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safe with me, man.” Juan could have swung in that split second when she distracted Dimitri.
    Erin doubted her outraged littermate realized that.
    “You had her alone out here. I can smell what you were doing to her.” Dimitri shoved her to the side and lunged at Juan.
    “Cut it out, Dimitri.” Erin tried grabbing him but he tumbled into Juan. “Fuck! Stop it. I swear I was here because I wanted to be.”
    Her cries fell on deaf ears as the two werewolves rolled around on the ground, growling and swearing at each other while the smell of anger and blood clogged the air so badly that she coughed and gagged on it.
    “That’s enough!” The male werewolf who bellowed behind her about made her heart explode.
    Erin swung around, completely freaked out as Dante and Moira hurried toward them. At the same moment, Juan and Dimitri flew in opposite directions and crashed into the ground.
    The power of the gift made the air around them spark with electricity.
    More than anything, she wanted to move to Juan. His outraged expression lingered on her littermate for only a moment. He then glared at his own brother.
    “Stay out of this, Dante.” Juan pointed a finger at his littermate as Dimitri slowly stood. “This is not how it will be. Do you really think that Bruno Tangaree gave the gift to some of us so that we could use it against each other?”
    An uneasy silence fell upon all of them until Dimitri cursed and moved quickly, grabbing her arm.
    “Let go of me.” She fought Dimitri, but he was stronger and way too much adrenaline pumped inside him at the moment. “Quit it! I’m a grown bitch. You’re treating me like a cub.”
    “You’re an unmated bitch, and this werewolf won’t ruin your reputation in our new pack.” Dimitri’s tone was colder than she’d heard out of him in ages.
    She quit fighting him and stared at his outraged expression, which had turned his eyes silver. Fangs pressed against his lower lips and his coarse black hair looked like he’d just stuck his finger in a socket. But it was his tormented gaze that brought her pause.
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    “I like him,” she whispered.
    “Find another werewolf.” Dimitri dragged her toward the road, growling under his breath.
    “I don’t want another werewolf.” She struggled against him.
    “Not this den, Erin.” Dimitri gave her a quick shake. His anger filled her nostrils with such a spicy smell, she sneezed.
    “You don’t even know Juan,” she argued, twisting in his grip until he let go of her.
    She rubbed her arms where he’d held her and searched his outraged expression. “He’s a good werewolf.”
    “Our den is dead because of his den.”
    Erin shook her head slowly and took a step backward. “I really think you’d make the perfect pack leader. But not with all that anger. You can’t blame Juan for what happened.”
    She turned before he could grab her again and hurried toward Juan. It hurt that Juan didn’t move but instead stared over her head at Dimitri. Maybe if she made the trees fall around them, his den and hers would leave them alone. After two days of not seeing him, she just wanted it back to how it was before they were interrupted.
    “Prove to me your den has a worthy werewolf in it and agree to stay away from Erin,” Dimitri announced behind her.
    Erin froze in her path, fisting her hands at her side. If she turned around, she’d send him flying through the air just the way Moira or Dante did moments before to Juan and Dimitri. The thought sure as hell had its appeal.
    “What worthiness would I be proving if I ignored her?” Juan asked, still not meeting her gaze.
    “You wouldn’t be fucking her like some slut and then leaving her with your scent clinging to her.”
    “Trust me. I’m not fucking her like some slut.”
    “You aren’t going to fuck her at all.”
    “Too late.”
    Dimitri’s growl ripped from his body. Erin spun around as her older littermate turned beet red. He charged toward Juan, coming