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body and climbed from him, rolling back onto the bed. I did not
replace my nightgown or cover myself, enjoying the morning breeze
sifting through the open bedroom window. Several of Marcus’s
brothers were nearby on the other side, arguing playfully over the
repair of an old transmission. Our nude condition would be visible
to passersby and in fact it was likely our early passions were
overheard, but I didn’t mind. The werewolves were overtly sexual
creatures. It was part of their daily lifestyle and I had learned
to abandon the modesty which had governed my life until this
year.
    Sometimes I considered where I would be if The
Seer had not recognized that I secretly lived, the last of the
ancient bloodline of alpha queens. This would have been my last
year of law school. Shortly after I arrived at the home of the Dark
Claws I had written to Liza. She was the only friend I had informed
of my departure the night Marcus came to claim me. I told her I had
found my true love. I told her I was happy. She did not write back,
but it mattered little. The human world was no longer mine. I was
the queen of the Dark Claws and I would soon bear a son who was
destined to be an alpha like his father.
    Although I seldom still reflected on the
impossibility of being a part of this secret world filled with
werewolves and vampires and other underworld creatures, I did
wonder if Marcus’s claim to me was fate. What if he had not won the
fight? I leaned over and touched the unshaven bristle on his
handsome face. I was blessed to have found my true mate. There had
been more sinister possibilities. I knew this because I had met
one. A brief flash of memory brought Rocco’s cruel face and I
shivered, pulling a blanket over my breasts. After we had safely
returned to the rural home of the Dark Claws, Marcus had refused to
speak of the violent ordeal which had let to the slaughter of the
Iron Jaws. “It does not matter, Jessa. They are gone.” But in my
darkest dreams I still heard the raging shrieks of the vampires as
they tore the wicked pack to shreds.
    Another light breeze washed over me. The air
was growing warmer as spring drew near. My child was likely to
arrive in a matter of weeks. I touched my swollen belly with a
secret smile, recalling the moment I had told Marcus of his
impending fatherhood. He was giddy with joy and for a brief time
our physical joining had been very careful. Overnight Marcus the
virile alpha werewolf became uncharacteristically cautious on the
subject of lovemaking. He feared to place his weight on me. It had
taken some time to convince him I was not a china doll who would
break and that our child was well protected deep in my
womb.
    The next gust which rolled through the window
was not casual. A vase of wildflowers, picked by the children of
Dark Claws for their queen, fell from the dresser and shattered on
the floor. I could not say what it was about that burst of wind
which caused me to sit up and gasp. I only knew in my heart of a
certain wrongness in the air.
    Marcus stirred beside me. He sat up suddenly,
a low growl in his throat.
    Kiko was Marcus’s brother, essentially his
second in command. When he leaned into the window his face was
grim. However he remained in his mortal form, which meant whatever
threat waited outside, it was likely not other werewolves. Kiko did
not blink at our nudity, nodding at his brother. “You’d better get
out here.”
    Marcus glanced at me. “Jessa. Stay
here.”
    As an afterthought he grabbed a pair of gym
shorts before he leapt out of the window. I pulled the bedding
around my body and shivered as I searched for clothes. As I dressed
I strained to hear what was happening outside. A female voice spoke
in low commanding tones. Marcus interrupted her, arguing, but I
could not make out the words.
    I crept over to the window, pushing aside the
delicate eyelet curtains which had been sewn by Kiko’s mate. Marcus
stood about twenty yards away, the strongest of his brethren at