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during their astral hookup, he hadn’t sensed anyone else. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure what he would have done if he had.
    Again, the tiger within clawed to get free. To find her in cat form.
    Dax glanced out the windows and saw far too many people around to chance shifting. A wolf might be explained, but a tiger? Their small town of Pine Needle had no zoo. So hoping others would assume the cat had escaped was out of the question.
    “Bro, I can hear your thoughts. You’re projecting. Tell you what. Why don’t I pull over up at the Crow Bar, and you can haul ass to the woods, shift, and find Zhara?”
    Fin’s suggestion made sense. His only true concern would be the fact it was bear season in Maine. He’d have to stay cautious and on high alert.
    “Do it.” Dax was way past ready to have Zhara back where she belonged.
    Fin pulled them into the gray, crunchy gravel lot. Since they were early in the day, the bar sat nearly vacant. Tonight, though, the place would be packed with rowdy locals looking for fun and some fighting. He’d spent many a night there. It’d been Sparrow’s favorite hangout.
    “Look, I don’t want to draw any attention to an old truck sitting in the vacant parking lot. I’ll cruise around town looking for and asking about her, while you try to pick up her scent. Meet back here in an hour?” Fin asked, taking them around back where deliveries took place.
    Dax nodded as he slid from the seat and pulled his tee over his head. Once he’d stripped down, he placed his folded clothes in the cab of the truck and leapt toward the woods, shifting in the process. The truck would block any possible view from any workers who may or may not be in the bar preparing for the day.
    As soon as his large paws hit the leaf-covered ground, Dax took off in the direction of the lodge. His tiger was happy to be freed yet his beast was tense with anxiety. His inner animal mourned his mate’s absence. Wanted her back. Demanded it and would stop short of nothing to see her return.
    In the frigid temperature his white fur cloaked him as if today were a perfect warm spring day. The tiger urged him in the direction he assumed Zhara had gone. He hoped he’d have some kind of scent to track. Sure enough, as he circled the woods encompassing the lodge he detected her unique fragrance. Faint as the smell may be, she had indeed stopped at the lodge.
    Why hadn’t she stayed? What had driven her to leave the only lodging in town? He picked up traces of male mingled with her scent. She hadn’t been alone.
    Then it hit him. The vague memory of Sparrow worried about one of her brothers. A hard-ass biker who she claimed ate nails for supper and spit bullets when pissed. They’d seen a biker stop and pick Zhara up. Sparrow had popped in— unexpectedly, according to his mother—yet no doubt she’d caught wind of Dax bringing a mate home. Would Sparrow have stooped so low as to conspire with her brother to cause problems? Sparrow claimed she was over their calling off the wedding years earlier. But the rumor mill from friends over the years hinted she remained bitter when not even Fin had stepped up to mate with her.
    Dax took off in the direction of the scent. Once he determined where it came from, he turned back to meet up with Fin. Zhara was with Starl, Sparrow’s biker brother, at their family’s bed and breakfast.
    Rage drew his claws out, and Dax fought to keep his tiger from roaring. The large cat didn’t want to wait for Fin. He knew where to go and what to do get his mate back. But they weren’t in the wild, and killing his opponent was out of the question.
    Or so Dax prayed.
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    Relief coursed through her when Starl, wearing only a towel around his sculpted waist, let her off the hook. Nothing had gone down between them. Her room shared a bathroom with his, and he’d overheard strange noises. Thought she was having a nightmare or had been startled awake after a night of drinking.
    He’d only come in to