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him were complicated, a little confused, and very new. And what part did magic play in their relationship? Everything had happened so fast up to this point, she needed more time to assure herself that her feelings were real and based on something—attraction, passion, friendship, trust—not magic or wolfy pheromones.
    John turned away from the window. His eyes briefly made contact with hers; then his gaze skittered away to a point a foot or so in front of her. Like he was shying away from too much intimacy. “Not only do I have feelings for you, but my magic, my wolf aspect, my wolf—however you think of it—is involved in my feelings. The need to protect you and to know where you are, those feelings are intense. It’s disconcerting, and it certainly impacted my actions. And while I’m sorry that I’ve jeopardized our relationship, I can’t be sorry that you’re safer now.”
    Lizzie stood up, walked over to John, and wrapped her arms around him. She rested her cheek against his shoulder and just held on.
    “Does this mean you’re not mad?” Lizzie could hear a teasing note in his voice.
    “You know it doesn’t.” She snuggled a little closer. “It means I care about you, and we’ll try to sort it out.” She took a step away from him, arms still draped over his shoulders, and said, “But I think I’m still allowed to be mad. We should have had this conversation before you even thought about announcing to the world that I’m your wolfy-wife.”
    He tried to suppress a grin and failed. “Is that what you are? My wolfy-wife?”
    She decided he was irresistible, and she grinned right back. “Sure. If I can call you Fluffy.”
    He chuckled. “Don’t you dare. Though there are some fond memories attached to that name.”
    After a quick kiss, she turned and sat back down at the kitchen table. After a few seconds, her forehead wrinkled. “Ugh. We haven’t even begun to discuss the Pack’s book, let alone the whole Record Keeper job. And I haven’t had any time at all to study the book.” She dropped her head on the table, forehead resting lightly against the surface. When she spoke again, frustration vibrated in her voice. “I only just learned how to use my spell caster talent. I can finally read that darn book, but there’s no time. I haven’t even caught up on my sleep yet.” She lifted her head off the table and scrunched her nose up in annoyance. “This is what I’m talking about. Too much stuff, happening too fast. Who can keep up?”
    “Sorry about the sleep part,” John said sheepishly.
    Her expression turned mischievous. “Hmm. You’re so not sorry. And you’d be in serious trouble if you were.” She sighed. “Are you going to tell me what exactly a mate does? What role I would have in the Pack?”
    “Maybe tomorrow?” he asked hopefully.
    Lizzie eyed the small piece of bacon and half slice of toast still left on her breakfast plate. “I think now would be best,” she said with resignation.
    He looked like he was debating his options. Lizzie tapped her fingers on the table and considered chunking her toast at him. But before she could pick it up off the plate, her cell rang. She dug it out of her back jeans pocket, and, once she saw the caller ID screen, she immediately answered it.
    Scowling, she said, “Hello, Harrington. This is a surprise.”

Chapter 2
     
     
    “H ello, Lizzie. I hope the trip home went well.” Harrington sounded calm. But he always sounded calm and controlled to Lizzie, even in the midst of a major crisis.
    Harrington was the Director of Investigations for the Inter-Pack Policing Cooperative, or IPPC. His call wasn’t expected, and she couldn’t guess why he’d need to speak with her so soon. She’d last seen Harrington four days ago in Prague when he’d taken possession of the Lost Library—after Worth had been injured during her rescue, fled, and then abandoned the Library.
    Lizzie sighed wistfully. She couldn’t help but remember the vast