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despite the seriousness of the situation. 
She was absolutely adorable and he was in deep shit because of it.  Yet, he
couldn’t seem to make himself care. “Wolf, not dog.  You were bitten by a
Lycan, not Lassie.”
     “Ha, ha, laugh it up big guy.  You don’t have to worry about
fleas.”
    Laughter rumbled out of him, surprising him as much as it seemed
to anger her.  Tambra stood in front of him, her golden hair tumbling wildly
down her back, clutching the comforter tightly to her breasts.  Her blue eyes
glittered with anger and Marcus fought the urge to pull her into his arms and
stroke her soft, creamy skin.  He clenched his hands into fists and kept still. 
She was still too pale, evidence of the weakness he knew was plaguing her but,
damn, she was magnificent.  A true warrior, ready to fight regardless of the
fact she couldn’t win. 
    His blood headed south as he remembered stripping her out of her
torn and bloody uniform, seeing her full breasts, tipped with pink nipples that
begged him to take them into his mouth.  Her tiny waist smoothing into shapely
hips and a firm and heart shaped ass.  He wondered how it would feel in his
hands.  Her legs were long and lean, he wanted them wrapped around him while he
filled her, wanted her screaming his name with her release.  She was
heartbreakingly beautiful and though he knew it was wrong, he was sorely
tempted to risk it just to feel her lips against his, her taste in his mouth.
              That was not going to happen, he reminded
himself, burying his attraction in the deep recesses of his being, where it
could be locked down tight.
    If Tambra survived the Rising, Fox would demand to take her,
acclimatize her to her new existence, and teach her the laws of living under
Lycan rule.  Marcus would never see her again.  
    The one bright spot was that Zeke, their guru for all things
tech, had found that Tambra had no living relatives.  No ties binding her to
her old life as she adjusted to her knew one.  Her father was deceased and her
mother had abandoned her when she was an infant. 
    “This is not funny,” Tambra spat, her back straight, chin held
high. “I will not be held against my will.  I’m a cop and people will look for me.  Do you want that kind of trouble?”
     “You are already trouble.  Just by breathing,” he growled.  “You
cannot leave here without an understanding of the world you are about to
enter.”
     “I get the feeling I’m getting deeper into that rabbit hole,” she
sighed.  “So, I’m turning into a werewolf at the first full moon right?”
     “Wrong.  You are becoming a Lycan.”  He held up a hand stopping
her questions before they even got started.  “You were bitten by a Pure Blood,
a Lycan.  In the Lycan world there is a structure much like that of a monarchy.
 You have the Pure Bloods, the royalty, who rule their Breed.  If a Lycan bites
a human, that turns the human into a Pure Blood, but if that same human bites
another human, then they are called a Were since they have more human DNA than
Lycan, and more limitations to what they can do.”
    “Like what?
    “Weres can only turn on a full moon, Lycan’s transformations are
not limited.  It’s not only wolves either.  There are many types of Breeds in
the shape shifting community that are identified as Weres and all have their
own unique structure, yet it is only the wolves or Lycans that consider other Weres
as beneath them.”  Marcus’s voice held bitterness.
    “You don’t agree with this, I take it.”
    “No.  I most definitely do not,” he stated firmly.
    She tilted her head, studying him as she digested everything he
just said.  His gut churned, instinct told him she was taking everything he had
thrown at her too calmly.  She was up to something, but he couldn’t tell what.
    “And what are you, Marcus Valerian?”
     “Much like you, I enforce the laws of our Breeds.  I am the
leader of this group.”
     “Makes