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cold stone floor was therapeutic against her
fur. During the late hours the night before she’d blocked the
entrance with tree trunks she’d uprooted. She’d pulled large
boulders from the frozen ground using her gift and used them to
hide the cave entrance as well. Using her mind to do so much
physical labor had worn her out as it always did when she focused
on moving large objects. But her efforts had been worth it. For
now, she felt safe. And she’d gotten much needed sleep.
    If her sire had only known how teaching her
the gift that the Malta werewolf were despised for having had saved
her life more than once, he might have taken time to fine-tune the
lessons. Maybe he had known that she would end up running for her
life. Possibly he had meant to take more time with his
instructions, but he hadn’t lived long enough to do so.
    Magda uncurled from her slumber and rolled to
her belly. It grumbled with demands for food. Waking up with
thoughts of her sire wasn’t the best way to start her day. Nothing
changed the past. Her current problems lay in the present.
    The Cariboo lunewulf pack was too
close for her to enjoy a good run and some hunting. After racing
nearly to the top of the mountain before escaping the leopards,
she’d thought her exhaustion would do her in before the three
Cariboo males did. It had been a stroke of luck escaping them.
    It was luck she didn’t plan on pushing. She
hadn’t chanced trying to leave the safety of her cave until almost
dawn. Then it was to do some quick fishing and return to this cold,
damp solitude and enjoy her meal.
    That had been almost twelve hours ago. Her
tummy growled again. Risking a run on the mountain until she
tracked down enough food to sustain her might very well mean
risking her life. They would hunt her. Magda was stuck in this damn
cave until the Cariboo were convinced she was long gone off their
mountain. Then somehow she would have to do just that. In the
meantime, she would capture fish out of the rushing mountain water
not too far away. If she made it off this mountain alive she might
never want trout again.
    It sucked that it had come to this. A week
before, she and her littermate, Liesa, thought they’d be able to
take a human bus down into the states to a Malta werewolf pack in
Colorado. It had been their only hope for survival. And it had
smelled so promising. Neither one of them sensed a problem with the
plan. But with every turn they had been sniffed out.
    Right before she and Liesa separated they had
been in Banff. They’d made it to the bus station where they’d
planned on buying tickets. A couple lunewulf bitches had
howled to their mates that they were pretty sure there were two
Malta werewolf females in a public bathroom. The two of them had
barely made it out alive. Magda snarled at Liesa until she ran the
direction opposite the tattling bitches. Magda knew in her heart it
had saved her littermate’s life. She had to believe that Liesa and
Katrin, her youngest littermate, were safe. It allowed Magda to
fight for another day.
    Fortunately, she wasn’t able to cry in her
fur. She wouldn’t risk any more tears over the loss of her litter.
Liesa and Katrin were alive and well. They had to be. Magda’s life
wouldn’t be worth fighting for if she learned her littermates were
dead. It was hard enough coping with the loss of her mother and
sire.
    The only thing Magda knew for sure was that
her youngest littermate, Katrin, was safe with Cariboo lunewulf in Prince George. As much as she adored her Malta
werewolf sire, he wasn’t the only one who had bestowed special
gifts upon his cubs. Thanks to their Cariboo lunewulf mother, Katrin didn’t look like a Malta werewolf. Her fur and
complexion in her skin was almost as white as a pure bred Cariboo lunewulf . Magda was so glad Katrin had been able to pass for
Cariboo. As much as it tore her up to separate the three of them,
as the eldest, she howled how it would be. Katrin hadn’t wanted to
be left