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with equal coolness. “Or have you forgotten?”
    “I never heard the names.”
    “Best you hear them and remember them.” Micah tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes on the man. “Micah Castrove.”
    “Ah, that’s right. You and the other are brothers.” The man looked around his property in silent surveillance. “Where is the other?”
    “Don’t be concerned with him. I’m the one standing in front of you.”
    “Keep up the fucking lip, bro, and I don’t give a shit whether you’re mate to my sister or not. I’ll fucking castrate you… where you stand .”
    “And next time you leave her scent uncovered for those rebels to track, I’ll fucking peel back your throat,” Micah countered. “You put her in danger. What kind of guardian are you?”
    “I’m a guardian checking out the competence level of her proposed mates,” the man sneered. Micah didn’t miss the flash of wolf treading extremely close to this guy’s surface. The tension intensified. The hair on his arms bristled. His own fur began to grow. His teeth tapered into lethal fangs. “But even after covering her trail, I question your stupidity for engaging members of my pack.”
    “You were a fucking fool to have them stalk us while with her.”
    “Don’t flash me your fangs, pup. I’ll be glad to remove them with my fingers,” the man growled. He leaned into Micah. “And I don’t use anesthetics.” He brought his feet under him, constricting the space between them. Micah noted the man’s stature, a solid, muscular build that almost matched his own brawn. “Learn your manners when you pay a visit to another’s home. Come back here with threats, you’ll learn the hard way just how lucky you were tonight to walk away without a scratch.”
    The man shouldered past him. Micah simmered in his heated anger for a split moment before grabbing his arm. A deep rumbling growl reverberated through the man’s body, not the least bit intimidating to Micah.
    “I’ve heard rumors about you through the wolf communities. Some dubbed you the Guardian. Death Dealer is another, more melodramatic signature. Regardless, much of what these wolves have said bordered on superstition. They believe the whites were slaughtered during the Blood Moon massacre. You have a reputation that frightens any wolf with half a brain.” Micah said. He turned to face the man. His blood was running cold in his veins, his patience thinning. He came to find out who this man was, not butt heads.
    “You don’t fall into that category, then.”
    “No, because you don’t frighten me. Many know of you, but what do you know of me?” Micah snickered under his breath as the man finally looked back at him, mouth set in a firm line. His jaw ticked and even in this dull moonlight, he could see a faint red tinge the man’s cheeks. “Nothing, correct?” Micah released his arm and took a step back. “That’s because anyone who crosses me, or my brother, doesn’t live to tell about it. Consider yourself lucky I didn’t slaughter those two who sacked us tonight. Had I not caught the similar scent between you and your sister, you and your men would’ve been another lost body.”
    “Is that a threat?”
    Micah shrugged a shoulder and arched a brow. “You challenged our, oh what did you call it, competence . I’d suggest you relax a dozen notches or so before someone gets hurt. And it won’t be Slade, your sister, or myself. She will be protected. If you love her as much as I suspect, you’ll work with us rather than against.”
    At last, Micah tipped his head and took a long, deep breath. As the air seeped out of his lungs, a calm settled over him. He had made his point, put his hand on the table, and now waited for this man’s response. One way or another, he’d claim what was his. No brother would stand in the way of what the spirits wished of him.
    “She wouldn’t have sustained the injuries she had tonight if we were with her. As it was, we’re lucky we got