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echo in reality.
    With a hard thrust inside him, Wolfram embedded his fangs in Dietrich’s neck. The piercing pain combined with agonizing pleasure surpassed anything Dietrich ever expected. He felt their connection click into place, stronger than ever. He could sense Wolfram’s emotions as well, the gratitude and affection of the other man humbling him, at the same time as the lust made him lose what little control he’d preserved. He found his peak, his scream muffled by the cock in his mouth. Wolfram’s climax swept over him, and he felt it physically, a wave of heat bathing his insides, and spiritually, through their bond. Just when Dietrich thought it couldn’t get any better, Fritz came as well, sending his seed down Dietrich’s throat. It was too much. Dietrich’s mind shut down, and for a minute, he just floated into unconsciousness, too overcome by sensations.
    He’d never have thought intimacy could be like this. He’d always pushed away his wolf, fearing its power. Now, when he’d released it, he’d found two gorgeous men who lavished him with affection. He was free and loved. What more could he want from life?
    When he recovered at last, he saw he’d somehow ended up lying on Fritz’s bed, with his human mate spooning him and Wolfram next to Fritz. They still had so much to talk about, so much to figure out, but that would have to wait. He closed his eyes and surrendered to exhaustion and relaxation. Dimly, he caught a whispered “Ich liebe dich” in his ear, and he smiled as he fell into deep sleep.

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Chapter Six
    The dream began just like before. He was lost in perpetual night, with immaterial hands holding him down, keeping him trapped. Even with the darkness, he could see the images of all the men he’d let down, all the spirit wolves he’d lost to death and his own inability to lead. Their souls and the souls of many others screeched at him, laughing. “You won’t ever be rid of us,” they said. “You cannot escape.”
    And then, the shadow appeared, morphing into the huge wolf he was so familiar with. This time, the dream changed, and the darkness dissipated into the image of a church. It might have looked like a generic image for some, but Wolfram recognized it as the Dom St.
    Peter, the oldest church in Trier and in Germany. The wolf turned as well, his image blurring and shifting until a dark-haired man stood there instead of the animal. He smirked at Wolfram. “It’s very nice to meet you, Magistrate.” His voice, while pleasant, held the same viciousness its animal counterpart showed. “Wouldn’t you like to play with me?”
    The flashes of motionless spirit wolves appeared once again, but this time, they showed different images. Instead of the dead soldiers Wolfram remembered from his many days, he saw Marcus and Sebastian, bloody and still, but breathing. “Come on, Magistrate,” the man taunted. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint your people, would you?”
    “Who are you?” Wolfram shouted. “What do you want?”
    The other wolf—or rather, the feral—laughed. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

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    The church began to fade, and Wolfram fell back into the darkness. He seemed lost, unable to find his way out of the void. He screamed, but he couldn’t even hear his own voice.
    But within him, he felt something else, something that hadn’t been there in the past. The connection with Dietrich shone bright and clear, and through it, he felt his mates’ affection, reaching out to him. Once, Klaus’s voice pulled him out of his nightmares. Now, the love of his two men did so, and he awoke, opening his eyes to the sight of Fritz looming above him. “Are you all right?” the human asked in concern.
    Wolfram nodded. His mates’ presence made the panic dwindle and gave him the ability to focus. “He has Sebastian and Marcus.”
    “Who?” Fritz inquired. “Joseph?”
    “It’s quite possible, yes,” Wolfram