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the little girl—it had meant nothing to them. How could he have been so blind to them? He was no warrior. But now he found himself in need of such skills. Carter struggled as Ahm pulled him to his feet. He fought to free his arm, but the bracelet was locked tight to his wrist.
    Ahm pulled him down a narrow hallway, forcefully shoving him into a room that resembled a hospital. He had been in one, curiosity making him visit a human one in Seattle on one of his explorations.
    He didn’t like it then, and he didn’t like it now.
    “Place him up on the table,” a man in a white lab coat instructed Ahm.
    Carter squirmed and wiggled, fighting desperately to get free. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but his instincts were telling him to get the hell out of there. Everything in that room screamed monstrosity. Something told him that if he was strapped to that metal table, he’d never be the same. Carter fought harder, kicking and biting as Ahm slapped him across the face.
    He cried out when Ahm yanked his hair back, hissing in his face.
    “I told you to obey.” The Shadow Elf picked Carter up and dropped him on the table. The doctor and Ahm pulled leather straps from under the table and secured his wrists and ankles. Carter’s eyes darted around wildly as the doctor pulled his shirt up and prodded at his belly.
    “He’ll make a fine specimen.”

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    Lynn Hagen
    Carter’s body shook lying on the cold, steel table. He wanted Tryck. Where was his mate? Tears rolled down the side of his face and into his hairline. Please, I’ll do anything if you’ll let me get out of this, Carter begged inside his head.
    His lungs seized when the doctor came back to the table with a syringe. Carter pulled at his restraints. “Please,” he begged softly.
    “Please, don’t.”
    Ahm grabbed his chin roughly, turning Carter’s head to face the empty eyes, void of any and all emotions. “Beg all you want, no one is going to help you.”
    A roar ripped through the room. Carter tried to turn his head to see, but was unable to do so. The doctor paled, dropping the syringe and backing away. He tried once again to turn his head, but there was no need to. A large wolf came into view, attacking the cringing doctor.
    Carter panicked, pulling so hard at his restraints that the leather had cut into his skin, blood welling up from under the straps. He bit back a sob, smashing his eyes closed, praying the wolves didn’t kill him as well.
    Why couldn’t he see his mate once more, the other half of his soul? In what he could only assume were his last moments, Carter pulled up images of eyes so blue they reminded him of the ocean. A face shadowed in beard growth dying to be nuzzled, long wavy brown hair that he wished he could have touched, caressed.
    What he wouldn’t give to kiss those pouty lips, so full and tempting. Carter felt calmness come over him, the image of Tryck soothing him.
    “Come, gatito .”
    Wow, he could even hear his soft and thick voice. Was it over?
    Did the wolf kill him already? Carter couldn’t bear to open his eyes.
    He was terrified of what he might see. He felt tugging at his limbs and then strong arms pull him up.

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    Carter curled into that familiar scent, allowing the darkness to pull him under.

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    “ Gatito ?” Tryck ran his hand over his mate’s face, felt the pulse at his neck. A relieved breath swooshed from his lungs. His mate had only passed out.
    Tryck stepped over the dead body on the floor. The good doctor could only experiment on hell’s demons now. The other Timber wolves were fighting the Smurfettes, Tryck had only one thing on his mind—getting his mate home safely.
    He made his way through the clinic, pushing the front door open with his shoulder as he carried his mate back to where they had left their clothing. Tryck lay his mate down on the foliage gently, quickly dressing before picking him back up. Carter was limp in his arms, his lips slightly parted as his