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squeezed Selene’s hand.
    â€œThanks, but I have a feeling your dad is going to prove to be a challenge. Marking or no marking.”
    And then there was Tarron and his damned matchmaking to contend with.
    She wondered what the commander would think about
that
.
    Something told her she’d better keep that tidbit under wraps where a certain possessive wolf was concerned.

Three
    T he ride to the site where they were to intercept the hunters was short—but it was long enough to recall every moment Nick had spent in Calla’s company this afternoon.
    Was this woman for real? All he could think was,
She’s too perfect. Too beautiful. She has to possess at least one flaw.
    Then he’d lost his head. Pushed her against the tree and devoured her mouth like the starving wolf he was. Fucking hell, it had been so long since he’d felt such a strong connection to a woman. Like he had to have her or he’d go crazy.
    His wolf hadn’t been able to get close enough, either. Immediately he was rubbing all over her, leaving so much of his scent on her that every shifter within miles of her would know who the hell she belonged to. He had to mark her or lose his mind.
    And then he’d felt her tense. As his tongue explored her delicious mouth, he’d actually touched one of her fangs as it lengthened. Her need to bite him became a palpable thing.
    There was her flaw, he remembered.
    Calla was a vampire. As such, she’d need to feed from her mate, eventually.
    And she’s my mate. If there was any question before, there isn’t now. My wolf is howling with the need to be with her. To claim her for us. Then she’d have to claim me, too, as vampires do.
    Sink her fangs into my neck. Drink from me.
    Like Carter.
    He couldn’t let that happen. The very idea made his gut writhe as though filled with poisonous snakes. And yet, if he didn’t claim her, he’d eventually get mating sickness. He was much older, could hold out longer than the turned wolves on his team, but not forever.
    Had Calla saved his life for nothing, then? What was the point in living if he couldn’t work past the horror of what Carter had done to him?
    What am I going to do?
    â€œWe’re here! Get ready!” Jax shouted.
    Nick slid from his seat and grabbed the M16 off his shoulder. Sometimes a direct assault and good old-fashioned firepower was the best tactic. That was what they were doing with the hunters since there wasn’t time to set down miles away andcome in quiet. The coven that was under siege was out of time.
    They flew in low, balls to the wall, and let the bullets fly. It wasn’t too difficult to tell who the bad guys were—they were the armed ones shooting back. The humans were dressed in cammo, too. Real original. Bullets pinged off the sides of the Huey. One missed Nick’s head, so close he swore he felt the heat from its passing.
    He fired off round after round, hitting more than he missed. Hunters dropped like puppets with their strings cut, and he felt nothing. No sympathy. He thought of Rambo in the movie declaring they’d drawn first blood, and that was how he viewed the matter.
    They started it. We’ll finish it.
    With Aric at the controls, the Huey Nick was riding in circled around, making another pass at the wide-open spaces between the buildings of the coven. Most soldiers who weren’t dead were on the run, headed for the trees, guns slung over their backs.
    Except one. Nick saw the bastard take aim in his direction a split second too late. A punch seared his chest and he was thrown backward, onto the cold metal floor. His weapon clattered from his hand. Hammer’s shouts reached Nick’s ears, but he couldn’t understand what his friend was saying. He tried to push up. Couldn’t move.
    â€œStay down!” Hammer’s frantic face loomed over him.
    â€œVest,” he gasped, trying to raise his arm. “I’m okay.”
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