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few minutes. Just a few.
     
    Jacque glanced over at Gwen, worry chewing at his gut. His heart clenched when he saw her surreptitiously swiping away a tear. He felt like the big bad wolf in the fairy tales that humans read to their children, the monster slain by the hero of the story. Those stories had never bothered him. He thought them nothing more than a bunch of lies and nonsense but, for once in his life, he wanted to be the hero. Her hero.
    He growled and gripped the steering wheel to stop himself from reaching for her. He could still taste her sweetness on his lips, her seductive flavor on his tongue. The taste of her had only wet his appetite for more.
    Her hand had branded his chest where she’d touched him, the heat from her fingers leaving him craving more.
    His cock pressed against the zipper of his jeans, a very tangible reminder of his arousal. Jacque inhaled, smelling her soap and her sweet scent, but it was tinged with the darker spice of blood and fear. He didn’t like that. He wanted to experience the scent of her arousal. He licked his lips, practically able to taste it.
    She would come to trust him. There was no other way. There were many werewolves who would view her as a threat and would seek to kill her.
    He growled, the vibration filling the cab of the truck. Over their dead bodies. Because he’d kill anyone who touched her.
    His phone went off and he grabbed it before it had the chance to ring a second time. Gwen was asleep again, or passed out. He wasn’t quite sure which and, considering her probable concussion, it worried him. He wanted her home where he could put her to bed and take care of her.
    “Yeah?”
    “It’s me.” He gave a sigh of relief when Louis’s voice came over the line. “Cole and Gator are heading here. You’ll probably pass them on the road on your way home. They’ll load Gwen’s car up and bring it home.”
    “How about her house?” He knew she wasn’t going to like having to give up her home and freedom. She was obviously fiercely independent. But it had to be done. He’d deal with the fallout later.
    “Armand and I have everything packed. The refrigerator and cupboards are empty. Her front door is fixed and the house is locked up tight.”
    “Good. That’s real good.” He glanced at Gwen but her sleep was undisturbed.
    “We’re heading out now.” Louis paused for a brief moment. “How is she doing?”
    Jacque wished to hell he knew. “Physically, not great, but her injuries don’t seem to be serious. She needs a few days to recover. I won’t know more until I can have a better look at her.” It went without saying that they couldn’t take her to a hospital. “Mentally, I’m not sure. She tried to jump out of the truck.” He paused. “I was doing about fifty-five at the time.”
    “What?” Louis’s disbelief echoed his own.
    “Yeah, she still thinks we’re going to kill her.”
    “Haven’t you told her differently?”
    Jacque almost smiled. “I don’t think she believes me.” Her courage still astounded him. He’d known men—heck, he’d known other werewolves who hadn’t shown half the strength and resiliency that Gwen had. She was quite a woman. And she was all his.
    “She will. We’ll keep her safe.”
    His brother’s vow was a reminder that he wasn’t alone in this. Louis wanted Gwen as much as he did. That could be a problem. Only time would tell.
    “See you in a couple of hours.” He ended the call and tucked the phone away. By the time Louis and Armand arrived, he wanted Gwen cleaned up and tucked safely into his bed.
    His wolf settled inside him, sensing the rightness of that as much as the man did. “I’ll take good care of you,” he promised the sleeping woman. Whether she realized it or not, she belonged with him and he’d do whatever it took to keep her.

Chapter Four
    Jacque kept one eye on the hallway leading toward his bedroom and the other one on the two men leaning against the kitchen counter. Armand and