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bile rose up his throat. “We have to find him.”

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    Caden was so damn lost. He had rushed out so fast last night. He had shifted into wolf form and ran to the city, planning to beg Mark to come home. The problem was when he shifted back to human form, he was naked. No clothes, no phone, and no cash.
    Stupid, stupid, stupid. He really was a baby, like Mark had claimed. Thank goodness it had still been dark out. Caden had stolen into someone’s back yard, grabbed a pair of lounging pants from a poolside, and quickly put them on. He didn’t have a shirt, shoes, or coat. It was midsummer, so he wouldn’t need a coat, but his feet hurt from endless hours of walking barefoot on the hard pavement.
    “Looks like a lost pup, boys.”
    Caden stiffened. If these people knew he was a wolf, then they could be only one thing.
    Vampires.
    Caden walked faster. He knew defeating a vamp was hard work, and there seemed to be more than one. This was not his lucky day. He 36
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    yelped when one of them jumped on his back, biting into him. Caden swung around, trying to dislodge the creature.
    “Don’t let him get away,” one of them yelled. They dragged him into an alley, all three holding Caden down as their sharp teeth tore flesh from his body. Caden cried out in immense pain. He lay on his belly as they attempted to tear his back apart.
    Caden shifted, pain racking his body as he fought the vampires, his jaws snapping and claws scratching at anything they came in contact with. Two of the vamps fled, getting the blood they came for, but the third seemed to have a hard on for Caden.
    “I’m not so easy to defeat,” he taunted as he circled the injured wolf.
    Caden bided his time, not letting the vampire drain the last of his energy until the very last second.
    The moment came, the creature obviously tired of the waiting game. He attacked, leaving his throat exposed. Caden took advantage of that, clamping his jaws down hard as he thrashed his head about, tearing the vampire’s skin from bone. Caden was relentless, not letting go until the vampire lay dead at his feet. He stood still for a moment when a wave of nausea rolled over him. As bad as he felt, Caden knew he had to move on.
    Limping away, Caden stayed close to the shadows. The edges of his vision blurred, signaling to him the need to pass out. He couldn’t.
    Dog catchers were in the city, and no one would ever think to look for him at the pound. He had to keep moving. The blood was warm as it trickled down his flank and sides. Bile rose in his throat. He was becoming light-headed. All he wanted was Mark, to see him one more time, kiss him once more.
    Caden stumbled into a building, his strength threatening to leave him. Why had Mark run from him? Caden could feel the need to cry at the thought of Mark never wanting to see him again.
    Caden pushed away from the building only to stumble again.

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    He lay down, no longer able to go on. Without Mark, there was no reason to.

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    “Wait! I thought I saw something. Go back,” Mark shouted as he craned his neck out of the window.
    Maverick shifted the gears of the truck into reverse, slowly backing up.
    “There.” Mark pointed toward a small alcove. “Is that a wolf?”
    “Fuck, that’s Caden.” Maverick slammed the truck into park, both he and Mark running from the truck. “Damn it, vamps got him!” Maverick lifted the small wolf into his arms, and Caden whined loudly.
    “It’s okay, baby. We got you.” Mark soothed his mate’s damp fur, the anger encompassing him when he drew his hand back and saw the blood. “What do we do?” he asked around the lump in his throat.
    “Get him home and call the wolf physician.”
    “Call him, damn it.” Mark growled as he climbed into the extended cab with his pup. He felt so helpless knowing absolutely nothing about injured wolves.
    Maverick was on the phone, telling someone to meet them at the Den. Next, he called Kota, telling him to