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town?”
    The storekeeper looked around the hut. “I’ll take you as far as the bridge, lass, but I daren’t take you any farther. Zebadiah’s sent one warning shot across my bow, and I won’t put Tansy at risk again. Of course, I’ll pay you for caring for her.”
    Viola clutched the coin purse on her belt. “Titus already settled the account and then some.”
    She hated the blank expression that flitted over the storekeeper’s features. Even after twenty-two years of been spurned by the pack, that closed-down look that said she didn’t exist crushed her every time. “I’ll hawk my goods in the marketplace then. Zebadiah can’t punish the whole town for trading with me. Can he?”
    Daniel slipped the bottle of medicine in his pocket and gathered Tansy in his arms.
    Tansy roused slightly as he carried her out to the wagon. “Cats, Daniel. Giant cats with women’s heads. They shot an arrow into my leg, but I fooled them and hid in a murder thorn. I thought they were going to kill me.”
    Viola exchanged a startled glance with Daniel. “She’s delirious. There’s no such thing as cat shifters.”
    The storekeeper settled his wife on the nest of blankets on the back of the wagon, then strode back inside and picked up Viola’s bag. “I’ll take that, love.”
    Viola tucked a blanket around Tansy, then took a deep breath, and she climbed up front on the seat alongside Daniel. Head high, spine stiff, she tried not to weep.

Chapter Five
    Prowlerville had a grand name, but it was little more than a hamlet that had grown up around the market square and a great hall. Back in Tundra Tough territory, the great hall resembled a Viking longhouse. The Rock Prowlers’ hall had crenulated walls around a medieval-style stone keep—all dominated by a bell tower and flagpole. Above everything, the Rock Prowlers’ yellow pennant fluttered in the breeze.
    He frowned at the stone wall surrounding the place. Otherworld species could flash inside, so the statement of strength seemed out of place. Why the hell did the pack need a shelter no one could take refuge in?
    Titus made straight for the oak doors and hammered on them so hard his fists hurt. Waiting like a beggar demanding an audience with a king set his primal beast roaring. He marched up to the stronghold, fully expecting Zebadiah to greet him, but the gate stayed locked despite him banging on it. He considered flashing to the top of the tower walls and fighting his way to Zebadiah’s chambers. Titus’s primal beast reared up, eager for fresh blood and violence.
    He considered it for a moment. If he went down fighting, that was okay by him. His life wasn’t worth much anyway. He hammered on the door again. “Open up, you lazy sods.”
    A two-foot-square window slid open in the door, and a servant barked, “What do you want?”
    The doorkeeper’s tone dripped insolence. Titus grinned and took a step closer. He slammed his fist through the gap in the door and into the servant’s face. The man fell as though poleaxed, giving Titus a clear view of the courtyard.
    Now that he could see through the giant peephole, Titus flashed inside. “Zebadiah Lightfoot, your hospitality sucks.”
    His words echoed over the central courtyard and bounced off the surrounding walls. A door opened in a low stone-built building, and ten Lykae marched into the courtyard. In the mundane world, they’d pass for Hell’s Angels—all black leather, steel studs, and sneering arrogance.
    Titus put his kitbag down and ran one hand over his five-o’clock shadow. “Ah, the welcoming committee. We could do this the easy way. You know, where someone has enough sense to tell your alpha I’m here. Or we could do it the fun way where I get to smash skulls and break bones.”
    Surprised by the trespasser’s confidence, a couple of the Hell’s Angels exchanged worried glances. The bald one at the front drew a knife from his belt. Its serrated blade glinted in the early-afternoon sunshine. “You