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single place longer than a couple months, kept her heart shielded and her spirit on high alert. Jordan was the only one she could trust, could love. If she ever lost him…
    “I know you’re itching to get some rest. I’ll unwind myself and doze off in a little while.” Kasa pressed out of his embrace and smiled up at him. “Go home. Have your beer. Call a girl. Do whatever it is that helps you unwind. You need it, too.”
    “No girls tonight.”
    “Too late?”
    “No longer in the mood.”
    “Well, isn’t that a shame for whoever the prospective visitor might’ve been.” Kasa chuckled. She nudged Jordan toward her door. “Get outta here. I want my alone time.”
    He laughed heartily, making his way to the door. He glanced back as he stepped into the frigid night. “Hey, don’t be blastin’ that rock music of yours tonight, okay? It hurts my ears.”
    “I’ll spin the dial as far as it’ll go just for you.” She reached up on her toes and smacked a kiss on his cheek. “Night brother, protector, immovable mountain of stubborn fur.”
    “Night sister, wiseass, and the one who’ll turn me prematurely gray.”
    A few minutes later, Kasa danced around the kitchen to one of her favorite tunes blasting through the stereo speakers, singing in her usual off-key style. She snagged a piece of steak here and there, a chug of beer between lyrics. Her muscles had loosened up nicely and she moved fluidly to the beat. Still, nothing could completely erase the weight of her failure or the strange encounter with the two wolves.
    The song came to an end. She spun around with a smile.
    “Next time, I’ll get in and get them all out,” she murmured, tipping the long-neck against her lips. The cold beer spilled down her throat. “I will.”
    A new song filled the cabin, but the vibrant blend of electric guitars, keyboards, and drums was disrupted by a sharp knock on her front door. She sighed. Brother, you really need to let loose once in a while.
    A second round of knocks resounded.
    “Yeah, Jor, I’m coming. Gimme a minute.” Kasa wove around the counter and hurried to answer the insistent knocking. She slid back the bolt lock and yanked the door open.
    Her breath seized in her lungs. Her heart palpitated, sending a rush of weakness over her. Her vision dimmed, quivered, blurred.
    The beer bottle slid from her hand.
    “Well, well. Look who I’ve found.”

    * * * *

    Micah watched the man climb the tree-shrouded hill separating this small living quarter from the even smaller one down the hill. The breeze strengthened as the night progressed, whipping through the towering spruces and firs, whistling a haunting song. There had been much bloodshed tonight, putting him in a foul mood.
    The scent of that white stirred in the night, surrounding him, plaguing him. His mouth watered to taste her again. His fingers itched to touch her. Hell, his cock was solid as a block of ice waiting to sink into something hot and wet. She was his only saving grace at the moment.
    Business first.
    The man paused halfway up the hill. He lifted his head and angled his face to the sky. The reflective lenses of his eyes flashed a rainbow of color before locking on him. The hint of moonlight peeking out from behind clouds cast the man’s face in an icy white glow. He was a rugged wolf, a cruel wolf. One with a reputation of mauling anything that posed a threat to the woman under his care.
    That woman belongs to us .
    The man approached him. Micah slid off the hood of his truck and met him by the side of the cabin. Tension sizzled like live electrical wires. Every muscle in Micah’s body thrummed with his hunter’s instinct, keeping him alert to any possible threat. The man mirrored his territorial stance, the warning radiating from his cold amber eyes.
    “I don’t suppose it’s in your nature to ask my permission to see my sister,” the man growled. His upper lip twitched. “Who are you?”
    “You know who I am,” Micah responded