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going to get answers out of the bastard if it was the last thing he did. Satan’s Angels would not find their way back into Cedarville and Bucklin.
    He walked around the corner of the bar, his eyes settling on the scene before him. Eva was flat on her stomach, obviously struggling for air. The beautiful blonde hair that had attracted him earlier was now stained red with her blood. Over her stood the biker, unbuckling his pants as he looked down at Eva like she was a piece of meat.
    All good sense left Rowan’s mind as rage began to course through his veins. His inner wolf screamed to be let out, demanding vengeance for a rival pack member daring to try and violate his human.
    Rowan broke into a dead sprint, gravel flying up behind his boots as he blazed a trail across the parking lot. The biker sniffed the air, looking up just in time to eat a crushing shoulder block to the jaw that sent him off his feet and sprawling to the ground.
    He tried to get up, but Rowan was on him, shifting quickly into wolf form. He was an impressive wolf, much larger than a standard wolf and colored jet black.
    “Oh my god!” the other wolf screamed, trying to shift. Rowan didn’t allow him to; he was on the smaller wolf quickly, his jaws clamping down on the man’s throat.
    As he prepared to deliver the killing blow he looked up, his eyes landing on Eva. She was awake, staring at him as he held onto the biker.
    “My hero,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “The werewolf.”
    Rowan let go of his prey, sense and judgment returning to his rage-addled brain. He had screwed up; he had screwed up big time by being so impulsive.
    He quickly shifted back to human form, his eyes growing wide. How was he going to fix this? He looked down at the biker, who was still alive, barely.
    “Why the hell are Satan’s Angels back in Cedarville?” he demanded. “You know the deal.”
    “You broke the deal,” the biker muttered, barely clinging to life. “She’s missing...retribution…”
    Rowan dropped the man to the ground, his brain now a mass of confusion. What was he talking about? How had they broken the deal?
    He looked over at the girl lying on the ground. She’d seen too much. She had to be dealt with; they couldn’t allow any humans outside Bucklin see them shift. The only humans who could know of their existence were their mates. He bent down, his hands starting to find their way to her neck. Just a quick twist and it’d be all over—no witnesses.
    Nobody except our mates, he thought. He looked up at the sky, a light bulb going on somewhere in his head. Our mates.
     

Chapter 3
    Birds chirping and bright sunlight assaulted Eva as she opened her eyes the next morning, trying to get her bearings. War drums beat in her head like a raiding party coming to take her away and each breath jabbed at her sides.
    Where am I? she wondered, sitting up in a strange bed. She was in a twin bed in a tiny bedroom. Nauseating pale blue wallpaper with yellow flowers adorned the walls. The only pieces of  furniture to grace her little slice of heaven were the bed, an end table and a dresser. The windows were covered with white, lacey curtains right out of Green Acres .
    She tried to swing her legs around to get out of bed before realizing she was completely dizzy. The room started spinning and next thing she knew she was on the old wooden floor, lying beside the bed.
    The floor began to shake, warning her that someone was coming, just seconds before the door flew open. She looked up, her vision still a bit blurry, but it wasn’t hard to make out the man that stood before her. Rippling muscles, slicked back dark-blonde hair, just the right amount of stubble and two pools of honey-brown for eyes: it was her perfect man from the bar. She lifted her head, the focus starting to return to her eyes. He was looking down at her, one eyebrow cocked, as she fumbled to get up. For some reason he was dressed in a tan Sheriff’s uniform, complete with big gold badge