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wondered how Mikhail would have this kind of information, but he only wondered for a second. He was the Romanoff alpha, after all.

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    B ain shifted the leased Hummer . He glanced at the GPS; they were on track. “Be there in five.” He glanced at Carina.
    She'd gone back to clenching and unclenching her hands, making fists over and over again. He reached across and put his hand over hers. “We got this,” he told her.
    “I'm so scared. What if…”
    “I deal with what is, not what if.” Bain realized how harsh his words sounded and gave her a smile of encouragement. He tapped the break as he took a right turn down a road that warned this was private property and no trespassing was allowed.
    Nice, friendly place, he thought.
    A quarter-mile later, he nosed into a parking spot in front of a large building made of tan and brown stones. The building was old, at least a century. He wondered if it had been in the hands of shifters all this time.
    Helping Carina out of the Hummer, he flicked the fob to lock the doors, and took her arm, then walked her up a set of a dozen stairs to thick wooden double doors.
    Before he knocked, he looked at her, and said, “You good?”
    Carina sucked in a deep breath, making her seem taller, then let it out. “I'm good. Let's find my daughter Bree. That’s short for Breanna.”
    Bain gave her a smile of encouragement. “We will.” He knocked, not wanting to assume it was okay to simply enter.
    The door opened and a woman stood before them, a stern expression on her face. “Yes?”
    Bain heard Carina swallow hard.
    “I'm looking for my daughter. Breanna Carlson.”
    The woman's gaze traveled over them, barely contained distrust shown in her eyes. “We have no Breanna Carlson here.”
    Carina paled.
    Bain's eyes narrowed with suspicion.
    “Are you sure? When my daughter's adoptive parents died, this is where she was sent.”
    “As I said,” the woman crossed her arms over her chest, “there is no Bree Carlson here.”
    “Then how do you know her nickname?” Carina stepped forward. “If she's not here, tell me how you know her nickname.”
    Bain bit back the smile at the gumption Carina showed.
    The woman glanced to her left and raised her arm, then she opened the door.
    Behind her was a large room in muted grays and forbidding black. From a side door, eight large men stepped out. It was obvious they were shifters.
    The man in the center, the largest one, taller than Bain but not quite as wide, stepped forward. “Is there a problem?” His hand was resting on his side, and from the lump that Bain could see, figured there was a weapon there.
    “Trespassers.” The woman's lips formed a thin line.
    “I'll have to ask you to leave,” the same man said.
    He took another step closer to Bain and Carina and the other seven men lock into step with him.
    “We're going,” Carina said. “But you will hear from me again.” She took Bain's hand and tugged.
    Bain found a rage he never felt before, certainly never this strong, building within him. He found himself wanting to kill these men for denying Carina access to her daughter.
    In the Hummer, Bain managed to control his bear's and his own rage enough to pull out his cell phone. He wanted answers.
    “What are you doing?” Carina asked.
    “I'm calling Mae. She might know what the hell this orphanage is about.”
    “I'm going to call Mikhail,” Carina said. “He never mentioned what this place was. Maybe he doesn't know.”
    Bain touched the screen to end the call with Mae, and turned to Carina, who had just hung up with Mikhail.
    “Mae's looking into it. She said she's going to call Mikhail.”
    “Mikhail said give him twenty minutes, then knock on the door again.”
    He studied the building before them. “I've never seen an orphanage look so damned unfriendly in my life.”
    “You have a lot of experience with orphanages?”
    Before he could answer, Carina's phone buzzed, indicating a text.
    She picked it up, and