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her down more than his large body pressing against her when he fell to all fours. More than anything, she 43
    Lorie O’Clare
    wanted to know him better, to understand a werewolf with so much power and honor that he’d fight for what he believed was right no matter what his pack thought.
    She’d sought him out because he’d stirred lust inside her like no lunewulf ever had.
    Fucking him, knowing more about him, really appealed to her. But she was no fool. If he fought for her in front of his pack, it would be a forced mating. Even if neither of their packs approved, tradition ran deep among werewolves, and she’d already gotten a hint of how strong it was in Nicolo. In his fur, instinct would prevail. He might not see the repercussions of his actions right now, but Heidi sure as hell did. She didn’t believe either one of them wanted to start a war between their packs because of their physical attraction. It was time to get the hell out of here.
    The metallic smell of blood attacked her, and she yelped, knowing none of them heard her. Snow flew everywhere. Hostile emotions clogged the air. If he were one of her breed, fighting for her, she’d be honored. But fighting his own pack, possibly ostracizing himself because of her, couldn’t happen. Not because of lust. Not because of their craving to see what might exist between them. Better to leave them both wondering than one of them dead—or worse, without a pack.
    She quickly looked around her, got her bearings and then bolted into the snow, running with everything she had in the direction of her pack.
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Chapter Five
    God damn it!
    Nicolo turned and watched Heidi disappear into the snow. Roaring at the morons who’d fight with their own shadows given the chance, he tore after Heidi. Erin could handle herself against those two. Hell. A pup could take down those two assholes.
    Something crashed behind him, but he didn’t bother looking over his shoulder.
    From the squeals that followed, he could picture another branch falling to the ground, this one hitting its target—or as the case may be, targets. It was one of Erin’s favorite ways of using her gift, and an act he prayed she didn’t have to do quite as much these days now that she was mated. Erin had always loved making large branches crash down on any male who bugged her a bit too much.
    He left his littermate to her fun. Tearing through the snow, Heidi leapt quite a distance ahead of him. But she wouldn’t get out of his sight. One thing mattered—Heidi wouldn’t get away!
    Her scent was clear, but her speed was incredible. The snow hindered his progress.
    He just wasn’t accustomed to the stuff, at least not this much of it. But he had to keep moving. No way would he fucking lose her. The little bitch ran into a world of trouble, leaping across Malta territory like she did. Any werewolf on this side of the mountain would pick up her scent. He smelled her panic, her terror and her determination. But the little bitch had a hell of a long run back to her pack, with too much snow to make it a safe journey.
    Heidi disappeared over the side of the mountain, but then he found her leaping down the side of a cliff, jumping over snow-covered rocks. He flew over them, following her, sliding over several of them and feeling the freezing moisture cling to his coat. Nothing would stop him from catching her though. Not the cold, the snow, the dangerous, slippery rocks. Nothing! Heidi wouldn’t be safe until he had her back by his side.
    A roaring sound shook the ground underneath him, and he forced himself to slow down. Just in time too. He lowered his head, his ears perking to the noise rumbling beneath him.
    Water, moving below the ice. He’d reached part of the waterfall, covered by snow and ice, but nonetheless roaring still. And a dangerous, terrible death to any werewolf who crashed through the packed snow and got trapped underneath.
    His heart pounded. Heidi’s scent lingered around