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made severe by the burning light of the torches and bonfire. Deep grooves of discontent lined the raw-boned features of his face, as if hate itself had worn him down. At one time, he had probably shared the same arresting looks as his children, until years of bitterness had finally left its destructive mark. His sharp, pewter-colored eyes found her and held, staring with a burning contempt that made Michaela recoil, despite her earlier determination to conceal her fear.

      In the next moment, the Elders parted, and two hulking shapes emerged from the trees. In their wolf forms, the Lycans stood over seven feet tall, their legs bent at an odd angle as they stalked forward. Each held a thick chain that had been wound around their inside wrist, the twin lengths leading back into the shadows. Michaela’s throat constricted the second she realized what was happening.

      She swayed. Her vision blurred. “Oh God, they haven’t.”

      â€œBe strong, Michaela,” Mason grunted. “Max is going to need your strength.”

      Strength! She didn’t have any left. Her knees sagged, and both Mason and Torrance caught at her waist as the Lycans walked forward. They had taken no more than a few steps, when they jerked on the chains and her brother appeared, emerging from the thick line of trees.

      Bound like an animal.

      Fury roared through her, jerking her upright as if she’d been jolted with an electric current, every muscle in her body screaming for movement while she watched Max stumble into the clearing, his long, lanky body dressed in nothing more than tattered boxer shorts, his dark skin smeared with blood and grime. His thick, ebony hair hung over his brow, obscuring his eyes, his battered hands fisted around the two lengths of chain that looped his neck like a collar. His chest and legs were bloodied with deep, raw-looking wounds, which she knew had come from painful claw swipes; his left shoulder was a mangled, bloodied mess from where a rogue werewolf had latched on with its jaws, ripping into the skin and muscles with its lethally sharp fangs.

      Oh God, Max. This can’t be happening.

      The sheer depth of her horror paralyzed her, freezing her muscles until not even her lungs were moving. “I swear it’s going to be okay, Mic,” her best friend promised in an urgent whisper. “Look around you. We have enough support to demand that they let him live, no matter the outcome of the ceremony.”

      Support? Biting at her trembling lower lip, she glanced left, then right, surprised to see that others had joined them. She hadn’t noticed anyone beyond Brody. But Jeremy Burns, Mason’s partner, and his fiancée, Jillian, had moved to Torrance’s other side, and she watched as Jillian’s father stepped forward to the place beside his daughter, his wife there with her arm around his waist. Michaela turned her head to the left and blinked in surprise to see Eric and Elise Drake, the Elder’s children, standing next to Mason, as well as two other couples she couldn’t identify standing just behind Brody.

      To the Bloodrunner’s left stood his partner, Cian Hennessey, his dark head angled toward Brody, lips moving as he spoke. Michaela struggled to hear what he said, but the wind carried away his words like smoke. While they talked, Carla Reyes and Wyatt Pallaton came to stand beside Cian. There was no denying that the dark-eyed, loose-limbed Wyatt was certainly attractive, but Michaela shared an easy friendship with the Runner and nothing more, her private desires obstinately focused on the man who seemed determined to keep his distance.

      Now the Bloodrunners and their family and friends stood as a united force against the Silvercrest pack that had yet to accept the fact that something sinister was eating away at its foundation, rotting it from the inside out, like a cancer. Something that would rip down the protective walls that separated their world from the humans. In the back of her mind, it occurred to Michaela that loyalties were being announced tonight—a separation made between those who would stand with the Runners in their fight against the rogues and those who blindly supported the pack’s refusal to face reality and see Drake for what he really was—but all she could focus on was Max. He looked so hurt…so terrified.

      When one of the guards jerked on his end of the chain, sending Max stumbling forward so fast that he fell hard on his knees, she snapped. One second she was holding Torrance’s hand, all but squeezing the life out of her fingers, and in the next she was flying forward.

      â€œLeave him alone!” she screamed, her soft-soled, black satin slip-ons struggling for purchase in the damp earth as she rushed toward Max, only to find herself lifted off the ground when a hard, heavily muscled arm clamped around her waist from behind, pulling her clear off her feet. “Damn it, let me down!” she snarled, unable to take her eyes off her brother as the golden-eyed Lycan who’d first entered the clearing kicked him, yelling for Max to get back on his feet. On his hands and knees, Max’s head hung forward, the gaping wound in his shoulder seeping fresh blood until a pool began to form beneath him.

      Mindless with heartache and rage, Michaela clawed at the arm holding her, kicking her heels against whatever part of her captor’s legs she could reach. “Stop it,” a deep, husky voice grunted in her ear. “You’re not helping him by losing it. I give you my word he’ll survive the ceremony, but you have to keep it together.”

      â€œNooooo!” she screamed, too hysterical to listen to reason. “You’re monsters! All of you! Look what you’ve done to him! How dare you! How dare you!”

      The arm tightened with a powerful flex of muscle, cinching her waist, and her breath sucked in on a sharp, wailing gasp. “Shut up before you get both yourself and your brother killed. I will not let that happen. Do you understand me?” he growled, shaking her so hard that her teeth clicked together. “Do you understand me, Doucet?”

      â€œDamn it!” she cried, stricken as she watched one of the guards grab Max by his hair and jerk him to his feet. Around them, Lycans huffed and growled as they watched the spectacle, while others outright howled for the show to begin. “Put me down! I’m going to kill them for touching him!”

      â€œThat’s enough!” the voice seethed in her ear. “They’ll tear you apart before you even reach him, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to stand here and watch you die.”

      Suddenly, through the haze of fear and agony and outrage in her mind, she finally recognized who’d caught her. Brody.

      He held her in his arms, her body locked against his powerful form, her back to the burning heat of his chest. Held her so high that her toes didn’t even touch the ground. A low, keening sound of anguish tore through her, and her head dropped forward as hoarse sobs of pain ripped from her throat. “Let me go. I have to help him. Please,” she begged brokenly, knowing only that she needed to get to Max. “Let me go, Brody.”

      He muttered something against her hair, his breath warm against her scalp, and Michaela could have sworn it was a single word…but she must have heard wrong. She was too upset. Too furious. Too terrified. She must be out of her mind.

      Because it had sounded as if he’d quietly snarled the word never.

      Chapter 2

      Silently cursing his lack of control where this particular woman was concerned, Brody wondered just what he was doing. He’d sworn to himself that he’d stay home tonight—and yet, when Cian had come knocking at his door, on his way to the ceremony, he couldn’t do it. His fear over what might happen to her had been too great, and he’d found himself following his partner up to the clearing where the Silvercrest pack conducted its business—business that was better suited to the wild than the civilized streets of its town.

      He hadn’t been able to stay away from her—he hadn’t even lasted a day.

      But nothing had changed, because the facts remained the same. It didn’t matter what he wanted. The truth of the matter was that women like Michaela Doucet never took interest in guys like him—ones

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