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younger than her brother had made her life a lot
harder than it had for most. Mitch had been left to care for both her and her
twin, Alex, when their mother had passed away ten years ago. He acted at times
more like a father, a very overprotective one at that. She’d never known her
dad. Mitch was the one who had enacted that role.
    Mitch had warned
her not to go out hunting alone. He knew she was a bit too curious for her own
good. That inquisitiveness had led her to the island, to see if the tales of an
ancient temple to the Wolf Lord were genuine. She’d heard the stories all her
life. It was supposed to be the birth place to their kind. It was rumored if
you drink from the water that lay still in the center of the altar of the
temple you would find your true mate. Silly old tales, but ones she’d very much
hoped were real.
    That was the
reason she’d taken her brother’s small boat out there to the island across the
bay. This was a forbidden place for her people as it was also enemy territory.
However, she didn’t care. At twenty-one years old, Anya still had not found a
mate. Her alpha brother had tried to introduce her to a couple available
werewolves who he approved of. Nevertheless, she wasn’t attracted to any of
them. To young, too old or too arrogant, none seeing her as an equal only as a
possession they craved to acquire. She would have none of it.
    Anya longed for
a mate. Her insides went cold when she saw others who had found theirs, and she
was jealous. Mitch would never understand. He had Kari, and they were soon
expecting their fifth child. Still living in the family house with her brother,
Kari and the kids, it only added to Anya’s loneliness. Coming there she’d hoped
to drink the water in the ancient temple, and hoped beyond all hope that the
legends were true.
     
    * * * *
     
    The attractive
young woman lying in the bed had stared at him with fearful eyes. He’d smelled
how scared she’d been as it lay heavy in the room. He needed her scared, needed
her to think the worst. It would make getting the answers he needed easier. As alpha,
he would do whatever it took to protect his pack, including killing interlopers.
However, he really had no intentions of killing the lovely young woman. He
would have let her escape had it not been for Memphis shooting her.
    Dante walked to
his brother’s cabin, his mind filled by the image of his helpless captive. The
enemy’s little sister made one hell of a mistake coming there. Surely to god,
she’d known the consequence if she were to get caught, he thought. She’d
forfeited her rights to be protected by the laws set out that all werewolves obeyed
just by trespassing on another pack’s territory.
    As he stepped up
to his brother’s home, he had to wonder why she would do such a foolhardy
thing. Dante knocked on the door, and it was answered almost immediately,
bringing his attention to the woman in front of him. His sister-in-law, Beth,
stood there practically filling the doorway,
    “I knew you’d be
by,” she told him with a smirk.
    “I need you to
bring food, water and clean clothes to the prisoner. She may need some help
getting cleaned up, and could you also recheck her wounds.”
    “Just give me a
few minutes to find something she can put on,” she said and gestured for him to
come in.
    “Oh, I’m not staying.
I need to do a few things before I go back to talk with the girl. Come get me
as soon as you’re done,” he said. “Here is the key to the padlock.” Dante
passed it to her, and Beth gave him an odd look as she took it. He knew that expression
all too well and hoped his interest in their guest hadn’t been that noticeable.
    Dante left and
headed to his cabin. He had a strange urge to bathe and put better clothes on.
A smile slid over his lips as he walked into his place. He wondered if her mate
would be upset if he stole her for himself. He had little doubt her brother
would be in an uproar if he took her, but that didn’t