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doubted this useless human male had the aim and
strength required to stick the silver blade in his heart. He was
just a worthless piece of shit who thought that a poor woman living
alone on a deserted street would be easy prey. Brad should just
finish him off. He was nothing but a waste of oxygen. And a waste
of his time.
    Brad turned back to the human
woman. He wanted to make sure she was okay. The woman was clutching
her bag protectively in front of her, her eyes showing too much
white.
    Her bun had come loose and
tendrils of silky, black hair fell across her pretty, heart-shaped
face. Her long-sleeved blouse was ripped, and her slacks were torn
at the knees. The woman was petite and curvy, and she had a
beautiful, exotic face.
    As Brad stared at her, her
eyes grew even rounder and her arm shot up suddenly. “Look
out! Behind you!”
    Brad jerked as he felt a
searing pain in his side. He twisted round and saw the hilt of a
knife sticking out from his body. The hooligan had taken a run at
him and buried his silver knife in his side. Brad bellowed. The
silver hadn't hit his heart, so it wouldn't kill him. But it hurt
and the pain made him mad as hell.
    Brad gritted his teeth and
bore the burning pain in his side as he prowled towards the thug.
The man stared at the knife buried in Brad's side and gulped. He was
probably wondering why Brad hadn't keeled over and died. The look of
bewilderment and dismay on his face was almost comical. Brad would
have laughed if he wasn't in so much pain.
    With a growl, Brad lunged at
the man. The man screamed and fled. Brad had never seen anyone run
so fast, arms flailing and screaming bloody murder.
    He was about to give chase
when he felt a tiny hand at his side. “Y-you're hurt. I have
to get this out. It's a silver blade, and...you're a shifter.”
    Her voice was like silk,
soft, gentle, caressing.
    Brad turned to growl at her
but she didn't flinch. “Thank you for saving me. Now let me
repay you and save you right back. I'll get the knife out.”
    Before Brad could respond,
she braced her palm against his shoulder and wrapped her fingers
round the knife handle. Her touch was warm and comforting, and
without realizing it, Brad found himself leaning into her, wanting to
get closer to her.
    He inhaled her lush female
scent and closed his eyes. As far as he could tell, this woman was
human. Yet, there was something beneath her human scent, a whisper
of a predator…
    Brad tried to identify that
strange scent but it floated away on the breeze and vanished.
    He shook his head hard. He
hadn't imagined it. It was there, just for a moment…
    The woman was counting under
her breath. “One, two, three!”
    She stumbled back and
staggered a few paces before regaining her balance. Blinking up at
Brad, she gave him a small smile and held something up for his
inspection.
    It was the dripping, silver
knife.
    She had been true to her
word.
    The little human had yanked
the knife out and saved him right back.

CHAPTER
THREE

    Lisha held the bloody knife
in her hand and stepped back. The imposing bear in front of her
shuddered violently and dropped to its knees. The brown fur rippled
and vanished, and the bear shifted suddenly to its human form. A
tall, muscular man with tanned skin and tawny hair knelt on the
ground, panting and wincing. There was a deep, ugly wound in his
side, and he looked a little pale from the blood loss.
    Lisha ran forward to help him
up. “Let me help you back to my apartment. I can wash your
wound and bandage it,” she said, slipping under his heavy arm
to support him. The man made a guttural sound of pain, and she heard
him suck in a sharp breath as she hauled him unsteadily to his feet.
    The man started to shake his
head, but Lisha persisted in dragging him towards her building. “Let
me dress your wound. It's the least I can do. You saved my life.”
    The man closed his eyes as he
dragged more air into his lungs. Lisha knew the man was sniffing
her. He was a shifter, and