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     late and Rich and his master Jonathan had been there, unexpected, to show her what
     she could be. They showed her a side she had never seen. Something exotic, different,
     tainted. At first she had enjoyed it, but deep down she knew it had been wrong. Her
     body had loved the pleasure that they gave her. Rich had been her soul mate , both blood witches in the same town. It had to mean something. Jonathan had been
     her lover. Human bodies weren’t meant to mate with wereanimals, even in human form,
     they were rough. However, she was not a normal human, and she enjoyed the pain. Then
     there came the bloodletting, and the dark magic.
    She grabbed Persuasio n by Jane Austen off the bedside table, and after bunching her pillows around her,
     she started reading. Lately her only comfort was Miss. Austen. Persuasion was her favorite below Pride & Prejudice . Before her new life had started, her awakening into the Opposite Side, she felt
     her life was exactly like Anne Elliot. When she had been normal she had been just
     a regular plain, young lady. Her family cared little for her. Except as help to pay
     bills, they really had no use for her. She had always been the odd one out. So when
     Richard introduced her to the Opposite Side, she thought she had stepped into a fairy
     tale, because she was pretty to them. Actually, her power was. Sometimes she wished
     she never came into her power.
    She was getting to the part when Anne finally left to Bath to be with her father and
     older sister when her phone rang. Irritated she looked at the number, and noticed
     it didn’t have an ID. “Hello?”
    “Leslie,” whispered a small, frightened voice. “Here in Snelling, is rogue werebear.
     Hurry, help.”
    It sounded like a troll. “Where are you?” She jotted down what he hissed to her quickly
     before hanging up.
    She didn’t like to drive much—she liked being in the passenger seat—driving made her
     nervous. The whole reason she learned is that she could stop relying on people to
     take her places. And right at the moment, she was angry with Collin and Patrick. She
     arrived in Snelling thirty-five minutes later, as the sun started to rise. She drove
     down the quiet main street, passing the store and the once Freezie burger place. Her
     GPS told her to take a right, and so she did. When she finally stopped, she pulled
     up beside the river. Frowning, she checked her gun before getting out of the car.
     Magic was good, but sometimes it still didn’t stop certain things. Taking a deep breath,
     she got out of the car and started walking to the edge.
    She looked around for a bit and finally found a trail down to the river. The trail
     turned rough and sharp, sloping downward. She gave out a small prayer to the Goddess
     and started down. Her feet slid out under her once, but she managed to catch herself.
     The fact that she made it to the bottom alive seemed a huge miracle for her. She paused,
     looking at the slow moving water. The river was high, but not as high as it would
     be in a month when the snow really started to melt. Other than the wet sounds of the
     river, the night seemed eerily quit.
    She closed her eyes, and sniffed the air. She knew it seemed very inhuman, and she
     never did it with the others around. She smelled human sweat, river water, dead leaves,
     new growth, mud, a decomposing animal, and blood. She turned toward the smell and
     started walking. She finally came to a small, dilapidated shack after about half a
     mile. The brush and undergrowth seemed heavier here, and she had to cut through it
     quietly, knowing she was probably doing a bad job at it. Rustling to her left made
     her pull her gun. It got closer as she undid the safety. She smelled and felt power,
     and then those lively greenish gold eyes blinked at her over the muzzle of her gun.
    “Nathan, what the hell are you doing here?” she whispered, clicking on the safety
     and holstering the gun.
    “I got a call that there was