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the Tnargs would lie in wait as the Sinclairs returned to Drahcir with their mates. The Tnargs would attack mercilessly. Many of the Sinclairs were wounded viciously as they, and their mates, had managed to get inside the gates.   Several had died once inside the gates, but by that time the curse had been fulfilled.
    It seemed the more years that went by, the more the beasts were closer to achieving its goal.   It left Sorin with a feeling of dread he couldn’t push aside.   Impending doom seemed to hover just over his head.
    He refused to be the one to end his family and his people because he wasn’t vigilant enough.   The books hadn’t taught him how to fight, but the journals of his ancestors speaking of the Tnargs had given hints in how to hunt one.
    He sniffed the air. The stench of stale urine, garbage, and unclean bodies soaked the night, but there was another smell that drew his attention.  
    The Tnarg was here.  

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    It was the sound of her laughter that woke Sorin from his doze. His body recognized his mate and roared to life, the hunger for her overruling everything. Soon, he’d claim her and take her to Drahcir where he planned to spend the days buried in her sweet warmth. His balls tightened just thinking of sinking into Katrina, but he tamped down his desire and rose to find his mate. He had spent most of the night searching for the Tnarg, but he’d never found the creature.  
    It had remained just out of reach.   Knowing it was in the town unsettled him, put him on edge.   Because he knew it would come for Katrina.
    Why the mates and not any of the Sinclairs?   It didn’t make any sense.   If a Sinclair died, then the curse wasn’t fulfilled.   Why attack an innocent woman?   Sorin was missing something, he knew he was.
    He quickly pushed that thought away as he shifted in the shadows hoping for a glimpse of his mate.   It sounded as if she’d left the house.   He couldn’t leave Katrina alone for a moment in case the Tnarg struck. So, when he heard her laughter, he rose from his spot across the street and cringed when he saw her mount a horse.  
    “Shite,” he cursed and recognized he would have a tough time keeping up with her without a mount of his own.  
    His gaze quickly scanned the streets until he found an unattended horse.   He grabbed the reins to lead it away. Once he was mounted, he spotted Katrina as she disappeared down the street. He cursed beneath his breath and urged the horse into a gallop. Thankfully her blonde hair shown in the morning sun like a beacon, leading Sorin through the streets.  
    His gaze scanned the area for the Tnarg, but there was no sign of it. He was more than pleased when they left the city and rode through the open countryside. Sorin stayed far enough back that he could keep an eye on Katrina, but close enough that he could reach her if the Tnarg attacked. He couldn’t tell who rode with her, though he thought it was the girl from the day before. It was the perfect opportunity for him to get to know Katrina a little better.  
    If his luck held, the situation could turn out better than he’d first thought. And as soon as he could, he would get Katrina back to the house and to safety. Being out in the open would only tempt the Tnarg.  
    Just as he thought he could keep an eye on the girls, they veered right and headed to a small grove of trees. Sorin leaned over the horse’s neck as the animal leapt into a run. Whatever luck he had quickly ran out as the girls disappeared into the trees before he could reach them. With the wind whistling in his ears, and the horse breathing heavily, he could hear nothing else.  
    He slowed his mount to a walk once they entered the forest and listened. Nothing. No laughter, no screams...nothing. He was about to call out when he saw movement ahead of him.  
    With a slight pressure from his knee, Sorin directed the horse to the right. The steed moved, its ears pricked forward. Sorin