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have been gentle with
you, nor would they have complied with pack laws. You would
probably be dead right now, or at least in a great deal of
pain.”
    Michael’s voice was dull and resonating
inside Allison’s head. Her stomach lurched, and she tried not to
vomit. The color drained from her face.
    “Michael?” Logan interjected cautiously.
    Michael turned to face Logan without a
word.
    “Maybe we should let her get some sleep,”
Logan suggested. “She looks really exhausted.”
    “Perhaps that would be best,” Michael
agreed. He turned back to Allison and said, “Please, get some rest.
We will discuss this tomorrow.”
    Allison nodded weakly. Logan took the tray
away. He shot her an apologetic glance, but his eyes quickly
shifted away from her gaze. He headed out of the room, and Luke
followed him. She lied down and pulled the blankets over her.
Michael remained in his chair.
    “You’re not leaving?” she asked.
    “I must stay… for your protection,” he
said.
    “I see.”
    She closed her eyes, and tried not to think
of the events that had transpired. She thought of Kyle, and almost
wished, for just a moment, that she were back with him. At least
living with a cheating bastard was better than being forced into a
sexual relationship with a pack of werewolves, wasn’t it?
    Before long, she somehow managed to fall
asleep.

Chapter
Two

     
     
    Evil, reflective eyes stared at her in the
darkness. A resounding, guttural growl erupted, sending chills
through her body. Her heart began to thump rapidly in her chest,
and she could feel her pulse pounding in her head.
    Lips curled savagely, revealing rows of
sharp teeth that glinted menacingly in the moonlight. A flash of
fur and teeth lunged at her.
    “No!” she cried, shielding her face with her
arms.
    She gasped, shooting up in bed. Beads of
sweat trickled down her face and neck, and her heart thudded
harshly.
    “Hey!” Logan said, quickly moving from the
nearby chair to sit on the bed beside her. “It’s alright! You’re
safe.”
    His arms folded around her protectively, and
she dissolved into them a trembling wreck. The dream had been so
real.
    “Where’s Michael?” she asked.
    “Sleeping,” Logan said. “It’s my shift.”
    “Oh.”
    “Don’t worry, I can protect you just as well
as he can,” he puffed up defiantly.
    “No, I… I didn’t mean anything by it,”
Allison said quickly. “I was just wondering.”
    Logan relaxed a little.
    “Michael and Luke think I can’t do things
because I’m so young,” Logan confessed. “I may be young, but I’m
not weak.”
    “How old are you, anyway?” she asked.
    “Nineteen,” he answered. “Luke is
twenty-three and Michael is twenty-seven. They think they’re so
much better than me because they’re older.”
    “I don’t think that,” Allison said, managing
a weak smile.
    Logan puffed up again and grinned.
    “My sister thinks the same way,” Allison
told him. “She’s always thought she was better than me because she
was older. You know, smarter, more successful, all that.”
    “You have a sister?” Logan asked.
    “Yeah. Her name is Andrea,” Allison said.
“I’m twenty-one, and she’s twenty-nine. She’s married, has two
kids, college degree, nice job… I’m single with a cheating bastard
boyfriend, no kids, and I work as a waitress.”
    “That doesn’t mean anything,” Logan said.
“It’s who you are as a person that matters.”
    “Well, everyone thinks Andrea is perfect,”
Allison lamented. “In fact, I doubt anyone will even notice I’m
gone for a while.”
    “I’m sorry,” Logan said gently.
    “It’s alright, I’m used to it,” Allison
lied. “I was bullied a lot in school because I’m not skinny and
beautiful like everyone else.”
    “I think you’re very pretty,” Logan said
softly, his cheeks coloring pink.
    “Thank you,” she said simply.
    “Hey, do you want some breakfast?” Logan
suggested. “I make great waffles!”
    “I’m not really