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It was a hot night, even for July.
    She
forced herself to not look back, but she wondered if he still stood there,
watching her. Or had he gone back inside, putting her out of mind? A man like
that had to have women waiting in line for a chance to jump into his bed. She
doubted she would very memorable to him. Her wand, on the other hand, would
probably stick with him for a while.

Chapter Two
     
    Cade
closed the door, shutting out the tempting vision of one hot, sexy witch
walking away from him. It was in his wolf’s nature to chase after her, go after
his prey, but he fought the urge. It had taken all his will power to close the
door the first time. It had been a mistake to kiss her, even if she had
instigated it. She was a tiny thing. It wasn’t like he couldn’t have pushed her
away, held her at arm’s length, but he’d been curious. He’d wanted to know what
she would taste like, what she’d feel like in his arms. Good. Too damn good,
that’s how she’d felt.
    He
surveyed the destruction that lay before him. He wasn’t sure how he was going
to get all of the water off the floor, but if he didn’t do it soon, the floor
would be ruined. Thank the goddess it had only rained in the living room! The
rest of the house hadn’t exactly had an easy time of it, but it would be much
easier to clean up. No time like the present.
    Grabbing
the mop from the kitchen pantry, he began sopping up the water. He’d barely
finished the task when he felt a pull, a tugging deep inside. Cade frowned, not
understanding the feeling, or where it came from, but it was insistent and he
wasn’t sure he could ignore it. He put the mop away and began clearing the
debris in the kitchen, but he began to feel almost panicked. Buttoning his
shirt on the way to the door, he stopped long enough to put on his boots and
grab his keys, then locked up and hopped on his motorcycle.
    He
allowed the feeling to guide him through the city streets, out of the jungle
and into the city proper. As he crested a hill, he spotted three wolves
circling a small woman. Hell, not just any woman, but the sassy witch who’d
turned his life, or rather his house, upside down. The feeling intensified the
closer he got to them and he wondered why. Had the witch sent out a distress
call and his inner beast was answering? Or was it his other half that was
responding to the tempting little morsel?
    Cade
neared the group and came to stop, killing the engine and putting down the
kickstand. The wolves either didn’t notice him, or figured he wasn’t a threat.
It wouldn’t really be a big deal to take on all three of them, but he’d have to
let his secret out, and he wasn’t ready for the witch to know who he was, not
yet anyway. If they crossed paths again, he might consider it.
    “Didn’t
your mommas ever teach you not to play with your food?” he asked, drawing their
attention away from the witch.
    “Stay
out of this. It’s no concern of yours. Go find your own woman,” one of them
snarled.
    He
sighed and rolled his neck on his shoulders. Maybe he could take them in a
fight without using anything extra. No matter how he looked at the situation,
he realized it was going to come down to a brawl of some sort. Whether with
fists, claws, or something else, he couldn’t say. Obviously using reason wasn’t
going to work on the young pups. The oldest looked like he was barely twenty.
Of course, looks could be deceiving when it came to the paranormal. For all he
knew, the pup was fifty years old, but he highly doubted it. As for himself, he
was carrying a good two hundred years, plus a few extra. Not that he looked a
day over thirty-five.
    “I’m
afraid it is my concern, because that’s my woman you’ve cornered.” He eyed each
of them, daring them to contradict him.   He
silently prayed to the goddess that the witch held her tongue. He didn’t have
to wait long for the young upstarts to mouth off.
    The
one with spiky brown hair sneered at him. “She’s not