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do!" Michael's voice was a bizarre combination of attempting to assure me and trying to calm his bond mate.
    Sighing inwardly yet again I took the bundle from the now quivering Rachel, who panted slightly as she stepped back quickly. Michael stepped nervously between her and I and smiled weakly, Rachel deflating in relief at what she probably saw as the bravest thing her mate had ever done. It might actually have been.
    "Thank you again." I nodded at the package and walked outside to join Ian. An awed 'We hosted alphas...' reached my ears as the door closed behind me. I could almost hear the tears in her voice.
    Shaking my head as I reached Ian I held up the bundle. "The rest of the deer." Ian looked at the package, then back at the house, eyes still a little wide and somewhat shaken.
    "Best we get out of sight before they come after us to give their home too." Ian began to hike back up the path, quickly. "I'm not entirely sure they were of our clan, regardless of the scent. They were far more deer than wolf."
    I held up the bundle again, "One of their cousins perhaps?"
    Ian snorted a laugh. "They probably bumped into each other in a clearing and it was a fifty-fifty shot as to which would die of fright. I'd have put my bet on the deer surviving."
    I grinned at Ian's back as he lead the way further up the hills until the shifter's house was lost to the trees.
    "Hold a minute, we should check the phone and see if Kris has called." I stopped and fished the phone out of my pocket as Ian came back to stand beside me.
    Sadly, between the two of us we still couldn't figure the device out. On the verge of going back to ask Michael or Rachel, we were that desperate, I managed to get to Kristen's messages.
    "Please enter your PIN to proceed," the soft female voice spoke from the phone.
    "Hello? We don't have any pins." I hoped we could just get her to let us hear Kris's messages. Unfortunately, no matter what I asked of her she just kept repeating herself.
    "Maybe she can't hear us?" I asked, frustrated at the lack of progress.
    "I think it may be the phone asking for whatever it is," Ian sighed and looked towards the trail. "Best keep on then."
    "Agreed. I'll keep the phone on as well, in case Kris tries to call." I followed after Ian, pressing various buttons on the phone more out of frustration than anything else. And then it caught my eye, a phone number with a label above it.
    Troy.

Chapter Seven
Jen
    I woke up with a start, the bright sunlight falling over my face warmly from the massive window above me. Sitting up quickly I took in my surroundings and was relieved to find myself alone. Slightly unsettling was the fact that I was in a bed.
    Troy had moved me.
    Suppressing a shudder as my stomach roared, demanding an attention that I couldn't give it currently, I was surprised to discover that I wasn't bound any longer either. Surprised and ecstatic.
    A sense of overwhelming relief came over me when I noticed I was still fully clothed as well. I even had my shoes on. Whatever had happened after I had passed out, Troy hadn't done anything.
    Getting out of bed I stood on wobbly legs, stomach protesting anything that didn't involve filling it. I no longer had the overwhelming sense of exhaustion anymore, thankfully, but I felt as if I had run the Boston marathon.
    A dozen times in a row.
    And hungry, damn was I hungry. The other day when I had scared myself with how much I had eaten seemed pale by comparison. Peckish next to the now ravenous hunger I was experiencing.
    I realized that it didn't matter if Troy was outside my room, I had to eat. If he had moved me to this bedroom he had obviously returned with the 'supplies.' I just hoped that they would be enough.
    Steeling myself, I made my way shakily to the door, stomach rumbling with every shuffling step. I pressed my forehead against the door as a wave of weakness crashed over me, causing me to shake slightly and bringing out a light sheen of sweat.
    Gathering enough strength to