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a movement she found she didn’t mind as much as she
would have thought. Their weight felt comforting around her and helped her feel
grounded, protected in her current state of uncertainty.
    “I sent Steve to look for Terrance, the guy who attacked you.
He had run away after the, ah, incident,” Gabriel explained.
    “I carried you in,” Jake said, looking proud of himself as
he handed her a triple-decker sandwich with hamburger meat, cheese, pepperoni,
mayonnaise, cold sausage, and lettuce.
    Marian smiled at him. He stood beside her against the bench,
shooting nervous glances at Gabriel every few seconds.
    “How long was I out?”
    “Two days,” Gabriel said, watching her with an awkward
protectiveness about him.
    She was aware that in her semi-naked state, her legs fell on
either side of Gabriel as he stood protectively over her. Her bare flesh
clamped against his legs and her warm middle clenched in need for his cock
which rested just inches from her. Her eyes kept darting to the bulge in his
pants. A fact she was sure he was aware of, although she never caught him
looking. It appeared her hunger was not isolated to food. She pined for the
fullness that Gabriel could provide, the feel of him inside her, moving,
grinding along her slick, wanting pussy.
    She did the math in her head to distract herself from more
pleasurable thoughts. Two days made tonight a full moon, and healing in two
days was not a power humans possessed.
    She needed some answers fast, and sex, but first answers.
Come nightfall, she would have a house full of werewolves to deal with, and if
her next sentence went badly, she may have to think fast to get out of there.
    “So you’re the alpha werewolf, aren’t you, Gabriel?”
    There was a thump as his elbow slipped off the bench and caught
the edge of the knife that Jake had used to cut the bread. His arm trickled
blood on the floor. Cursing under his breath, he went to the sink to wash it
off. The other two men stared at her open-mouthed. She expected as much and
started on her sandwich whilst they composed themselves.
    “I, um…how?” Gabriel asked.
    Marian found it adorable at how lost for words he was. She
wondered if this was a first for him, being trumped by a woman. He probably
thought he was hiding their secret quite well. He didn’t look angry though, she
observed with interest, just intrigued.
    She guessed from the way he’d looked at her when she first
walked in that he knew she’d worked it out. Otherwise, she would have never
been so bold to say it flat out.
    “How did you know?” he asked, his arm healing as she
watched.
    “It’s my line of work.”
    “And what line of work would that be?” Raphael smirked,
assuming, she was sure, that she was some kind of researcher.
    “I’m a hunter.”
    There was a scrape as Raphael’s chair skidded across the
floor. He launched himself at her across the kitchen, scattering plates and
glasses from the table.
    Gabriel was still between them though. In one swift motion, Gabriel bounced him out the window with a splitting crash, raining glass down over her head as
she used her arms to protect her face. Jake issued a furious growl, but with a
glance to his leader exited the kitchen, almost breaking the door from its
hinges with an ominous crack in his haste.
    She was thankful only two of the pack members had remained
with them when she revealed her secret. She wasn’t sure how far Gabriel would go to protect her at the cost of his family, especially as the shadows darkened
on his own face at her announcement.
    He threw her over his shoulder with a squeak of protest from
her. Turning, he dumped her into one of the more sturdy looking chairs at the
table, making her head spin at the sudden change of direction. So fast that his
hand was a blur, he flipped the armrests around on the chair and shackled her
to it with the metal cuffs attached to the underside.
    “You are in so much trouble when I get out of here,” she
growled at him as