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Dane’s jaw tightened, a low growl building in his throat—the sound of a man fighting his own genetic imperative. “For two years, I’ve tracked you from the shadows, kept other hunters off your trail. I told myself it was duty. That you were a loose end.”

“The Elders can go to hell.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “It’s our pack now. Our rules.” lora leigh books

The safe house smelled of ozone, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of fear. Dane’s jaw tightened, a low growl building in