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He
motioned to Claire. “Bring Tatum back to the house. She needs some
rest. I’ll answer her questions later.” And with that Cade Landon
dismissed me and wandered off to shovel some smoke pits.
    Claire firmly took my elbow, ignoring
my flimsy protests. Finally I allowed her to propel me back to the
house. Just before she closed the front door behind us I kicked my
boot into the opening and flung it wide, shouting. “And what the
FUCK kind of steak was it you fed me today?”
    Claire’s pretty rosebud lips were
pursed as she evaded my peppery onslaught of questions.
    “ What are they?”
    “ Is it like a disease? Is
it contagious?”
    “ You’re one of them,
right?”
    “ Wait, am I
dead???”
    She smiled at that last one. “No,
you’re not dead. But Cade made it pretty clear he doesn’t want me
talking to you about it.” She rolled back the bed quilt and patted
the smooth sheet, indicating I ought to lie down on it.
    “ I’m not tired.” Even as I
said it my mouth cracked into a wide yawn. My body sure had a
strange way of reacting to extreme terror.
    Claire was gazing at me with such
sisterly concern it was difficult to feel alarm, despite recent
confessions. “Just trust me. Take a rest and you’ll feel better
later. I’m sure Cade will explain everything.”
    The cozy little bed did look awfully
inviting. I was suddenly real keen on the prospect of closing my
eyes for a few hours and unseeing the traumatic vision of Matthew
Landon’s horror movie transmogrification. There surely must be some
explanation. I comforted myself with images of Cade’s muscled chest
as my mind drifted hazily toward sleep. Just before Dream Cade
began unzipping his delightfully tight jeans, I felt Claire kiss me
lightly on the forehead and sigh.

Chapter 6
    The howl was primeval. I pulled the
blanket over my head and hazily figured Julia From New York had
acquired one of her boisterous one night entertainments and had
brought him home to our room. A second howl sounded and a dim part
of my consciousness recalled being a little girl curled around a
flashlight and large book filled with impossible stories of magic
and princesses, of witches and werewolves.
    WEREWOLVES!
    My body jackknifed upright and I was
gasping, now fully awake. The blue and cream décor of the guest
bedroom were muted in the silvery glow of the rising moon. I knew
where I was.
    There was no sign of Claire. Or anyone
else. The distant howls receded further and I uneasily assured
myself they were only coyotes. Though I had heard enough real
coyote yips in my life to contradict my delusion.
    As I gingerly rose from the bed, I
realized my pants were undone. Blushing, I recalled the context of
my dreams and guessed my own hands were guided by unconscious lust.
Cade Landon’s dark smirk flashed before my eyes and a wave of moist
warmth rolled between my legs.
    Someone had placed a lush robe over my
sleeping form and I gratefully picked up the warm garment. I pushed
my jeans down guiltily, as if they had somehow been responsible for
my dreamy transgressions with Landon Senior. I also removed my
shirt but left my bra as I covered my cold skin with the robe. The
room was so cold I could see the fog of my own breath.
    Though it was dark outside a strange
light emanated from the room’s only window. I peered beyond the
eyelet curtain and saw a blanket of untouched white stretching in
all directions. At least several inches of snow had fallen as I
slept. The moonlight bounced off the snow and rendered the world
surrounding the Landon home achingly beautiful.
    Cade Landon was correct about one
thing. I wouldn’t be going anywhere soon. As I was about to turn
away from the window a pair of dark shapes galloped across the
fresh snow and disappeared into the dark shadows of the woods. I
backed away shakily and pulled the robe tighter for comfort. I
remembered Cade’s earlier promise. It was time to find him and
collect.
    The hallway outside the bedroom was
dark but I