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the weapon immediately. As far as Frey could tell, it was not a gun designed to fight off shifters, but that didn't mean it was harmless.
    Frey's hackles rose, and he took a step forward, placing himself between Proctor and Mirian. He had to let go of Mirian's hand to do so, but it couldn't be helped.
    Frey wasn't worried about himself, but he was very aware of his mate's mortality. A stray bullet could end a human life so easily. Just the thought had him rigid with a mix of terror and fury. Before he could stop himself, he bared his teeth at Mirian's father.  "I would advise you to put that away. I won't have you waving guns around Mirian."
    Proctor gaped at him. "You're... protecting my son? From me?" He laughed like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "I don't know who you think you are, but step away from him now before this gets uglier."
    As if on cue, Proctor's companion, who had yet to introduce himself, pointed his own gun at Frey. Clearly, this was not a situation he could handle without a little application of force.
    Using his werewolf speed, Frey leaped forward. Proctor was close enough that he likely didn't even see Frey move. Frey squeezed his wrist, making him hiss and release his hold on the weapon.
    Once the rifle was in Frey's possession, Frey turned his attention to the second man and repeated the process. It was impossible for the doctor to shoot him without risking his employer's life, and Frey didn't give him time to aim properly.
    Satisfied that the humans were now unarmed, Frey returned to his mate's side. He unloaded the bullets from the chambers of the guns and set the weapons down. At last, he faced the two men once more. "All right. Let's try this again. I'm Freydolph King. I'm your son's mate and a werewolf. It's wonderful to meet you, Sir."
    The last phrase came out a little unsteady, because at that exact moment, Frey was hit by the alluring, intoxicating scent of Mirian's arousal. Okay, that wasn't what he had intended when he'd removed the weapons from the equation. Not that he was complaining, far from it, but it was a little difficult to focus on remaining calm when all he wanted to do was turn toward his mate and ravish him right then and there.
    It was perhaps a good thing that parental presence was the universal libido killer. Proctor didn't exactly back off, still glaring fiercely at Frey. When he finally spoke, it was with the words Frey had earlier expected and enough venom to kill an elephant. "I wish I could say the same."
    The arousal faded, replaced by apprehension, and Frey mentally sighed. Well, it was progress, he supposed, although if things continued on this note, he dreaded the unavoidable moment when his family would turn up too.

Chapter Four
    It was a funny thing, how things could change so much within the expanse of a handful of hours. The mansion where Mirian had lived for the better part of his childhood looked exactly the same, but for some reason, when Mirian stepped inside, hand-in-hand with Frey, it felt so different.
    No one had spoken since the tense exchange on the beach. Gonzalo had briefly introduced himself and suggested that they head back to the house so that Mirian could change into clean, dry clothes, and that had been that. The walk to the mansion had been a study in confusion, frustration and maybe just a bit of lust.
    At some level, Mirian realized it shouldn't have aroused him to see Frey attack his father. Perhaps he should have even been scared. But the way Frey had moved, so swiftly, like a predator... It had made different images flash through Mirian's mind, stirred wicked desires in his heart, as intense and unstoppable as the storm.
    And really, Mirian couldn't feel guilty about it, not when it had been obvious from the beginning that Frey was only protecting him and had no intention of hurting anyone. Mirian still didn't know what to make of it, but with every second that passed, he felt increasingly reassured by Frey's presence.
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