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challenging snack. He was quick to learn I was much more challenging than he expected.
    After I scared him to near starvation, the Luna Cult took him in. I was reprimanded for what I did to him, but hey, if I hadn’t stepped in, who knew where the wolf would be today. He probably would have ended up dead or under the control of a vampire house somewhere. I’d helped him in my own little way.
    Of course, knowing me is a hazard all in itself. He’d helped capture my brother and nearly died in the process. Thomas had come in with a pack of his Tainted and nearly tore the arm off the kid’s shoulder before the rest of us were able to take control of the scene.
    My eyes flickered to the empty sleeve where Jeremy’s arm should have been. He’d been taken to Doctor Lei in the hopes his arm could be saved. It appeared her attempts had been unsuccessful.
    “Where’s Ethan?” I asked, pushing back the pity that tried to slip past my anger. I couldn’t feel sorry for the wolf who might have killed my friend.
    Blood dripped from my lip where my fangs had pushed through the gums. I took a slow step forward, ready to tear him apart with my bare hands. If I’d had my weapons on me, he’d have been dead already.
    “He’s fine,” Jeremy said. His eyes traveled to the stairs behind me, but I kept my gaze locked on him. There was no way I was going to glance back, giving him a chance to make a move. One armed or not, he was still a werewolf.
    I stalked into the living room and looked around. The TV was tuned to some reality show with a bunch of half-naked guys and girls lying around a beach. The sound was turned so low only a wolf could hear it. I didn’t need to hear it to know he wasn’t watching for the dialogue.
    A rumpled blanket and a pillow lay on the couch. A large bowl with a few popcorn kernels in it sat within easy reach. A glass sat on either end table, one empty, the other almost full. Neither was on a coaster, and for some reason that only pissed me off more.
    “Did you kill him?” My gaze traveled back to the young werewolf. What the fuck was he doing in my house? His hair was sticking straight up on one side from where he’d been lying down. He had probably been dozing since he hadn’t heard me approaching.
    Jeremy backed up to the window. He glanced behind him and for a second, I was sure he would try to leap through it.
    “No,” he said, turning back to me.
    “Did you think you could just move in and take over the house once he was gone?” I prodded, my anger growing. This was my house. Just because I’d been gone for a few months didn’t mean the monsters could start moving in.
    “I didn’t touch him,” he said. He was looking more and more nervous by the second. He glanced toward the stairs and nodded toward them. “I’m sure he’ll be down in a minute.”
    A rumble built in my throat. I took a threatening step forward and bared my fangs. It had been so long since I’d killed anyone, the urge was taking me over. In Delai, Levi had kept me calm. Here, I didn’t have his influence. Right then, it felt like every last urge I’d suppressed in the small town had come roaring back, slamming into me like a train. All I wanted to do was kill, to avenge Ethan, my brother, anyone who had died because I’d been too weak to save them.
    Jeremy didn’t run; I had to give him that. He stood his ground, shirt skewed to one side. His sole arm was held out in front of him, fingers splayed as if he thought it would ward me off.
    My muscles tensed, ready to spring. If I couldn’t take a one-armed wolf, then I didn’t deserve to live anyway. Why else would he be here if Ethan wasn’t dead and gone?
    “Kat?”
    Ethan’s voice stopped me before I could attack. I’d been so sure the wolf had done something to him, I didn’t truly believe it was his voice I heard at first. I turned slowly, keeping myself placed so I could keep an eye on the wolf.
    Ethan stood at the bottom of the stairs wearing pajama