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her
house. She wrapped her arms around herself.
    For
the little time she had left the house would be hers.
     
     

Chapter
Three
     
    Matt
made his way across the fallen trees and uneven ground. He scented Kris on the
other side. His men followed behind him muttering to each other with each step.
He glanced between the trees and saw the outline of the house not too far.
Cynthia Lewis would be waiting for him to deliver his car to her. He held her
driver’s licence in his palm.
    The
moment she’d stepped out of the taxi that had brought her, he’d scented her.
The distinct smell of sunshine and honey had called to him. Unable to control
his response he’d charged to where the scent grew stronger. An angel stood in
her place. The pale pink summer dress did little to hide her beauty. She was
thin, thinner than the picture on the card. When he’d gotten closer he’d
inhaled the subtle fragrance of death.
    He’d
scented death on many human beings in his time, and he hated it. When he’d
stared at Cynthia, she’d captured his attention with her exquisite scent, and
she was dying. She was sick, and he didn’t have the first clue what was wrong
with her.
    The
desire to claim her struck him the moment he saw her. Her blonde curls were a
dream to see. Kris had stroked her hair and inhaled her scent as if he’d felt
the same way. Matt heard the other pack making their way towards him. Turning
his attention in front of him he waited to see them. Holding up his hand, he
signalled for his pack to stop and wait.
    His
gaze once again lingered on the house a mile away from him. The mile was the
safest distance between his woman and death.
    Her
scent still lingered in the air. His pack had sensed it the moment she walked
out onto the porch. There was something special about Cynthia, and Matt
intended to claim her for his own. What he didn’t like was the way the other
pack seemed to be as affected as he was. Pushing his doubts aside, he waited
for Kris to make his presence known.
    There
was no way he’d allow Cynthia to go. His beast knew what he wanted. Her blue
eyes held a well of knowledge. She was only twenty-three years old, and he knew
she’d had to deal with matters far out of her reach.
    She’s a virgin!
    Matt
couldn’t deny what he’d scented on her. She reminded him of sunshine and honey
along with the subtle fumes of death and the honest scent of innocence. Very
few women held their innocence intact, but there was no denying her fragrance.
The scent reminded him a little of warmed vanilla. Shaking his head, he saw
Kris making his way through the clearing.
    The
muscles in his arms thickened as he prepared to fight for her.
    Kris
stopped in front of him waiting. They both inhaled seeing if they were in
danger from hunters.
    “She’s
not yours,” Kris said.
    “I
scented her.”
    “So
did I .” Kris slapped his chest in anger.
    Matt
clenched his teeth together angered by his enemy. They were personal enemies,
but their packs came first.
    “Did
you see what her presence did to both of our packs?” Matt said.
    Kris
glanced past his shoulder, and Matt saw the same thought dawn in him as it had
in Matt.
    “That’s
not possible,” Kris said.
    Their
second-in-commands walked up to join them.
    Arnold
stayed by his side.
    “She’s
our mate,” Matt said. He’d never known for two alphas to share a mate. His own
father wouldn’t have let another man near his woman.
    He
thought about the way Kris had touched her. Matt hadn’t felt anger at the
touch. He’d felt a deep calm settle over him. There was no jealousy or hatred
inside him.
    “We
don’t share,” Kris said.
    Matt
took a step closer. “I’m not happy about it. Tell me something, Kris, when you
saw me holding her hand were you angry? Did you want to kill me to force me to
let her go?” Matt asked.
    The
man shook his head. “No, I felt happy,” Kris said through gritted teeth.
    It
was a huge step for them. They’d never been good at sharing anything