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had stopped breathing, and her fists were clenched at her sides while she watched Drew maneuver Russell literally into a corner. With one loud growl and a toss of his head, Russell freed himself from Drew’s jaws, but the other wolf mounted his back and sank his jaws into the raised fur around Russell’s neck. Russell gave a loud yelp, and Drew reared back, howling at the moon. He was still paying homage to the moon’s power when he shifted, his fur disappearing into sleek, tanned flesh, and the keening sound turning from a wolf howl to a human bellow of triumph. He was still hunched over Russell’s back as he grabbed hanks of fur around the wolf’s neck.
    “You’re defeated,” he growled into Russell’s ear. “Shift back.”
    The Russell wolf refused to still beneath Drew, instead trying to spring out from under his grip. But Drew held him fast.
    “Change back,” he commanded, but Russell didn’t respond. “The full moon don’t matter. You shifted earlier, right out from under a Gypsy spell. You can do it again now. And you will.”
    Three more tries to escape Drew’s straining muscles failed. Finally, the wolf’s body relaxed, then began to quiver. The shift was slow and exaggerated, but Russell’s fur retracted as he stretched longer. At last, he was naked and panting on all fours, with Drew still mounted on his back.
    “That’s right,” Drew said with a tight smile as he yanked Russell’s hair back to expose his throat. “I’m your alpha now.” Drew’s eyes, which still blazed hot and yellow like Russell’s, lifted to find Talaitha’s. “And you are mine.”
    Goose bumps erupted over her flesh while Drew’s determined face unlocked, sliding into an unnatural length. As she watched in horror, his jaw seemed to detach and grow until needle-like fangs protruded. Without warning, he dropped his head to sink those teeth into Russell’s shoulder. He gave a loud, anguished-sounding yell.
    “No!” Talaitha shouted, sinking to the ground and covering her eyes. Her heart stuttered and pounded as she pictured the man she’d dreamed of for nearly a decade lying dead on the cage floor. It was all her fault. She never should have led him into this trap.
    Russell’s shouts turned to a series of guttural moans, and Drew’s growls joined in greedily. Her stomach lurched at his death throes. Keeping her eyes squeezed shut failed to block her tears or mental imagery of the man she was destined to love. She finally slapped her hands over her ears, which did little to muffle the noise.
    “Stop it!” she called out, her voice shaking with sobs. “Stop hurting him, Drew. Please. ”
    The men’s noises stopped instantly. “Talaitha?” Drew’s voice.
    She shook her head, refusing to open her eyes.
    “Tal, honey, it’s okay. I’m okay.”
    The voice was loving, tender, and convincingly calm. And more importantly, it was Russell’s.
    She risked a peek, her cramped, quaking shoulders relaxing when she saw him. He was still kneeling, staring at her with obvious concern. Silver rays of moon spotlighted drops of blood trailing down his chest, but he didn’t appear to be in any pain. On the contrary, as she took in their positions and the way Drew had his hips pressed to Russell’s buttocks while he gripped his hips, it looked as though they were doing something altogether different.
    “I thought he was trying to kill you,” she said in a shaky whisper.
    Russell shook his head. “No, darlin’. We just bonded as pack mates, is all.”
    “Yeah, just a wolf thing,” Drew added. “Didn’t mean to scare you none.” His smug grin, however, made her wonder.
    She heaved a sigh, shaking with more than just the chill of mountain air. Russell raised one arm and reached it through the bars. “Hey. Come here.”
    Talaitha sniffed back tears and shook her head.
    “Please. You’ll see that everythin’s all right.”
    “Forget it.” She stood and brushed dirt and leaves from her skirt, but made no move