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could win in a fight against a male. Moira gave thanks to her sire, as she did daily, when her gift pumped inside her.
    If she relied solely on her werewolf abilities, she would lose this fight. And the last thing she would ever do was go belly-up for any werewolf. Not now or ever.
    His mouth soaked her fur as he worked to grip her neck. Not many things could kill a werewolf, but breaking her neck would be an injury she wouldn’t recover from.
    Instinct called out the gift in full force. The heat that rushed through her veins was so intense that she screamed—not out of fear but from how quickly it worked through her.
    You will not take me down!
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    The room seemed to turn sideways. He’d lifted her off the ground, holding on to her by the flesh at the back of her neck. His teeth pinched her hide, the pain only adding to the intense quickness of her reaction.
    You can’t defeat what you can’t see.
    The Powers that Be carry me. Let me use the elements so that he can’t see.
    Moira knew the instant she’d faded, using the element of air and becoming one with it, twisting into his thoughts and making him believe her invisible. The werewolf could no longer see her. At the same time she twisted furiously against his grip on her neck. Heat rushed inside her hard and so fast she could barely breathe. Her vision blurred briefly. But she fought the strength of her powers, knowing they would consume her, make her pass out, if she didn’t control them.
    Not too surprisingly, the shock of her disappearing before his eyes was enough for him to let her go, the moisture of his mouth leaving the coat on the back of her neck damp, but he didn’t move off her. He could no longer see her, but he could smell her, feel her, find her body if she didn’t move quickly. And so she did just that, jumping out of his reach and turning to stare at him.
    What the fuck?
    She watched him change, his body taking human form. At the same time, he moved forward, falling on top of her while he contorted and stretched over her. What made even less sense was the stunning fact that he remained as strong as a werewolf.
    He was human again, yet still strong enough to hold her down. Confusion made it impossible to keep the power rushing through her. He shouldn’t be able to see her to find her. Yet he’d changed, mutated back into the shape of a man and managed to hold her in place. Fucking unbelievable. Who the hell was this man? This werewolf who’d claimed so long ago to know her sire, to have worked with him and to have exchanged promises—one of which entailed her.
    “Once again, I hold your life in my hands,” he said quietly.
    Well, fuck me! That moment on his motorcycle so long ago, where he’d crushed her to him, saved her life and then confused her with words that had never left her, returned with enough clarity that it was as if it happened moments ago. No one holds my life in their hands but me.
    His body was more solid, more filled out, and if possible, even sexier than she remembered. For a second she couldn’t breathe, his voice chilling her yet making her blood boil at the same time. Lust filled the air, and when she finally inhaled, it fogged her senses until she couldn’t think.
    What would it be like to turn and fuck this man? This deadly and impressive werewolf who saw right through the gift?
    It would probably bring her more trouble than she could get out of.
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    Roaring as she reached for all of her strength, she turned on him, sending him flying. The man fell backward, hitting the door, his head cracking against the wood.
    Moira watched as his naked body slumped to the ground. He didn’t move.
    Pacing for a minute, she tried to figure out what had just happened. She’d been dropped off on the side of a mountain out here in Bumfuck, Nowhere, and obviously someone other than GWAR had known she would be here. This male had been waiting for her, watching, knowing when to make his move.
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