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    “Where is he?” he snarled.
    Two others already shifted rushed in from opposite sides, looking as confused as him.
    Diego growled. “I can still smell him but I can’t tell in which direction.”
    Dante stuck his nose in the air and took in and catalogued every scent he recognized searching for the one he didn’t. The salt in the air, the sand beneath his feet, and the pack filtering through the trees. There was only one other and it was faint. A barely there mint that led down the beach.
    “This way.” He turned to run and Diego caught his arm.
    “You’re shot.”
    “I’ll live. That’s more than I can say for the bastard who shot at my mate.”
    “Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. I thought we talked about this?”
    Dante wrenched his arm free from his brother. “I’m done talking about it. What I feel for her isn’t going away just because she isn’t a true mate. Now I’m going to kill the person who tried to take her away from me and you’re either with me or you're not. Your choice.”
    A wide smile crossed Diego’s face. “About fucking time.”
    Dante’s body jerked. “What?”
    “That means I’m with you.” He said nothing more before his bones began to pop and he flowed into a strong brown wolf. He yipped, telling Dante to get on with it.  
    He smiled and followed suit, ignoring the pain from the gunshot wound and the crack of his bones as he let the wolf have some freedom. With the pack by his side, some of the rage making him lose control subsided. If only temporarily.
    Together, they bounded down the beach hard and fast as the scent of mint grew stronger. A loud bang sounded and they both hit the ground as a bullet whizzed by them, so close Dante felt the hair on his back part from the force. Shit. He stayed low and moved into the brush. His prey was close. He and Diego split up and soundlessly moved in on the shooter. The scent of mint was so strong it nearly gagged him.  
    His blood thirst rose, the sound of a gun cocking the only thing he heard.  
    Dante opened his senses and allowed the wolf to take the reins. His hearing sharpened and the sudden sound of the hunter breathing slow and steady filled his ears. He controlled his breathing, but not the racing of his heartbeat or the extra flow of adrenalin making his blood rush through his veins.  
    Judging by what he heard, the gunman trying to kill him or his mate stood only a few yards away behind one of the nearby trees.  
    Time to flush this fucker out.
    He half growled and half snarled, amping up the volume, making sure his pack heard his claim.  
    He’s mine, it said.
    The pulse of his prey sped up. His fight or flight instinct kicked in and the barrel of the rifle came around the tree, firing off a shot a second before he ran. Dante’s own adrenalin spiked and he jumped from the rock he’d climbed on for a better vantage point. A howl broke the night air from in front of the hunter and he stumbled and scrambled back to his feet just in time for Dante to land on his back and take him to the ground, the air whooshing from both their lungs.  
    The wolf didn’t hesitate to wrap his mouth around the man’s neck and clamp down with his teeth.
    “No!!”
    Through the din of his own blood rushing in his ears, Dante heard his brother screaming at him as he ran into the clearing naked and in human form once again. “You can’t kill him. We need answers.”
    Fuck that . Dante snarled without releasing the human.
    “Diego’s right.” Damien entered the fray, approaching him both quickly and cautiously.  
    Dante tried to fight the kill instinct but its talons we’re embedded so deep into his psyche he couldn’t shake it.  
    “Rebel is safe, remember? Locked in the safe room. We have time to get answers before we dispatch this fucker.”  
    Mate .
    “That’s right. You need to get back to her. Show her you’re all right. She’s waiting for you, big guy.”
    Damien and Diego were both now touching his neck, lending him their