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fingertips?"
    She
pulled her hand away and stepped back. Disoriented, she turned to break away
from the hold Granger placed on her. This wasn't how things worked. People met,
dated, and then fell in love. She scoffed. Life mate?

 
    Chapter
Three
    Keeping
a wide berth, Chloe walked past Granger and sat in her dad's recliner. She
pulled the afghan off the back and held it bunched up in her arms, tight
against her chest. Did she not get a choice about her life anymore? What did he
expect her to do? Go with him and give up the refuge?
    "Breathe.
I'm sorry for rushing all of this at you. I didn't want it to come to this."
    "But…?"
Her gaze never broke away from Granger. "You're not telling me everything.
Why now? What happened to make you approach me today? Was it the men who brought
me the wolf cub?"
    "Yes."
He moved over to the coffee table, sat, and forced her to turn in his
direction. "I believe the men are involved with a larger group that is
trying to get rid of my people."
    A
chill moved through her body. "Your people? The other shifters?"
    "Yes."
He leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. "They are wounding
animals on purpose to either gain entry into your refuge or to get a hold of
you. I'm not sure which yet."
    "Me?"
She shook her head. "I don't understand."
    Granger
stood. "There's a group of men that have found out about the Lynx clan. We've
kept them away from our area with guards stationed around the perimeter
twenty-four-seven, but we've heard their conversations and have stopped their
attempts to capture us."
    He
bent down on one knee. "That's how I found out they'd murdered your
father."
    She
shook her head. "My dad died from a sudden heart attack. I found him
inside the enclosure."
    "I'm
sorry." Granger stroked her leg. "I wish I could tell you differently,
but one of our men heard a few of their men talking about using a Taser gun on
him when he refused to hand over the shifter. Since I had already learned of
your existence when I found you running through the woods, I knew their
ultimate goal…was you. Finding out you ran a refuge made everything click. I've
been watching out for you ever since."
    She
shook her head wildly. "No, that isn't true. The doctor said he'd died
instantly from a heart attack." She wiped away a tear that escaped her
eye. "Why are you lying to me?"
    Granger
stood up and backed away. She glared. The doctor told her he'd died a few hours
prior to her finding him. She'd even asked for an autopsy, but he'd refused
based on her father's age and health records.
    "He
always forgot to take his high blood pressure medicine. I told him all the time
that he needed to take care of himself." She sobbed. "It was a heart
attack."
    Granger
came back to her and settled at her feet. "Sh…"
    She
lifted her head. "It's true, isn't it? You're telling me the truth."
    Staring
in his eyes, she believed him.
    He
nodded. "I didn't find out about it until afterward, or I would have
stopped them. The best thing I could do was protect you from a distance in the
meantime."
    "Me?"
She cocked her head. "Maybe one of the animals here is the shifter they
are after. No one knows about me. M-my dad was the only one who knew."
    He
shook his head. "I've already gone through all the animals. There are no
shifters among them."
    The
silence in the room pounded in her ears. Her hands fell to her lap at the
realization that she'd caused her father's death. She stared into Granger's
eyes, absorbing everything he'd told her.
    "Oh
God." She scooted out of the chair, slapped the hands that came out to
hold her, and ran out of the room, covering her mouth.
    She
barely made it to the toilet before losing the contents of her stomach. She
bent over and retched. Cool hands gathered her hair away from her face.
Struggling to inhale, she gagged.
    "Inhale
through your nose, Aningan. I'll help you. You're no longer alone."
    She
coughed and fought for breath. "I killed him."
    "No!
It's not your fault. This should not have
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