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else ever saw him, his one arm was wrapped around her pillow, as though trying to keep her scent close to him.  His muscular legs were entangled in the sheet, leaving his buttock and thigh exposed.  Delectable, she'd thought before forcing herself to leave the bedroom. 
    She waved at the two teams of Werewolf guards sitting in SUVs outside her gate. One team immediately started their vehicle and followed her. The other team simply waved back; they were there for Julius.  She'd been in such a good mood this morning that she even picked them up some coffees on her Starbucks stop-off.  If she hadn't spent hours yesterday cataloguing all the reasons for suspecting something was wrong, she'd have brushed it all off today, thinking the nagging voice in her head had it all wrong for once. 
     
    It was only mid-afternoon when she packed up from her photo shoot, which had proved surprisingly hassle free, and drove home.  She had more than enough time for a couple of hours of sleep before she'd arranged to pick Trish and the other girls up.  Ah, a night to have fun and let her hair down.  What could possibly go wrong?

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 3
     
    The girls were all buzzing, and the car was full of excited chatter and teasing.  The other three Werewolf girls were in the back seat, ragging each other mercilessly.  They were all young, around Trish's age.  Two of them had been friends for a couple of years as they were both from the large, influential Blackriver Pack.  The third was from one of the smaller Packs and was by far the youngest member of that group.  Up until recently there'd been little contact between the various Packs, but recent events meant that the Alphas had finally started to get over themselves and no longer strictly forbade contact with each other.  Young Adriana had quickly sought out some friends her own age and the 'Unholy Trinity' had been formed.  Trish was not quite as outgoing as the other three, but Gabi knew the contact and company would be good for her.  And she was laughing along in the passenger seat at the outrageous insults being thrown around behind them. 
    They'd all dressed up for the night out, even Gabi.  Short skirts, low-cut tops and high heels were the order of the night.  Gabi's shirt covered more than the other girls', as she had a sword to hide down her spine.  She was also wearing knee-high boots instead of strappy heels, affording her another four short swords: two matching butterfly swords tucked in each.  Also armed with a stash of small bills, she felt ready for just about anything a night club could throw at them. 
    By some mischievous twist of fate, there happened to be a male strip show at Flamingo's tonight.  Usually a 'gentlemen's' club, tonight was for 'Girls and Gays' the advertising blurb had cheekily stated.  The thought gave Gabi a twinge of sadness.  If Marcello was still alive, she'd have brought him along tonight; he would've loved every second.  But Julius's Clan member and long-time friend had been a casualty in the war against Jason.  He'd died the True Death right in front of her.  The thought still brought an ache to her chest.  Marcello had been a good friend; his locket lay on her dressing table, a daily reminder of the consequences of evil being allowed to exist in the world.
    "Hellcat… earth to Hellcat," sing-songed Jade, a tall, willowy girl with luminous lilac eyes and platinum blonde hair, cut short and gelled into spikes.  While not classically beautiful, she could've graced any catwalk in the country if she'd been so inclined.  "You just drove past the club." 
    Gabi grinned, returning to the present. "We have VIP parking tonight, girls," she declared, "along with VIP seats and VIP treatment." 
    The back row shrieked and giggled.
    "Oh, what it is to be the main squeeze of the Master of the City."  Casey sighed breathlessly, fanning herself dramatically.
    "And have you seen the man?" Adriana