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question. “Was he angry that you had seen the boy?”
    â€œNo. He was…happy with the man who’d brought him in.” There had still been blood on Justin’s face and he stank with the excitement of the hunt.
    Leo had been happy when Justin had first brought Anna to him, too. It had been Justin who had been angry—he hadn’t realized she’d be a submissive wolf. Submissive meant that Anna’s place was at the very bottom of the pack. Justin had quickly decided he made a mistake when he Changed her. She thought he had, too.
    â€œI see.”
    For some reason she had the strange feeling that he did.
    â€œWhere are you now, Anna?”
    â€œAt a friend’s house.”
    â€œAnother werewolf?”
    â€œNo.” Then realizing he might think she’d told someone about what she was—something that was strictly forbidden—she hurried to explain. “I don’t have a phone at my place. My neighbor is gone and I’m taking care of her cat. I used her phone.”
    â€œI see,” he said. “I want you to stay away from Leo and your pack for right now—it might not be safe for you if someone figures out you called me.”
    That was an understatement. “All right.”
    â€œAs it happens,” the Marrok said, “I have recently been made aware of problems in Chicago.”
    The realization that she had risked everything unnecessarily made his next few words pass by her unheard.
    â€œâ€”I would normally have contacted the nearest pack. However, if Leo is murdering people, I don’t see how the other Chicago Alpha wouldn’t be aware of it. Since Jaimie hasn’t contacted me, I have to assume that both Alphas are involved to one degree or another.”
    â€œIt’s not Leo who’s making the werewolves,” she told him. “It’s Justin, his second.”
    â€œThe Alpha is responsible for the actions of his pack,” replied the Marrok coolly. “I’ve sent out an…investigator. As it happens he is flying into Chicago tonight. I’d like you to meet him.”
    Which was how Anna ended up naked between a couple of parked cars in the middle of the night at O’Hare International Airport. She didn’t have a car or money for a taxi, but, as the crow flies, the airport was only about five miles from her apartment. It was after midnight and her wolf form was black as pitch and smallish as far as werewolves were concerned. The chances of someone seeing her and thinking she was anything but a stray dog were slight.
    It had gotten colder, and she shivered as she pulled on the T-shirt she’d brought. There hadn’t been room in her small pack for her coat once she’d stuffed it with shoes, jeans, and a top—all of which were more necessary.
    She hadn’t ever actually been to O’Hare before, and it took her a while to find the right terminal. By the time she got there, he was already waiting for her.
    Only after she’d hung up the phone had she realized that the Marrok had given her no description of his investigator. She’d fretted all the way to the airport about it, but she needn’t have. There was no mistaking him. Even in the busy terminal, people stopped to look at him, before furtively looking away.
    Native Americans, while fairly rare in Chicago, weren’t so unheard of as to cause all the attention he was gathering. None of the humans walking past him would probably have been able to explain exactly why they had to look—but Anna knew. It was something common to very dominant wolves. Leo had it, too—but not to this extent.
    He was tall, taller even than Leo, and he wore his black, black hair in a thick braid that swung below his bead-and-leather belt. His jeans were dark and new-looking, a contrast to his battered cowboy boots. He turned his head a little and the lights caught a gleam from the gold studs he wore in his ears. Somehow he