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of people accumulating between Gavin, Jessie,
Parker—and of course, William—was considered too high. I was tasked with fixing
that mistake, as well as handling the enemy pack that targeted Finn to begin
with."
    "But you didn't kill them," Jensen said in a daze.
"You saved them. Why?"
    "Because of you," came the reply. "I'm not a
good man, Jensen, and I probably never will be, but seeing you... It made me
want to do better, to be better. It made me unable to ignore what I knew
in my heart was wrong."
    Erdi had been sketchy on the details of what exactly it meant
to have a mate, but still, Jensen could put two and two together. He doubted
Erdi would have changed his ways for just anyone, and neither would he have
dropped everything for a random human. "I'm your mate, aren't I?"
    Erdi didn't answer, but the silence was reply enough. Jensen
swallowed around the knot in his throat and leaned against the window, tears
burning at the corner of his eyes. What did that mean?
    Was the mate thing just a physical pull that didn't involve
the heart? Did Erdi care about Jensen at all, or had his shifter nature simply
forced him to protect Jensen? And why in the world was he thinking about that,
when the man had just confessed to being a killer?
    Jensen closed his eyes and remembered Erdi as he'd been that
day, hands and body stained with blood. He hadn't been scarred then, Jensen
realized. How had Erdi gotten the scar on his cheek since then? What had happened
after Erdi had left? And if the mate bond was as important as it seemed, why
had he abandoned Jensen to begin with?
    He couldn't ask again, not after the way the previous
conversation had gone. So instead, he just remembered and mused over what he
knew already. What in the world was he going to do now?
    He must have dozed off at one point, because the next thing
he knew, Erdi was gently shaking him awake. "Hey. I know you're tired, but
we're almost there."
    Jensen rubbed his eyes, ignoring the yearning that stirred
inside him just as the touch of Erdi's fingers. He looked around and saw that,
indeed, they'd hit a mountainous area. Forests stretched out in the distance.
Ian had stopped his car in front of them, and was talking to someone else, a
muscular blond that kept shooting ugly looks toward Erdi and Jensen. Whatever
Ian said didn't seem to satisfy him, because he stalked their way, his demeanor
full of menace and suppressed anger.
    Erdi opened the door to the car and got out. It would have
probably been a better idea for Jensen to stay put, but he didn't want to shy
away from a conversation that could very well dictate what would happen in his
life from now on.
    "I'm told that you need haven for you and your mate,
silencer," the man said without bothering to greet them. "Alpha St.
Claire has made it clear that you should be welcomed here, but know that if you
do anything to cross us, we will remove you."
    "Of course," Erdi replied. "We have no
intention of causing any trouble or getting in your way. We will be very
discreet."
    The blond man stared at Erdi's face, or more accurately, at
his scar, and then nodded jerkily. "Go on ahead," he said, his voice
a little less hostile. "And you have our thanks for keeping Ian safe. Not
many werewolves would've done what you did."
    Without waiting for a reply, the man turned on his heel and
disappeared into the greenery.   A few
seconds later, Jensen couldn't see his silhouette at all, and he wondered if
the blond had shifted into his animal form. And how was it that, two days after
having been told about werewolves, he still hadn't seen a shift? Erdi might be
angry with him, but he had to ask anyway.
    He decided to wait for a bit, preferably until they had
privacy. Ian waved at them and gave them a thumbs-up, at which Erdi snorted and
rolled his eyes. He was smiling, though, and jealousy, unpleasant and
unexpected, wormed its way through Jensen.
    He was relieved when they all got back into their cars, but
he silently fumed over his