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fields and the rage took him, he became an unstoppable soldier, an indiscriminate killer. And I am truly my father’s daughter. I have his blood madness. I am cursed.”
    Lips pressed against hers, hot, demanding. His tongue swept inside her mouth when she gasped. Desire washed through her and she returned his kiss, hungry.
    He pulled away suddenly and she snarled.
    The bastard smiled. “You are beautiful.”

Chapter Three
    Beautiful? No. Impossible.
    “ Mew. ”
    Sorcha spun toward the source of the noise. A slender orange tabby cat stood in the doorway staring up at her. Thoughts tumbled through her mind as she tried to make sense of what had just happened and the absurd little animal in front of her.
    She failed.
    “You just let that cat wander around like she owns the place, Seth?” Kayden called out from behind her.
    “Seemed like letting the cat take point might be a good idea.” A tall, lanky man appeared in the doorway dressed in denims and an overcoat with no shirt to cover his sculpted chest and abs. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned one shoulder into the door frame.
    Power and charisma emanated from the man. This was the alpha werewolf. He’d shifted to human form.
    “Dunno. Maisie might have somewhat to say to you if anything were to happen to her friend here.” Kayden continued to sound relaxed, but he stood close to Sorcha’s back and an odd tension in his posture bothered her.
    “Maisie might have somewhat to say to you.” Seth lifted his chin toward the cat, who’d advanced into the room and lay stretched out on its side with languid disregard for the display of testosterone Sorcha was beginning to realize was going on. “Tiny beast is hers and he knows this is his territory.”
    “I thought true cats didn’t like canines, especially not werewolves.” Kayden rested a hand on her waist, the heat of it seeping through the fabric of both her vest and tunic. The cat in question looked past Sorcha, presumably at Kayden and flicked the tip of its tail.
    Seth chuckled. “Most cats run from zombies too.”
    For all their casual talk, both males spoke with edges to their words. Was it possible to relax with so much aggression filling a room? Again, the cat being the exception to the rule.
    “Maisie figured it best if she remained downstairs.” Seth shrugged. “I’m more levelheaded when I’m not focused on protecting her.”
    Ah, it made sense to her. A mated pair would be fiercely protective of each other and Maisie and she had been on the brink of violence.
    Sorcha was still off-balance.
    Kayden rested his hand on her shoulder. “I’d like to sponsor her as a new ally to the pack, if you will accept her.”
    “Can the pack trust her?” Seth stood tall and his words rang with formality.
    “I do.” Kayden stood equally as tall, but his eyes remained cast downward.
    Sorcha bit the inside of her cheek. She wanted to ask what they were going on about, but the weight of a decision hung in the air.
    The energy building between the two men pushed all of her instincts to choose some course of action—fight or flee. Sorcha tensed and she flexed her hands, wanting nothing more than to reach for her swords.
    Something needed to happen, anything.
    The cat rose, stretched and picked its way across the floor toward her. Her gaze was drawn to it, even as her common sense screamed to keep an eye on the dangerous males. Oblivious, the tabby sniffed at her boot toe, then her ankle.
    “ Mew. ” Such a tiny sound.
    The cat turned and sat on her foot.
    What in...?
    “Welcome.” Seth stepped forward, hand outstretched.
    Sorcha yanked her gaze from the cat and looked straight into the werewolf’s eyes. Power slammed into her mind and a dominating will pressed upon hers. Her own rose up to meet it and she struggled to hold her magic back.
    She’d been the one to challenge by meeting the alpha’s gaze.
    Swallowing hard, she gave him a firm handshake in the human way. She had to lean; otherwise