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front of the car made contact with the branches in front. The airbag exploded in her face. Glass shattered and Julia realized that the screams she heard were her own.
    Then everything was still.
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER EIGHT
    "Julia!"
    Damien listened helplessly to the violent crash, his hand gripping the phone.
    "What's going on?" Jordan asked. Damien held up one hand to silence him.
    "Julia?" he asked. There was a sound of a car door being opened, and a moan. Julia's voice.
    "Hello? Can you hear me?" Damien said.
    "I can hear you just fine."
    Damien's heart stopped beating at the sound of the deep male voice on the other end of the line. Not Kyle.
    "Who is this?" he asked.
    "Don't try to find the girl," the man said. "She's ours."
    "Who are you? Why are you after her?"
    "That's none of your business, wolf. You need to keep your nose out of the fight. Else you'll lose something more valuable than your eyes."
    "Where are you taking her?" Damien asked. "What are you—"
    The line was dead. He called again, but the call went straight to voicemail.
    Jordan pulled into the driveway of Julia's house, clicking the headlights off.
    "What was that?" he asked.
    "We have to find her," Damien said. "Someone... they've taken her."
    "Who? Kyle?"
    "It wasn't Kyle, at least not on the phone. I don't know. Somebody else." Damien was panicked. If he couldn't find Julia...
    "We have company," Jordan said.
    "Who?" Damien sniffed the air. There were no wolves around.
    Jordan rolled down the window. The cool night air blew through the window.
    "Where's my granddaughter?" The old woman leaned into the car, her voice strident and accusatory. "Where have you taken her?"
    "Someone else has her," Damien said. "We're going to go get her now."
    The grandmother sniffed.
    "You're not telling the truth," she said. Before Damien could reply, he heard the car door open. The old woman slid into the back seat behind Jordan and buckled her seatbelt.
    "You can't... you can't come with us, Mrs... ah, Mrs..." Jordan stammered. Damien hesitated. It would be bad to leave the old woman on her own, without any protection. Especially if Kyle and Katherine came back.
    "Call me Dee," Julia's grandmother said. Her voice was frightened but firm. "And you'll need my help to get her back from the other pack."
    Both Jordan and Damien turned back to Dee.
    "The other pack?" Jordan said.
    Damien frowned.
    "Did Julia tell you—"
    "Of course not, you pups! They've been searching for us for some time. Now let's go. There's no time to waste, and my granddaughter is in danger. They'll be taking the northbound highway around the town. We can take the main street up that direction as a shortcut."
    Damien's mouth dropped open.
    "Damien?" Jordan asked him. He snapped out of his brief shock.
    "Do what she says," he agreed.
    Jordan turned the headlights back on and pulled out of the driveway, driving in the direction Dee had indicated. She sat quietly in the back seat.
    "Are you... is Julia... what's going on here?" Jordan asked. "If you don't mind me asking, that is, ma'am."
    "You're a shifter?" Damien asked, still reeling in disbelief.
    "I am," she said.
    "And Julia?" His mouth was dry. He'd never thought it possible.
    "Yes."
    "Forgive me, ma'am—"
    "Please, call me Dee."
    "Dee, right." Jordan coughed. The wheels hummed under the car as they sped along the curves of the highway. "But you can't be a shifter."
    "Oh?" she said. Damien could hear the dry archness in her tone. "And why is that?"
    "We would know!" Jordan said. "You don't have a scent. And you're old! I mean..."
    "Old, am I?" Dee said.
    From the backseat came a low growl, and the car was flooded with the smell of a foreign shifter. The hair on Damien's neck stood on end, and it was all he could do to keep himself from shifting. The itch to fight strained his will. Then, just as suddenly as it had come, the scent was gone. Disappeared. As though it had never been.
    "How did... how did you do that?" Damien asked