wake so suddenly, until she felt the uncomfortable bubbling in the pit of her stomach.
    She lurched out of bed, dropping her beloved blanket on the floor, and scrambled for the bathroom. Her stomach gave a painful squeeze that had her gripping her mouth with one hand. I’m not going to make it. She diverted to the closest trash can and managed to reach it before the heaving began. She loved Little Debbie’s oatmeal cream pies, but not when she had to regurgitate them in her kitchen. Kiera gripped the sides of the plastic container as if it was the last thing she would ever hold on to until the heaving subsided a bit. The thin plastic sack stuck to her fingers like a second skin when she tried to pull away.
    “Kiera, oh my gosh, are you okay?”
    Kiera looked away from the mush in the trash to see Maryline standing at the top of the stairs, her arms full of bags. She tried to answer, but her stomach gave another heave, this time bringing up nothing but air.
    “Here, I’ll just …”
    Hands touched Kiera’s hair, pulling it out of her face. Her stomach gave one final lurch, again bringing up nothing, but sending burning bile to the back of her throat. She rocked back