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tormentor’s face. When he opened his eyes wide, all he saw was darkness, and he found it hard to breathe.
    A voice came close to his ear and whispered, “Thanks for coming to us and letting us know how important you are. It’s just a matter of time before we get your Alpha Corey.”
    He surged up in the bed shouting Devin’s name.
    Sunlight poured in through the window. Corey’s head pounded, and his mouth was cottony. He’d learned his lesson about taking too much medication on an empty stomach. When a shower didn’t restore him but at least allowed him to see straight, he dressed and headed toward the main hall for breakfast. The nightmares of the night had been just that, he decided.
    After sitting down to his morning meal of eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast, he tucked into it. When half the plate had been consumed, he drained his coffee cup and requested another. The hot liquid spilled over the side, and he looked up to reprimand the woman who served him and found it was Corrin. So she’d found a place to help out. He was glad.
    “How’s it going for you here, Corrin? Everything okay?”
    The paleness of her beautiful face showed anything but contentment. Corey tried dredging up warmer interest in her but found it lacking. She mumbled an apology for making a mess and mopped it up with rag. “Okay, thanks.”
    She turned to walk away, but stopped and looked back at him like she wanted to ask a question but was intimidated. Corey had to admit after last’s night frustration and lack of sleep, he wasn’t in the best of moods. He didn’t have a whole lot of patience for the way Corrin behaved. He’d seen her speaking freely with Devin, and even some of the other women around the homestead. Why did she have to act like he’d chew her head off?
    “Was there something else?” he asked, realizing too late his tone was gruff.
    She squared her shoulders and approached the table. Attagirl, you’re a wolf. Act like it.
    “I’m worried about Devin,” she blurted out.
    The pain in his head intensified. “Of course you are. Look, just like I told him—”
    “He didn’t come home last night.”
    Corey stopped talking, and a flash of the horrible dream went through his head. He was about to demand more of an explanation from her, when one of his men burst into the main hall, banging the door against the wall. All conversation stopped, and heads turned his way.
    “ Laramie ’s dead!”
    Exclamations erupted. Corey surged to his feet and abandoned his breakfast and Corrin. “Show me,” Corey demanded of his man. Several followed as they made their way out to the sight, a few hundred yards past their boundaries. The fact that there had been a fight was obvious. Blaine moved up beside him and stooped to brush away crushed leaves and broken branches. A paw print had been left in the dirt. “See that?” Blaine said unnecessarily. He took a deep breath, pulling in the scents around them, and Corey did the same.
    He picked up a strong whiff of Devin. He could pick it out anywhere. Had Devin been involved in Laramie ’s murder? Corey didn’t think he would betray them.
    “The body’s back here,” his man called. They moved farther into the wooded area which was not policed by his people. On the other side of a narrow stream was Laramie —or what was left of him.
    Corey swore. The dirt and greenery had been stained red, more than enough there to end even a shifter’s life. He traced the movements of the wolves that had done this by what they had left behind and found more blood. Blaine had stayed by his side the entire time, and it seemed they both identified a new problem at the same instance.
    Devin’s scent again. Corey stooped and picked up a bit of stained branch. He smelled it, and his canines lengthened and grew longer and pointed in an instant. The dreams he’d had came into sharp focus. “This is Devin’s blood. They have him!”
    Rage descended over Corey’s consciousness. He saw nothing but red,