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I’m coming for you, little girl. I told you there’s nowhere you can run or hide from me. I am your true destiny. I am the one you will spend your life with. I. Am. Your. Mate.

“Fuck you,” I said, my muscles tense as I aimed smack in the middle of his chest.

Pop! Pop!

The howl the wolf emitted was unlike anything I’d ever heard; so primal in its agony, so angry in its majesty. As the beast fell, collapsing on the pavement, a wave of emotions swept through me.

Painful.

Uncertain.

Despondent.

I forced myself to back away, my arms still shaking as I continued to point the gun in his direction. He howled for a full minute, writhing on the ground. I couldn’t stand anymore, turning sharply and running toward the car.

There was a rush of wind directly behind me, another scattering of intense sensations rocketing through. I could feel the wolf’s torment as he called to me, but I also sensed his presence. He was closer, only a few feet away. How the hell had he survived the shots?

As if everything had fallen into slow motion, I shifted once again, prepared to shoot, until I realized there was no need.

I felt him, the man I’d longed for during the long nights of loneliness. I sensed his rage, his almost desperate need to protect me.

Stone…

And I knew that my world as I knew it was gone, replaced with a magical reality. As I slowly fell onto my knees, the gun slipping from my hand, I was forced to embrace the truth.

Two wolves lunged toward the beast, their lips curled back, exposing glistening sharp canines. In the light of the moon, I witnessed the attack, creatures of the night prepared to fight to the death.

All for my protection.

Monsters from my nightmares.

Saviors from my dreams.

Beasts of the night.

The Wolfen.

CHAPTER12

Stone

Exposed.

The word had never meant anything to me before, at least not in the sense of what I was feeling now. I took Vanessa into my arms, kicking the passenger door to Gregor’s truck closed as he pulled Vanessa’s car under the trees.

I stared up at the bright moon, issuing a slight growl. I’d sensed she was in danger the moment Max had walked onto the stairs.

I’d been connected with her to some degree, had felt the blood pumping through her veins. I’d also gathered a sense of her fear as well as a level of acceptance. She’d found a portion of what she’d been looking for.

As Gregor and I had raced toward the city, I’d been comforted by the fact she was still alive. Then there’d been nothing, as if she’d disappeared, but I’d known where to find her. I’d sensed exactly where she was, the peril surrounding her. Nothing was going to stop me from saving her.

My lover.

My angel.

My mate.

The moment she’d called for me, begging me to find her, my wolf had taken over. There was no stopping the transformation, no denying the burning desire to rip the asshole into shreds. I’d been able to smell him from a mile away, the stink he wore entirely different than that of a Wolfen. He hadn’t bothered to mask his scent. Why?