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even immortals had weaknesses.
    “You have the power to set right nearly a thousand years of wrongs, Fenrir! Strip the power from the Slayers and return to your own kind.”
    “My own father and mother cast me from my pack! My siblings laughed at me. No pack would accept me.”
    “And for their faults all Lycan should pay?”
    “Yes, and once I am alpha of the nation, I will have the respect I am due.”
    Falon scowled. “That is not respect that is fear-driven bidding. Terrorism. A true alpha leads by example.” Falon nudged the angry beast. “Why not turn your power to right? Use it to equalize this terrible wrong. Do you hate so deeply that you cannot love?”
    “Love?” he snarled, moving into her. “
Love?
My own blood could not find it in their hearts to love me. How could I expect another to?”
    “Your parents were not fit to parent. For that, I’m sorry. But for you to be loved, you have to give it. It cannot be forced or extracted.”
    “The Slayers love me.”
    “They use you.”
    “It doesn’t matter!” he roared. “I do not need love! I don’t want it! There is only one thing I need.”
    “And what is that?”
    “Your acceptance.”
    “Why do you
really
want me?” She didn’t buy the “two bloods” thing. Why would he want two other alphas’ blood?
    “You represent all that is beautiful and strong in a Lycan. With your acceptance, the others would also accept me.”
    “They would think you forced me.”
    “Does the sight of me so disgust you?” he snarled.
    “Your hateful heart disgusts me.”
    He laughed low, the sound sending shivers along her spine. “My hatred has kept me warm at night.” He moved around her, his fangs flashing beneath the stars. “But it’s not enough now. My body craves another kind of warmth.”
    “Find it somewhere else, Fenrir.”
    “I know a secret, Falon. A secret that if your beloved alphas learned of it, would turn them against you for all time.”
    “What secret?” she whispered, dreading the answer.
    “Thomas Corbet lives.”
    She gasped in horror just as euphoria sang in her blood.
What was that?
Why would she feel joy at the news that such a vile human lived? Her beast snarled. She would kill him. But why would Lucien and Rafe turn against her if they learned that Thomas Corbet lived. She looked up to Fenrir for the answer.
    “He’s your father, Falon.”

Five
    DRIVEN BY THEIR love for Falon, Lucien and Rafael covered an enormous amount of ground in a short period of time. Falon’s blood ran hot and potent in both of them. Combined with the Eye of Fenrir, their power surged. It wasn’t until the setting of the sun the next day that exhaustion overcame them.
    They hunted as wolves, ate as wolves, and slept fitfully as wolves. Fitfully was being generous. Lucien had not slept more than a few hours over the last several days; fatigue wore on him. He saw Falon everywhere. Smelled her, heard her—
    “Lucaaaa—” Falon called from the forest.
    Lucien’s heartbeat spiked. He was up in an instant.
    “Luca,” she called again.
    He squinted against the sunshine, focusing. There, just mere feet from him, Falon’s laughing eyes and smiling lips beckoned him, teasing and taunting with promise.
    “Falon!” he called as she skipped away from him, the lilt of her laughter an invisible string pulling his heart after her. He could deny her nothing. She was the sunshine to his darkness. The calm to his storm. The very air that he breathed. It terrified him to love her so deeply. Life without Falon would be no life at all.
    He stood still as he thought of Rafael, and understood more at that moment than at any time before what losing this precious woman could do to a powerful honorable man. Bring him to his knees. Snuff the life from him. Drive him mad with sorrow. As it had when he had taken her from Rafe.
    “Lucien,” she called pulling him from his deep thoughts. “Come, I have a surprise for you.”
    He smiled. She never ceased to amaze