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powerful flashlight and snatched it up.
    "Thanks, pal." He ducked as one of the
shadows leaped for him. Hadrian screamed his rage, but Mike ignored
him, too busy dodging the rest of the shadows until he made it back
beside his rescuer.
    An arrest would have to wait until he
could figure out how to get beat those shadows.
    "Are you crazy? What did you leave for?"
sShe screamed, still fighting against the onslaught of shadow men
who got back up as soon as she knocked them down.
    He couldn't explain it but, if the stone
in his hand had something to do with Hadrian's power to kill, he
had to take it. "I went to get this."
    He put the rock under her nose and she
froze the second her eyes landed on it.
    It still glowed in his hand. Looking to
see what had her so transfixed, he saw the crescent moon engraved
in the round orb.
    One of the shadows slinked up to her side.
She was so drawn to the stone that she didn't see it. He grabbed
her arms and thrust her around so the beam of light hit the
creature. The shadow disintegrated as though it had been melted
with a laser.
    Her chest heaved like she’d just ran a
marathon. "Thanks," she breathed.
    "Anytime."
    The screech of tires drew them from the
fighting as a red truck fishtailed through the small army of
shadows, temporarily dissipating them. It stopped directly in front
of Mike and his new best friend.
    Before the driver flashed on the high
beams, Mike caught sight of the red haired kid with the dragon
tattoo.
    He stuck his head out the window. "Get
in!"
    The woman ran to the truck and Mike
obediently followed. He put it back in drive and yelled out the
window again. "Westley! Get over here!"
    He started to drive before the silver wolf
jumped from his victim. He managed to run fast enough that he
jumped into the back of the truck before they turned the
corner.
    The red-head checked behind him to make
sure the wolf named Westley was securely in place before hitting
the gas, shooting them well over the speed limit. "We need to get
out of here. Who was that guy?" As if remembering that Mike was in
the truck with them, he stared at him. "And who are
you?"
    "Look, I don't want any trouble. I
don't even know who that was." He searched for the moon rock again
to show him, ask if they knew what it was since they were obviously
paranormal and one was definitely a werewolf. But he didn't have
it.
    Where did …?
    He looked up as the woman smashed the
rock into his head. A flash of white blinded him before it was
replaced with black.
    He wasnhadn’t entirely passed out when she
said,: "I think I know who they are. Take us home."
    "Whatever you say,
princess."
     
     
     
    TWO
     
    "Annie, it was incredibly stupid for
you to bring him here."
    She stared at her feet, tried to avoid the
heat in her pack master's rising voice and the humiliation of
hearing him use her little-girl name. "I know."
    "He's not even part of this
pack!"
    She cringed, feeling the vibrations of his
stomping feet against the hardwood floor as he paced back and forth
like a wild animal.
    Gordon had never been known for his
patience. However, after she came back to the ranch with an
unconscious human and a story to tell, she couldn’t blame
him.
    "She was only trying to help. Maybe
you're being too hard on her."
    Relief like cool water over a hot burn
washed over her when her grandfather's voice came to her
rescue.
    Gordon whipped his grey head around to
throw his anger at him. "Stay out of this, Bill. She endangered the
entire pack bringing him here, including my son."
    Him being the stranger she, Westley, and
Chris rescued from the bar.
    She still didn't know what prompted her to
go back for him. A warlock with that kind of power was nothing to
mess with, but the second that strange man in black robes walked
into the bar, his eyes honed in on the depressing looking figure
drinking by himself.
    The human had looked at her, perked up,
and smiled in a way that made her forget that she had nothing to
smile about. Maybe that