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excitement, and she forced herself to calm down before he sensed it. The
slight tingling feeling on her lips had her wondering if he’d kissed her as she
slept. The thought sent another fluttering in her chest, and he smiled again.
    “I brought you
your supper,” he said softly, and again he pulled her up into a sitting
position so she would be able to eat. The near flurry of excitement at his
touch so soon after her dream had her heart pounding, and Anya tried to calm
herself once more.
    “I hope you like
fish. One of my pack caught a feed of mackerel today, and Beth fried them up. There
are new potatoes and baby carrots with it and a glass of milk.” He set the tray
laden with food on her lap.
    As she ate he
watched her, his eyes seemed to try to hold a hard glare, but every once in a
while they slipped and turned soft. Anya was unsure of the myriad of emotions
she felt. This man had done nothing to harm her, but yet his demand to know of
his sister was more than she could give him. As he again barraged her with
questions about Cora, Anya sat there silently, refusing to utter a word.
    Her mind wandered,
her thoughts on how stupid she’d been to come there in the first place. Yet a
part of her was stirred by this alpha’s nearness. It bewildered her, and no
matter how much she tried, she caught herself looking at him. The dark skin,
eyes and hair were all classic traits of a Temple Island werewolf. Still, it
was the fire in his eyes that drew her to stare into them. Even as he ranted
and made demands that she tell him of Cora’s whereabouts, she couldn’t stop
from thinking he was a very handsome man. The dominating male alpha attitude
attracted her inner wolf as her dream attested to. And that left Anya
perplexed.
     
    * * * *
     
    While he was in
his bed, Dante’s mind wandered to the shed. The young woman within was a
stubborn one to be sure. When he’d entered earlier she’d been asleep and
seemingly having a pleasant dream. He’d thought he’d heard his name whispered
from her sweet lips as she’d slept, and he hadn’t been able to help himself. He’d
leaned in close, smelled the divine fragrance of her heady scent and had slowly
kissed her. Once she kissed him back, he was left breathless, even if it had
been done in her sleep. A kiss had never pulled on him as hers did. It was
spellbinding, and his lips had tingled from it.
    He was almost
positive a deeper part of Anya wanted him, but he also knew the stubborn young
lady would never admit it to either herself or him. Beth had told him they had
talked for the better part of the afternoon, and that Anya seemed like a very
nice girl. Dante wasn’t sure how to have small talk with Anya, nor how to get
her to admit to the feelings she seemed to have. She still refused to talk to
him as it was. He doubted she would want to make chitchat with him either.
    Dante was unsure
of why he had such an attraction for this interloper. It was there, strong and wild,
but he could not fathom why. If Memphis hadn’t shot her, he would have let her
go. Now a part of him was nearly grateful for the pup’s bad judgement in
shooting Anya. He tossed onto his side and attempted to figure out just what
was happening to him. Even his last mate had not drawn these feeling from him,
and that left him greatly bewildered.
    The surreal
dream awoke him in the wee hours of the morning. Dante was covered in a fine
sheet of sweat, shaking all over as he remembered the fleeting images of his
nightmare. Anya was drowning, not as a wolf but as a human. He’d tried to save
her, but couldn’t no matter how hard he fought to bring her to the surface. He
shook the feeling of dread away as he tossed the covers off and then got up. It
was because of how his first mate had died, he assumed. He picked up her long
braid off the dresser and held it, caressing the long, black hair.
    Mary had been on
the boat headed toward the mainland to visit her family when the storm had
struck. Five of his pack