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to pull back to its original size.
    Jack stretched, his body popping as he groaned. “You really should consider putting bunks in here.”
    “Had some for a short while. My wolf kept destroying them.”
    Mitchell walked to the door and waited for the time lock to open them. He saw Jenny stir on the floor, her soft moans from laying on the cold surface pulling at him.
    Jack waited at the door and pushed it open as soon as the locks clicked. “I have something I need to do. I’ll catch up with you.”
    Mitchell was picking up the clothes outside the cells as he turned to Jack’s retreating form. “What’s so important, Chief?”
    “I think I know where Thorn might be.” He took the stairs two and three at a time and disappeared.
    Mitchell slipped on his boxers and pants then hung his shirt over his shoulders. He scooped up Jenny’s clothes and stepped into her cell. She was just sitting up slowly, the cold concrete having stiffened her body as much as it had his. He handed her the clothes she had tossed out of her cell and turned his back to allow her to dress.
    “I, uh…I wonder how our wolves reacted last night?”
    She placed a hand on his shoulder and turned him around to face her. “We’re wolves, Matt. Nudity means nothing to us, remember?”
    He tried to avert his eyes as she turned him to face her. “It’s not…I mean, I…” He exhaled hard and turned his gaze back to her, their eyes meeting. “It’s more out of respect, Jenny.”
    She reached up and caressed his cheek. “That’s very sweet. But after last night, I don’t think you need to be so bashful.” Her smile made him tingly inside, and he felt like a teenager again. Someone had released butterflies in his stomach and words couldn’t form in his mind, much less in his mouth.
    “After…last night?”
    “Our wolves accepted each other.” She smiled sweetly at him and then began dressing. Matt didn’t want to look at her, but his eyes soaked in every inch of her body as she slipped back into her clothing.
    “Uh, what…how do you mean, ‘accepted’?” He rubbed a hand through his hair and stared at her. “Did we…I mean, are we…”
    “Are we mated?” She laughed gently and shook her head. “No, we’re not. But it isn’t from a lack of trying. I think those silver bars worked a little too well.” She pointed to the burns along his shoulders and the backs of her thighs. “I remember just enough to know that our wolves tried though.”
    “I am so sorry.”
    “Don’t be.” She worked her bra back on, and Matt had to turn away, the butterflies fluttering in overtime. “It’s natural.”
    “It may be natural, but…I mean. I thought that ‘we’ had to accept each other. I mean…” He trailed off, unable to find the right words.
    “Our wolves are part of us, Matt. They know what we truly want, even if we aren’t sure.” She pulled her shirt on and slipped in next to him. “All I know is that I remember the dreams after I slept. Our wolves were together and they were happy.”
    “Does that mean we’d be happy together?” He truly didn’t understand, but he wanted to so desperately.
    “As long as we don’t mess it up, I think so.” She turned and headed for the cell door. “Are you ready?”
    Matt squared his shoulders and nodded to her. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
     
    *****
     
    Donovan held the rifle in his hands and inspected it. “Sniper rifle. What do you want to bet that once we trace it, the rifle will have come from South America?” He handed the rifle to Spalding who gripped the weapon so tightly in frustration that he feared the stock might break.
    Lamb appeared from the small building. “Looks like our shooter was in the rafters and fired from under the roof overhang. This part of the wall is missing. We’d never have seen him.”
    “Not with a suppressor on it.” Donnie pointed to the end of the barrel. “Bravo units couldn’t have spotted him.”
    “Neither could the drone.”