Mates in Life and Death

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Spirit Wolves 2

Mates in Life and Death A hundred years ago, Caesar lost Linden to death and the feral virus. Now, finally recovering his memory in his new life as Daniel Lawson, he is overjoyed when he senses his mate once again. But upon their reunion, he runs into an unexpected surprise —their other mate, Ash. A hunter of ferals, Ash doesn't know what to believe when he finds a human mate. Hearing about his brother Trent's mating gives him hope, but his world is shaken when Dan appears. Sorrows of the past linger between the three, straining a connection that is already difficult to understand. But when dangerous revelations shatter every notion of their reality, Ash and Dan find themselves fighting side by side in a desperate attempt to keep Linden safe. Will they get a chance for a new life, or will death win the battle again? Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Vampires/Werewolves Length: 27,947 words

MATES IN LIFE AND DEATH Spirit Wolves 2

Scarlet Hyacinth

MENAGE AMOUR MANLOVE

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MATES IN LIFE AND DEATH Spirit Wolves 2 SCARLET HYACINTH Copyright © 2011

Prologue Linden writhed on the bed, eyes shadowed by the feral insanity. He pulled at his bindings with a strength impossible for a human. “Let me go,” he snarled at Caesar. “Let me out, spirit wolf.” He sounded nothing like the sweet mate Caesar had fallen in love with. Caesar’s heart constricted. He’d destroyed his mate. If only he’d been able to control his impulses, this never would have happened. The spirit wolf medic shook his head at Caesar. “There’s nothing more I can do for him now. You know there’s no treatment for the ferals.” Caesar knew all that, of course, but for whatever reason, he’d thought things would work out with them. They’d been so happy together. Caesar could still remember the day he’d met Linden. The young human had been stumbling through the forest, looking for mushrooms to feed his family. He’d tripped against a root and fallen right in front of Caesar’s horse. One look, and Caesar had known he’d found his mate, and he could never let Linden go. Even with all the superstition abounding in their world, Linden accepted him with an open heart and an ever-present smile. But their bliss vanished when Caesar bit his mate, following his urge to claim.

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From the beautiful, carefree human, Linden turned into a monstrous feral. Caesar led the doctor out, knowing the man was right. Their medicine could cure many afflictions but not the worst disease of all. And what frightened Caesar the most was that this particular infection corrupted not only the body, but also the soul. He feared for Linden’s spirit, for his mate’s immortal essence. So far, he’d managed to keep Linden from breaking free and hurting humans. A killing spree would have made things even worse. But the years in confinement had not helped Linden’s state of mind, and his mate slowly slipped more into the feral madness. As he returned to the room, he looked at his mate once again, then at his brother. Valerius supported him every step of the way, ever since he’d chosen to pursue his relationship with Linden. Even after Linden had become feral, Valerius helped maintain the secrecy of their location from their strict father. However, not even his brother could stop the progress of the disease through Linden. “What do we do, Caesar?” Valerius asked. Taking in Linden’s beautiful features now contorted by hatred, Caesar knew he didn’t have any choice. He needed to end this, end his mate’s suffering. With a sigh, Caesar knelt to the bed. “I love you,” he whispered to his mate. “I’m so sorry.” “Fuck you,” Linden spat back. “I hope you die and rot in hell.” Caesar ignored Linden’s hateful words and pressed a brief kiss on his mate’s lips. Linden bit him, and Caesar realized in dismay that his lip throbbed where his mate’s fangs had torn into his flesh. They couldn’t wait anymore. Caesar retrieved the remaining wolfsbane leaves the doctor left them. Treated with silver, they could temporarily knock a feral out. It was hardly a cure, but they hadn’t been able to come up with anything better.

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With his brother’s help, he crushed the leaves against Linden’s lips and nostrils. As he inhaled the plant, Linden began to still, until he finally went limp altogether. “I need a favor,” Caesar asked as soon as he ensured his mate was out. “Go. Lock us inside the house, and burn it down.” Valerius’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You cannot be serious.” “Please, brother. I know I’m asking a lot of you, but there isn’t any other way. His soul will not long survive the evil of the disease, and I cannot live without him.” Caesar acknowledged his own selfishness, and he would have done anything in his power to save his beloved brother from this pain. But truly, he didn’t have anyone else he could count on. “We will be reunited one day, brother,” he said. “I promise you.” Valerius hugged him tightly. “I’ll hold you to that.” They held onto each other for a while, reluctant to give up. Even so, the effect of the plant wouldn’t last forever, and Caesar knew they didn’t have any other way out of this. Linden’s soul would not resist the feral insanity for much longer, and Caesar simply couldn’t live without his mate. Valerius broke the embrace and got up. “You come back to us, brother.” Caesar nodded and watched Valerius leave the room. He shifted in his wolf form and curled against his mate. As flames began to engulf the cottage, his survival instinct told him to get out and save his mate, but his heart prevailed. The only way to save his mate was to kill him. What a cruel fate. Caesar clung to his one lingering hope, his belief that their souls would find each other once more. At last, when fire burst into the room, scorching everything in its path, Caesar took one more look at his sleeping mate and then chewed on the remaining wolfsbane. He sent a prayer toward the Spirit Mother to help them as he fell into eternal slumber.


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Chapter One Two hundred years later “You’re going with him, and that’s final.” Drew’s voice reached all the way to Dan, making him wince. His best friend never fought with his two mates, Trent and Valerius. Dan felt guilty for causing their first argument, since, essentially, the entire thing was his fault. A few days before, Valerius D’Averam, his best friend’s mate, insisted Dan was his brother. As odd as it seemed, Dan knew—or rather—felt, the other man was right. Dan had always felt just a bit different. Growing up as an abandoned child, he used to dream about flames engulfing his body, surrounding him, and smoke choking him. He dreamt about someone else there with him, someone he couldn’t rescue, no matter how much he tried. In time, he’d managed to bury the part of him that screamed to let out, too busy trying to build himself a future. But when he’d been abruptly thrust into the world of the spirit wolves, the thing inside him reemerged. According to Valerius, he was not only Daniel Lawson, former deputy in the bland town of Tennington, but also Caesar D’Averam, a member of one of the most important spirit wolf families. Caesar had died many years back in a fire with his mate, Linden. Everything fit, and Dan knew he’d somehow found his past life. Still, everything confused him terribly, from the idea of reincarnation to his sudden transformation from a human to a spirit

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wolf. It made no sense. His dreams had returned with a passion, but they brought flashbacks of his past life. Dan felt as if he were losing track of his very sense of reality. He needed help in reorganizing his mind, and fast. As such, when Grant Hart, Trent’s father, suggested they arrange a meeting with the leader of all spirit wolves, the Magistrate, Dan jumped at the chance. He was tired of living with this uncertainty, and he intended to talk to the man anyway. He wouldn’t easily forget the attack that almost killed Drew. The suggestion led to the dilemma as to who would accompany Dan in his journey of discovery. Valerius needed to go, of course, as the spirit wolf closest to him. Only, Drew now insisted that Trent go with them as well, worried about what could happen. The two wolves, however, were concerned about Drew’s safety, an understandable fact given the assassination attempt not a week ago. By Dan’s side, Paulie, Drew’s teenage son, looked just as disconcerted as Dan felt. In spite of the little time they’d spent here, Paulie had already become quite attached to Valerius and Trent. Seeing them fight couldn’t be good for him. “Babe, please understand,” Valerius told Drew, “we can’t both leave you.” Drew glared at Valerius. “I’ll be fine. You’re needed elsewhere.” Valerius shared a look with Dan, and Dan felt an odd sense of connection between them. They weren’t brothers by birth, but the soul didn’t lie. Dan had a brief vision of Valerius dressed in old- fashioned clothes, holding a glass of liquor and laughing with him. “I’m glad you’re happy,” Valerius had said. “Linden is a wonderful person.” Paulie’s voice ushered him from the past back into the present. “Dan? Dan, are you all right?” The teen sounded concerned, and Dan struggled to give him a smile. “Never better.” Paulie didn’t seem very convinced. “You want to hear what I think?” All eyes turned to him, and Paulie gulped, obviously nervous.


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Nevertheless, he did offer his input on the situation. “Dad is right. You guys should go with Dan. Mr. and Mrs. Hart have the whole compound locked down tight. Not even a fly can come in without being seen.” Paulie’s intervention gave Marion Hart the chance to pipe in. “I will join you,” she said. She’d kept out of the debate so far and didn’t mention her opinion on it now either. But as the matriarch of the Hart household, she had quite a lot of influence in the spirit wolves’ societal structures. Dan couldn’t be happier that she would join them. He operated on the premise the more the merrier. It might have been odd that Marion chose to go, while Grant stayed behind, but the explanation came a few seconds later. “I’ll stay behind and with him at all times,” Grant said. Clay, Trent’s brother, chose this moment to intervene. He’d remained quiet until now, and as far as Dan could tell, it wasn’t unusual. He became a bit more exuberant when his sister, Amy, was present, but more often than not, he seemed a very serious young man. “I’m not much of a fighter,” Clay said, “but I promise you I’ll guard him with my life.” His father and brother’s words seemed to reassure Trent, and he nodded. “I suppose. We’ll be back as soon as we can.” “Besides, you can come back and visit, can’t you?” Paulie offered, his gleeful voice making everyone smile. “Very well then,” Valerius said. “It will be as you say.” Once the decision was taken, Dan headed toward his room. His life had changed so much in the past week or so, but he hoped this trip would help him understand it. **** The flight to the Magistrate’s Den took far too long for Dan’s liking. He regretted his decision of going almost as soon as they left

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the ground. He didn’t feel prepared to see the leader of the spirit wolves. Unfortunately, it was too late to back down. He distracted himself by focusing on practical considerations and listened to Marion’s advice on manners at the Den. “Keep your eyes on the floor until the Magistrate tells you to come forward,” she said. “You’re not in danger in any way, but being on his good side always pays off.” Dan nodded. “What about the rest?” The attack at the compound remained unaccounted for. So far, the spirit wolves seemed reluctant to approach the issue. Valerius had said he had doubts the Magistrate ordered it, but he didn’t want to put Drew in danger by bringing it up. “Let’s focus on you, for now. If it’s possible, we’ll bring it up without making any additional comments.” Translation: Without mentioning Drew. As soon as they came within sight of The Den, they stopped all conversation that could draw attention. The helicopter landed, and Dan waited in trepidation until the blades finally stopped. At last, the guards with them opened the helicopter door and led them out. They were met by a tall and handsome spirit wolf. “Welcome to the Magistrate’s Den,” he said. “I am Klaus Fleischer. Please, come this way. His Lordship is waiting.” Klaus led them through the cavernous halls of the Den—an inappropriate name to say the least since the building had nothing in common with an animal’s lair. In fact, it looked more like a palace or an administrative building than anything else. Still, the distinctive features of the spirit wolves appeared all over the place. Mostly, Dan spotted engravings and pictures of canines, as well as of the goddess they worshipped, the Spirit Mother. It also held an elegance and spirituality that reminded Dan of pictures of Celtic temples. At last, they came to a halt in front of a humongous door. The statues of two marble wolves guarded it. At each side, soldiers waited, watching them with penetrating gazes.


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Klaus knocked and entered the room. After a few moments, he came out and said, “The Magistrate will see you now.” The door opened, and they walked into what looked like the larger version of a lawyer’s office. It had always seemed odd to Dan that the spirit wolves used these titles for their administrative affairs, but all of a sudden, it began to make sense. A couple of desks lay around the room in a mathematical pattern, laden with papers, and hardwood bookcases lined the walls. There seemed to be hundreds of files there, and a spark of knowledge from his previous life invaded his mind. Detailed accounts of the geographical locations and assignments of the entire spirit wolf population were stored here in their original form. Countless amounts of transcripts and copies also existed in the Den archive, to make sure nothing was ever lost. Judging by the computer placed in the center of the largest desk, the data had probably been converted into electronic format as well. The click of the door notified Dan that Klaus had taken his leave. He registered it distantly, too busy taking in the sight in front of him and struggling to keep his composure. Behind this desk, a man sat, typing away at the computer. His salt-and-pepper hair spoke of a somewhat advanced age, and Dan distantly wondered about the Magistrate’s age. He seemed familiar, so he’d clearly been an important figure during Dan’s previous life. Then again, Valerius also lived over three hundred years, and he didn’t look a day over thirty. The three spirit wolves knelt, so Dan followed their example. “Rise,” the Magistrate said. When they obeyed, he spoke again. “Valerius D’Averam. Trent Hart. Marion Hart. Greetings. Who is your guest?” “Greetings, My Lord,” Marion said. Trent and Valerius echoed her, and Valerius continued. “This is Daniel Lawson. His presence is very important.” The Magistrate hummed thoughtfully. “I am told you wanted to see me regarding your brother and your new mate. I admit your first request surprised me.”

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“Yes, My Lord. First, I’d like to acknowledge Trent Hart as my true mate.” “And I would like to acknowledge Valerius D’Averam as my true mate,” Trent said in turn. The Magistrate pressed some buttons on the computer keyboard and then looked toward them once more. “Noted. I trust you’ll have an official ceremony?” “Yes, My Lord, as soon as we can,” Marion replied. “There are other issues to deal with now.” “Regarding Mister Lawson.” The Magistrate got up and left the desk. He crossed the room until he stood straight in front of Dan. “Look at me, Daniel.” Daniel obeyed. His gaze met the Magistrate’s hypnotic one. He’d never seen eyes like that. He couldn’t even identify their actual color. They seemed to turn from green, to blue, to black, and gold, a myriad of nuances that amazed Daniel. The spell was broken when the man looked away. “I see. I’m very happy for you, Valerius. Welcome back, Caesar. You were missed by our people.” Dan fidgeted. He felt uncomfortable being called Caesar. Even his brother called him Daniel, since his previous name triggered all sorts of memories, memories Dan couldn’t yet control. “Thank you, My Lord. If I could be so bold… I admit the situation is very confusing for me.” “Your two lives are blending into one,” the Magistrate said. “Yes, I can see it. You need help to put your thoughts in order. Well, that’s what I’m here for. To begin with the beginning, let me introduce myself. I am Wolfram Rozenstadt, and I am magistrate over our people. I wish to welcome you, Daniel Lawson, as a member of our pack.” He returned to the desk and sat back down, much to Dan’s relief. The Magistrate exuded a power that made him feel weak and humble. His entire being screamed to bare his neck and expose his belly. And


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who the fuck thought such things? He was Daniel Lawson, not some random wolf from the wild. When the Magistrate looked away from them, Dan stole a look at Valerius. “Our pack?” he mouthed. Yet another thing that confused him. So far, he’d never seen any sign of a wolf- like community. “It is an old-fashioned formulation. The packs we have are whole clans, but he means our nation,” Valerius mouthed back. Wolfram addressed Dan once again. “At any rate, you are welcome to stay here for as long as you like.” Wolfram retrieved a bell and rang it. Almost instantly, a side door opened and a servant appeared. “Prepare rooms for our guests. They’ll be with us for a couple of days. And bring refreshments.” The servant bowed lowly. “Understood, Highness.” The Magistrate waved the man off. When the servant made his discreet exit, Wolfram got up once more. Worry not, Daniel. You’ll find your way. I promise you.” He headed toward another door. “Come with me. Valerius, join us.” Dan gave Valerius a puzzled look, but the other man just gestured for him to obey. Dan’s apprehensiveness didn’t come from any doubt toward Wolfram. Instead, he feared what he might find out if he looked too deeply into the past. Wolfram led them to another room, a dark lounge furnished in tones of brown and black. “First, you should know a few things. It’s not uncommon for spirit wolves to reincarnate. They can even reincarnate to human parents. This is because our power is in the soul and not in the flesh. Such situations are trickier, since latent abilities are hard to discover. It can even happen that the spirit wolf in question might never acknowledge the potential of his soul, if something doesn’t trigger it.” Strangely, it made sense to Dan. Some of Caesar’s distant memories reemerged, deepening his understanding. If the power was in the soul, then the body would mold after it.

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Wolfram gave him a few seconds to process the information, and then said, “Sit on the floor.” Dan felt doubtful about the suggestion, but obeyed. As he did so, Wolfram turned to Dan’s brother. “Valerius, shift,” he instructed. Dan had seen Trent shift back in Tennington, but the transformation still shocked him. Given that the wolf was Valerius, it didn’t scare him, but it did bring back another flashback. He saw Valerius turning, himself joining him, the two of them hunting together, running under the light of the moon. He then remembered going back to a cottage, where a beautiful young man welcomed him with a tight hug. Dizziness assaulted him. “Easy there,” Wolfram said. “Lay down.” As Dan did so, Wolfram shifted as well and, together with Valerius, circled him. Dan ended up with Wolfram’s large paws on his chest and those surreal eyes staring at him from above. He found himself falling, falling, until past and present blended together, merging into one. Wolfram’s spirit invaded him, guiding his fractured memories to return to their original state. It should have been scary, but Dan sensed Valerius there, as well, and his brother’s presence anchored him. Slowly, it all began to return to him, bits and pieces of a different time, growing up with a stern family and a brother he loved. Then, meeting his human mate, and falling hard and fast for him. Linden, sweet Linden. His blood had tasted sweet the one time Dan, or rather, Caesar had bitten him, cursing them both, bringing about their eventual demise. He recalled the last night of his life, and tears filled his eyes. Where was his mate now? The beast within Dan reemerged, no longer bound by the barriers of humanity, and Dan felt himself change. His heart hurt and his skin burned, the need to be with his mate as intense as the desire to shift. He felt a slight nudge in his head, and then energy swept over him, taking over his consciousness.


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When he recovered, his vision had gone monochrome. He tried to get up, but as he did so, he realized he’d somehow acquired four paws. At first, the part of Dan that still couldn’t fathom all of this panicked, but Caesar’s memories soothed him, as did Valerius and Wolfram’s help. He experimentally began to walk through the room, getting used to this new form. With each passing second, his body remembered more and more of its previous existence. Soon, Dan’s excitement increased so much he wanted to go right this moment and find his mate. Linden was out there somewhere. With his acute senses, Dan would be able to find the other man. “Daniel, that’s enough,” Wolfram’s voice said. Dan turned and looked back at the Magistrate. Both Wolfram and Valerius had changed back into their two- legged form. Dan didn’t want to do the same, but his lord’s voice held a compulsion he couldn’t resist. Following his memories, Dan used the strength of his spirit to leash the beast and shifted as well. To his shock, when he returned to his normal state, nausea assaulted him. He couldn’t get up, and his limbs felt weak. Emotional pain coursed through him as he fully acknowledged what he’d lost. He hyperventilated when he realized he couldn’t go to find Linden. Linden didn’t exist in this world. Valerius knelt next to him and hugged him. “It’s all right. You’re back. Linden will return to us as well.” Slowly, Dan began to calm down. At last, he got up on tremulous legs. “Thank you,” he told Wolfram. “It was my pleasure and my honor,” the Magistrate answered. He tossed Dan and Valerius some clothes. The servants must have brought them in while Dan was out of it. “You’ve still got a long way to go. It’s a painful thing to acknowledge your past life, and sometimes it’s preferable to bury those memories altogether. But your heart needed this, and I believe you will soon find what you’re looking for.”

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Dan dressed in the provided clothes, Wolfram’s words strangely comforting for him. “Go rest now,” the Magistrate finished. “We’ll see each other again tomorrow.”


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Chapter Two A few months later Linden wiped down the tables with smooth, automatic motions, his mind already on the warm bed waiting for him at home. He felt tired, so tired. At this point, only the large doses of caffeine he inhaled like air kept him awake. But he needed the work, no matter how exhausting it had become to juggle three jobs. A strong hand landed on his shoulder. “That’s enough already, kid,” his boss, Jake, said. “Go on home. It’s late, and you look like you’re about to fall over.” Linden offered the older man a smile he didn’t feel. “Thanks. I am a bit tired.” Jake snorted at the gross understatement and ushered him off with a wave. Linden grabbed his stuff and made his way out of the pub. Darkness enshrouded him almost instantly, the night heavy and impenetrable. The occasional street light cast eerie rays through the gloom, but they marked Linden’s way home like the proverbial breadcrumbs. Truth be told, a part of Linden would have preferred to stay inside. Leaving work at this hour held some risks, even for a man. In the past, the night shift wouldn’t have bothered Linden. Timber Lake wasn’t exactly the Bronx, and the crime in their town rarely represented a problem. But an increasing shadow now weighed in the corner of his mind. Lately, the townsfolk had become cool to him, more so than usual. Even his bosses seemed aloof, making Linden fear for the state of his employment. He wanted to blame his

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apprehension on this, but he felt as if some sort of presence loomed over them, watching them from the darkness. He couldn’t talk to others about this, but he did have his mother. She was the only one who believed him, who didn’t mock him when he told her about his premonitions. Both of them held a strong belief in the existence of the supernatural. But this time, he couldn’t tell her. She’d forbid him from going to work, and God only knew they needed the money. Shaking himself, Linden ventured into the darkness. He walked as quickly as he could. At this hour, most everyone retreated to their homes, even the regulars at Jake’s pub. The streets looked strikingly bare, but the same feeling of being watched returned. Linden gulped, his heart beginning to beat faster and his palms sweating. He increased the pace, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Behind him, he could clearly hear the sound of something approaching. Not a human, Linden knew, but some sort of animal. Linden took off running. He knew his flight would just trigger the hunting instinct in some beasts, but he couldn’t just wait around to become a snack. Predictably, his speed proved insufficient for him to lose his pursuer. A loud growl was his only warning before a heavy weight landed on his back. The creature tore into his knapsack, and the rough material of the bag kept its claws from reaching Linden. He tried to squirm away, but the animal pinned him against the tarmac. Terror and pain showered over Linden at the realization these would be his final moments. He never should have taken the chance of working at night. Who would care for his mother now? Just when he thought the beast would surely kill him, the weight above him vanished. As he struggled to recover, he heard a pained yelp and something that sounded like animals fighting. He tried to scramble to his feet, but his body wouldn’t obey. And then, all of the sudden, something else hit him, a weird sense of


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warmth that strengthened him. Casting away his fear, he got up and looked behind him. He’d intended to see what type of creature attacked him, but instead, his gaze fell on a tall, nude man. Dark hair flowed over the stranger’s back in thick waves. A deep gray gaze scanned Linden from head to toe, as if analyzing for injuries. Linden drank in all the bulging muscles in his immediate proximity and swooned. The other man rescued him once again, catching him in strong arms. “Are you all right?” he asked. Linden nodded, feeling dazed at the entire experience. Had he died and gone to heaven? He could find no other explanation for this. The incredible sense of familiarity that surrounded him couldn’t be real. For fuck’s sake, he couldn’t be jumping from being at the edge of death to having his cock throb in his pants. And yet, he could not have denied it if he wanted to. Acknowledging the necessity to return to reality, Linden pinched his arm. The stranger didn’t vanish and just gave him an amused look. “I’m real,” he said. “You don’t have to hurt yourself to check that.” Linden could swear the man’s tone sounded husky, and something like arousal made those gray eyes stormy. This couldn’t be happening to him. Sure, Linden had a lot of weird experiences in his life, but so far, none of them brought anything good. He broke away from the embrace, trying to keep hold of his reason. First things first. He still needed to see his attacker. This time, no hot hunk blocked his sight from the huge wolf lying on the tarmac. Its fur was tainted with blood and its body very still. But Linden could still spot the sharp fangs and wicked claws. His knees turned to jelly, the shock and fear slamming into him, choking him. He could have died. He would have died, if not for the appearance of this mysterious man. “Shhh,” the stranger whispered. “You’re fine now. It’s dead.” Linden took a deep breath and focused on his rescuer’s calming words. It occurred to him that he had no clue how the stranger even

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saved him. And who ran around in the buff killing wild animals? Who was this guy, Tarzan? No, Tarzan at least wore a loincloth. The man didn’t have anything to shield his more than generous package from Linden’s gaze. God, Linden, don’t look, don’t look. This is not the time for eyeing his damn cock. “What just happened?” he forced himself to ask. “Who are you?” “I’m Ash,” the man answered. “And as for what happened, clearly, I killed the wolf.” “Well, yes,” Linden replied. He knew he was being very unappreciative, but this whole thing seemed too weird. “But you’re naked.” “Oh, that.” Ash shrugged. “To put it briefly, I belong to a cast of hunters. We live in the wild, and we trail animals that are a danger for humans.” Ash didn’t look like any Native American Linden had ever seen, but that didn’t mean anything. He’d heard of folk who left civilization for the benefit of returning to nature. Hell, his mother had lived as a hippie before her body began to show the effects of the lifestyle. The entire thing remained very suspicious, but all of a sudden, Linden couldn’t care less. Ash had saved his life. Linden didn’t have any right to question the other man’s ways. There were more things in heaven and earth than he’d ever know. Linden smiled at the other man. “Okay. Thank you. You saved my life.” He threw a look in the direction of the wolf. The sight made him oddly upset. The circle of life and death always did, and it saddened him the beast had been killed for him to survive. “I know,” Ash said, obviously guessing his thoughts. “It’s terrible that such things must happen. If it makes you feel better, the animal was sick. Had it lived, it would have caused a lot of pain.” “Sick?” Linden repeated. Ash nodded but didn’t offer further details. “Come. We must return its body to the earth. I know it’s late, but it won’t take long.”


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couldn’t have helped much anyway. His legs still trembled from the shock of his near-death experience, and Ash’s proximity didn’t help. In the darkness, he couldn’t even see Ash anymore, but he could hear the man work on the hole. “Well, there’s not much to tell. My name is Linden Rivers. I’ve lived and worked here for quite a while now, with my mother. My favorite color is gray, and I enjoy swimming, reading, and spending time in the forest. That’s about it.” A low chuckle sounded from straight behind him. “I’m sure there’s much more to you than that.” Linden yelped, for the first time realizing the digging had stopped. “What? Are you done already?” “I moved quickly,” Ash answered. “Don’t want you to keep you from your mom. Let’s go.” Linden obeyed and followed behind Ash. The man took his hand once more, and the heat he radiated scorched Linden. “What about you?” he somehow managed to ask. “How does this hunting activity of yours work?” “It’s a long and complicated story,” Ash answered. “I’ve been doing it for quite a while now. Basically, I follow the sick animals around wherever they go and prevent them from attacking people.” A lot of questions passed through Linden’s mind, but one dilemma prevailed. “That sounds lonely. Don’t you have a family?” A lover? went unsaid. “I have a family, yes. But my parents are also used to our way of life.” He sounded thoughtful. “I suppose it can get lonely.” Silence fell between them, until at last they reached the town once more. When the moonlight fell upon them, Linden realized his rescuer had, at some point, gotten dressed, probably in the forest, after he’d dug the hole. How fast did the man move, really? Technically speaking, a T-shirt, a pair of shorts, and some sneakers did not take a long time to put on. But where had he gotten them from?


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“I hid the clothing in the forest,” Ash explained. “I do understand indecent exposure and have no desire to get arrested.” They walked toward Linden’s house, making small talk about the town and its inhabitants. At last, Linden’s small home was in view. It wasn’t much, but they were lucky to have it. His grandparents had left it to him when they’d died, and it proved to be quite useful now, with his mother so sick. They stopped in front of the door and stared a few seconds at each other. This night seemed surreal, and for them to stand like this, like two teens after their first date, almost made Linden laugh. He ached to invite Ash inside, for a cup of tea, at least, but before he could decide to do so, Ash pressed a kiss to his forehead and whispered, “Good night. Sleep well, beautiful.” Ash turned and began to walk off. Still in shock, Linden completely missed his chance to tell the man to stop. As Ash disappeared into the night, Linden entered his home. He rubbed his chest, a strange sensation of acute loneliness gripping him. How odd. He’d told Ash a life on the road would mean isolation, but he felt just as bereft. Somewhere in his heart, he wondered about what secrets Ash kept. Clearly, the man’s life went beyond uncommon. What did Ash’s explanation really hide? Sighing to himself, Linden headed to his mother’s room. He peeked inside and noticed she slept peacefully. For once, her breathing seemed to be even. Linden’s efforts to provide her with medicine and care were paying off. Still, it wasn’t exactly a cure, and they couldn’t afford a lung transplant. The thought always weighed heavily on Linden, along with the fear that soon, the pills might not work. Once he assured himself all the doors and windows were locked, Linden retreated to his own room and collapsed on the bed. He fell asleep a second later, the exhaustion returning with full force as soon as he hit the mattress. That night, he dreamt of deep gray eyes and a warm, solid embrace.

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**** Ash sipped his coffee, the hot liquid scalding his tongue. He didn’t really taste it, nor did he feel its temperature. His every sense focused on the little human dodging tables in front of him, carrying trays laden with food and drinks. Linden Rivers. His mate. His very human mate. Ash had been on the trail of a feral when he’d sensed the distinctive scent that marked his other half. He’d never expected to run into a mate here of all places. His kind, the spirit wolves, arranged special gatherings to facilitate their search, but Ash never had any luck there. To his shock, the one he’d scented had been a human. Ash still recalled the moment when he’d seen the feral attack his mate. As much as it saddened him to acknowledge the necessity of his duty, on this particular occasion, he’d been merciless. One bite and the beautiful Linden could have become feral as well. He could have lost his humanity and turned into a bane for his own loved ones. Ash might have been forced to hunt him. He couldn’t even stomach the thought. Thankfully, he’d managed to save Linden from being infected with the feral virus. But now, he was faced with a choice, and he didn’t know what to do. He should leave his mate be. A man like Linden would find someone who could give him a real, human relationship, whereas Ash could only offer danger. He didn’t even know if they could have sex. In the heat of passion, many wolves desired to claim their mate, and that could bring about disaster for Linden. But Ash couldn’t make himself leave. His entire being protested against it. He dreamt of Linden, of touching that beautiful body, of kissing those full lips. He wanted to see those deep green eyes haze with passion and thread his fingers through Linden’s chestnut brown hair.


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And so, like a freak stalker, he’d followed the young human from his home. Apparently, Linden had three jobs, at the local library in the morning, then at a coffee shop after lunch, and the night shift at the town’s only pub. One wondered how people continued to give him work when clearly it put a strain on his health. Ash couldn’t, in good conscience, leave his mate like this. If he had to guess, Linden’s efforts were all meant for his mother’s medical treatment. Ash could at least help him with that. Before he knew it, Ash finished his coffee, making Linden return to his table. “Can I get you anything else?” he asked in a slightly breathless tone. “Well, to tell you the truth, I was wondering when your shift ends or you take a break.” Linden beamed at him, and Ash scented excitement and arousal around his mate. The bond was already forming, and they hadn’t even kissed. Hell, just the memory of the slight peck the day before made Ash hard like hell. Fuck. “Actually, I meant to take fifteen minutes right about now. We could have a cup of coffee together,” Linden said. He bit his lip, his expression turning hesitant. “If you want, of course.” Ash wanted to take his mate in his arms and kiss the uncertainty away, but instead he just offered Linden a smile. “I want.” “Great. I’ll be back in a minute.” Linden rushed off and Ash watched him lean over the counter to ask for their coffees. From his angle, Linden’s ass ended up in perfect view. Ash groaned and adjusted himself in his jeans. Fucking hell. Why did Linden have to be human? Linden returned to the table, carrying their drinks. He sat on the chair opposite Ash’s and took a small sip of his latté. Cream lingered on his upper lip, and Linden’s pink tongue licked it off. Ash swallowed, his cock throbbing in need for release. He’d have thought Linden did it on purpose if not for the innocent look the human threw his way.

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“So… You wanted to talk to me.” Talking was the last thing on Ash’s mind, but he needed to do the right thing for his mate. “Indeed. About your mother.” Linden looked surprised and a bit suspicious. “What about her?” “You mentioned her sickness yesterday, and I can see you’re struggling. I could help you out.” Linden looked away, his posture now tense. “I don’t need pity.” He bristled. “I can handle things by myself.” Ash kicked himself, knowing he was explaining his idea poorly and his mate would get up and leave any moment now. “It’s not pity. I just want to help.” Linden shook his head. “I appreciate it, but—” Ash interrupted Linden before his mate could finish the phrase. “Look, no strings attached, all right? Stop splitting hairs. I don’t have any ill intentions or whatever.” He took his human’s hand over the table and squeezed it. “Trust me. I can get her the best of care.” Linden looked torn. “How can you possibly do that? I thought you said your people live in the wild.” Ash shrugged. “I have some connections. Now, tell me, will you let me help you?” It was the least he could do. A few moments passed as Linden considered his offer. Reluctantly, he nodded. “It’s true I’ve been struggling, but we’re doing all right. If I could save enough for a transplant… But it’s so hard.” “Let me just make a couple of phone calls. We’ll have the best doctors see her.” His parents owned their own private hospital, and the spirit wolves had understandings with many clinics all over the world. With the amount of money his kind donated to each of these medical establishments, Ash expected guaranteed service for anything he might require. He retrieved his cell phone and speed-dialed his father’s private number. Grant picked up after the first ring. “Son? I’m so glad you called.”


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Grant’s tone surprised him. “Why? What happened?” he asked in alarm. “Is everyone all right?” “Yes, we’re fine, but we need to talk. You need to come home.” Ash began to protest. “Father, I can’t—” “Trent found his mate, or rather, his mates,” Grant interrupted him. It took a little while for his father’s statement process. “Mates?” he repeated. “Yes. Two. The first one is Valerius D’Averam.” Ash cursed under his breath. “The Judiciary?” Fuck. Talk about bad luck. Sure, Ash couldn’t be happier for his brother, but having a Judiciary in the family wasn’t his idea of fun. He knew exactly what those people did. To think they’d considered recruiting him. Fuck that. He had no intention to ever wipe the memories of any human. And what was this about a second mate? Leave it up to Trent to do things his own way. “What about the second one?” he asked. “Andrew Blunt. Ash, he’s human. They claimed him, and he’s fine.” Ash froze. He couldn’t believe his ears. “What? That’s not possible. A bite from one of us turns a human feral. The virus doesn’t make exceptions.” “Apparently, there’s more to it than that. Andrew is a pathologist. He is studying the feral virus now and trying to figure out how to replicate the effect.” Ash’s mind swirled. Dare he hope? Could he have a chance with Linden? “Sweet Spirit Mother… Why didn’t you tell me?” He shook himself, knowing all too well why his parents hadn’t called. He’d been on a mission, for crying out loud. Hunters couldn’t be contacted by their family during such times. They needed to avoid all distractions. “Never mind. Does the Magistrate know?” “No,” his father answered. “It is complicated. Apparently, not everyone wishes for a cure for the virus. There’s even been an assassination attempt against Andrew. They broke into the compound

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and almost killed him. I shudder to think what could have happened if your brother and Valerius hadn’t managed to get to him in time.” “Father, you’re not making any sense. Who attacked the compound? When?” “Lucius D’Averam, a couple of months back,” Grant answered. “It’s far too much to explain on the phone. We need to see each other.” Obviously. But Ash couldn’t leave his newfound mate. “Father, I found my mate, too. He is human.” Silence followed his reply. “Oh, that changes things. Does he know about us?” “We just met yesterday,” Ash answered. “I didn’t even intend to tell him. You know the risks.” “Don’t be hasty, son. The virus is being studied. You two have a chance.” Ash certainly hoped so, but until then, he’d promised Linden to help him with his mother. “I’ll remember that. One more thing. I called to ask you for a favor for my mate. His mother is sick with emphysema. Do you think we could help her out?” “Of course, son,” Grant told him. “We’ll send someone at once. Where are you?” “Timber Lake. It’s in Michigan, close to the border with Canada.” “Understood. Wait for us.” Grant paused. “I’m happy for you, son. Things will work out, you’ll see.” Ash thanked his father and ended the conversation. He looked at his mate, only to see Linden stare at him in clear shock. “Uh… I talked to my family,” he said. “They’ll send someone over.” “So I heard,” Linden replied. “What’s all this about a mate and a virus?” Ash gaped at Linden. He’d spoken to his father in the language of the spirit wolves. For this reason, he didn’t even bother to take his conversation elsewhere. Not to mention that he’d never expected his father to go into such a discussion. Fuck, he was such an idiot.


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“You understood what I said?” he asked, skirting Linden’s question. Linden frowned at him. “Does it look like I’m deaf? You were speaking in plain English.” No, he hadn’t, but clearly, their mate bond gave Linden the ability to understand anyway. “Come on,” he told his human. “Walk with me for five minutes. This isn’t the best place to do this.” “Obviously,” Linden replied, sounding irritated. He shot to his feet and glared at Ash. “But I have a job to do. Call me when you’ve decided to be honest.”

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Chapter Three Linden headed back to the bar, furious with himself and Ash. Sure, he’d known something wasn’t quite right with the other man, but apparently, the secrets Ash kept involved him. He had no idea what to think about the phone call, other than the fact that, for whatever reason, he’d stumbled into a wacko—a hot one—but a wacko nevertheless. Halfway across the coffee shop, he began to hesitate. Perhaps he should have given Ash the chance to explain. Everyone deserved the benefit of the doubt. He turned, but to his shock, Ash had vanished from the table, the only sign that he’d been there the steaming mugs and the cash left behind to pay the bill. Linden went back, took the money, and cleaned the table. He bit his lip in frustration. Now what? Yes, he was pissed, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to see Ash again. Fucking hell. Grumbling under his breath, Linden took the mugs to the bar. He ran straight into another barista, Jocelyn. “Where did your boyfriend go?” she asked. “None of your fucking business,” he spat at her. He didn’t like her on a regular basis, let alone today. The entire thing with Ash put him in a rotten mood. Jocelyn grinned at him, obviously amused at his annoyance. “Oh, did you get your ass dumped? Wait, you must’ve had it fucked, and now the hottie doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore. He probably told you he’s returning to the right type of relationship. Women.”


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Linden made it no secret that he liked men. He was by no means the only gay man in Timber Lake, but for whatever reason, he’d ended up working with the most fanatical homophobe in town. She’d moved in a couple of months ago and gotten a job at the coffee shop. He found her persecution more than a little irritating, especially since he’d never pursued his attraction toward his own sex. He didn’t have time for anything beyond the occasional flirty smile exchanged with a customer at the pub. These days, his exhaustion even kept him from touching himself. Even worse was the fact that, for whatever reason, she seemed intent on sparking hostility toward him. While Linden didn’t have friends in town, he couldn’t have said anyone had been particularly aggressive toward him, not until Jocelyn appeared. He knew replying would just fuel the argument, but he couldn’t let her have the last word. “Believe whatever you like. Clearly your own sexual frustration is flourishing if you have nothing better to do than to spy on other people’s boyfriends.” Jocelyn went an interesting shade of red. Feeling a bit better, Linden turned his back on her and began to work once more. He needed the money, and mooning over Ash wouldn’t pay the bills. A couple of hours later, his shift finally ended. Relieved to get away from Jocelyn’s stressful presence, Linden rushed to gather his stuff, when his phone rang. The caller ID said Jake. Why would his boss call him? Linden swallowed nervously. Had he been working poorly? Would Jake fire him? With fearful apprehension, Linden took the call. “Hello?” “Hi, Linden,” Jake’s voice said over the phone. “I’m closing the pub early today. The kids are in town, and we’re spending a quiet night at home.” Linden’s palms were beginning to sweat. That didn’t sound good. “Oh… Okay.” “You’ll still get your pay. Besides, you need some sleep.” “I’m fine,” Linden rushed to assure his boss. Please, don’t fire me.

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Jake chuckled. “Don’t panic. I’m just saying, like a piece of advice. I’ll see you tomorrow, all right?” Jake’s piece of advice sounded a lot like a warning, but at least the man hadn’t fired him. Linden began to breathe again. “Yes. Thank you. Good-bye.” He left the coffee shop feeling a bit light- headed. Even if not going to the pub would lose him the night’s tips, he felt thankful for the reprieve. He could have a quiet dinner at home, with his mother. A familiar warmth filled him, and his thoughts instantly turned to Ash. He didn’t know how, but he felt the man was near. Indeed, when he crossed the street from the coffee shop, he noticed Ash sitting on a bench, staring at the sky. As soon as Linden approached, Ash looked toward him and smiled. “Hi. I figured a personal visit would be better than a call since you never gave me your phone number in the first place.” Linden couldn’t help but smile back. Something about Ash made Linden want to just cuddle by his side and forget about all the evil out there. He allowed himself the luxury to sit down next to Ash. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten angry. You saved my life and offered to help my mother, and I attacked you.” “You’re in your right to be frustrated,” Ash answered, “and I don’t want your gratitude. I’m just doing what my heart tells me.” Ash’s words strangely didn’t surprise Linden. At the same time, he felt there was a knowledge there, hidden somewhere within the corner of his mind, that he couldn’t quite acknowledge. “I don’t understand any of this. We’ve only just met. Why do you want to help me? Why do I want to be with you?” “You are my mate,” Ash answered. “You understood that much from the conversation, but I have to tell you, at the time, I spoke in the language of my people. You shouldn’t have caught onto one word.”


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“But I did. What does it mean? Is it some sort of weird cult thing?” He didn’t have any problem with different religions, but he had the feeling it went beyond that. Ash laughed. “Not quite.” He got up and extended his hand toward Linden. “Come with me. I need to show you something, if you have time before work.” “I’m off today,” Linden replied as he gripped the other man’s palm. “I intended to go home, but I guess I can delay that a little.” The moment their skin made contact, electricity sizzled through Linden. Ash pulled him up, and their eyes met. Their bodies were so close Linden could feel Ash’s heat. “Thank you,” Ash murmured. His voice turned into an almost palpable caress, and Linden shuddered. Tired or not, his body responded, and his cock hardened once again. A female voice crashed through the cocoon of warmth involving them, shattering the moment. “Linden! Wait a moment, you little twerp.” Linden winced at Jocelyn’s voice. He had no desire to engage her in conversation, especially not now. The bitch would make him look bad in front of Ash. He had no idea what she could want, but he didn’t care. “Let’s go,” he told Ash. “I don’t want her to find us.” To his shock, Ash grabbed him in his arms. “Your wish is my command.” The world blurred in front of Linden’s very eyes. Cold wind beat against his face, and Linden shielded his face in Ash’s shirt, but the peculiar episode didn’t take long. Soon, he found himself being placed down on the forest floor. Linden’s legs nearly gave out, but Ash caught him. “Sorry.” His smirk didn’t look very repentant, but Linden couldn’t make himself be angry with Ash. He was too busy being in awe with what the other man had done. “What? How did we get here?”

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“I told you I wanted to show you something,” Linden replied, now seeming a bit hesitant. “That’s part of it.” “Part of it,” Linden repeated. “I’m almost afraid to ask about the rest.” Ash caressed the side of Linden’s face, and he couldn’t help but lean into the touch. Who was this weird man really, and why did he make Linden feel like this? “I’d never hurt you,” Ash whispered. The wind blew around them, and the smell of pine and green grass melded together with Ash’s wild scent, until Linden couldn’t separate them. This time, no Jocelyn appeared to spoil the moment. Their lips met for the first time, and Linden wrapped his arms around Ash to pull him closer. Ash’s tongue licked against the seams of Linden’s lips, and he gladly allowed the other man entrance. They kissed for the longest time, exploring each other’s taste, a languorous, slow dance that held so much gentleness it almost brought tears to Linden’s eyes. They broke apart breathing hard, and Ash pecked his lips once more. “Promise me you’ll let me explain.” Linden nodded. “I promise.” Ash began to take his clothes off, and Linden arched his brow even as heavy heat coursed through him. The lazy arousal brought about by the kiss intensified. His face heated up, but he somehow managed to say, “I’ve already seen that.” Ash shook his head. “Not all of it.” At last, Ash stood there, magnificently nude and mouthwateringly real. He dropped his clothing in the grass. Linden didn’t get to admire him for too long. Under his astonished eyes, fur began to sprout on Ash’s skin. The man’s muscles shifted and turned, claws and fangs, and even a tail appeared, all in a strikingly fluid motion that left behind a wolf instead of a man. When the transformation finished, wolf- Ash padded to Linden’s side. Linden stared at the animal, and his gaze met the same gray eyes he knew so well. “Holy hell,” he whispered.


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The wolf nudged his wet nose against Linden’s palm. On impulse, Linden petted Ash’s huge head, marveling at how soft the dark gray fur felt to the touch. Ash let out a low growl Linden identified as a sound of pleasure. Still in awe, Linden scratched behind the wolf’s pointy ears and was rewarded with an increase in volume. “Ash?” he asked when he could speak. “Is that you in there?” The wolf let out a yip and pushed his head into Linden’s palm. Linden took it as a definite “yes.” Amazing. Linden had always believed in the existence of the supernatural. After all, he’d spent his childhood years among hippies. Some might have laughed at their way of life, and Linden himself did resent it, since all the weed smoking now caused his mother to be sick. But he’d seen many truths there, truths the civilized world denied. Perhaps for that reason, Linden knelt in front of the wolf and hugged it. He understood now why Ash had been unable to speak of this. Hell, “I’m a werewolf” was hardly appropriate conversation for a first date. As a matter of fact, they hadn’t even gone on a first date. A near-death experience didn’t qualify, and his brief coffee break had been interrupted before it could even venture into at least a game of footsie. Ash’s choice to share this with Linden humbled him. It seemed clear to him now that the other man felt the same peculiar connection. Was this what Ash meant when he mentioned the word “mate”? Could it be like wolves in the wild? How exactly did it work? As if guessing Linden’s dilemma, Ash shifted. It was the oddest thing. Linden actually felt the energy of the change within him, deep inside his soul. It echoed to the part of him that screamed a warning in dangerous moments or arched in pleasure in Ash’s presence and felt things beyond what normal folk could. And then, Linden ended up with his arms wrapped around human Ash’s neck, just like a few moments ago, when they’d kissed. This time, however, Ash looked very human, and very naked.

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Flustered, Linden broke away and got up. “Wow,” he said. “That is something.” “You’re not frightened?” Ash asked. He didn’t move, and Linden surmised it was Ash’s way of ensuring Linden didn’t panic. He shook his head. “Some things just are. I can tell you don’t mean me any harm. I can feel it in my heart.” He paused, remembering the weird animal from the night before. “The other wolf. Was it like you, a werewolf?” “Spirit wolf,” Ash corrected. Ever so slowly, he began to stand, until at last they were eye-to-eye, or rather, eye to naked chest. Gulping, Linden forced himself to focus on the explanation. “You’re half- right. The beast that attacked you is the closest thing to a werewolf we have in the real world. As a rule, it appears when a spirit wolf bites a human.” Linden was beginning to understand. “This is why a human mate would be problematic? Because someone might bite me? But surely, such a thing can be avoided.” Ash sighed. “Spirit wolves can protect their mates from anyone but themselves. Our instincts tell us to claim our other halves, and that is done through a bite.” Linden’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit.” His heart fell at the realization their budding relationship could not progress. He could not ask Ash to take the chance, especially not after what he’d seen the day before. Just his luck. All the good ones were either straight, married, or werewolves. “Quite right. So far, I’ve grown up under the impression human mates are not possible. I always thought fate would not be so cruel to give us this amazing gift, then make it unreachable. Apparently, I was very much mistaken.” Ash began to put his clothing back on. “As for the concept of mate, I think you’ve already grasped it.” Linden nodded. He could feel it inside of him, growing at an alarming rate. “So what did your father say? I didn’t exactly get much of it.”


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Ash turned to Linden and took his hands. He kissed them, then spoke again. “Apparently, my brother found his mates. Two mates, and one is human. Somehow, they managed to prevent the human from turning feral.” As odd as the concept of two mates seemed to him, Linden focused on the most important part of the explanation. “That’s great. It would mean we…ah…a human and a spirit wolf could be together.” He was getting ahead of himself again. Hell, they’d only just met, and in the expanse of twenty-four hours, Ash had saved his life and revealed the existence of not-quite werewolves. He’d also told Linden they were mates, but humans and spirit wolves could not be together, then gone back to say they actually could, since Ash’s brother found not one, but two mates. “This is very confusing.” “I understand.” Ash hugged him tightly. “It’s okay. If you’re willing to try, we have all the time in the world to get to know each other. I admit I never intended to tell you about me being your mate, but this gives me hope.” Linden understood what Ash wasn’t saying, the depth of the loss Ash would have suffered had it been so. “So now what?” he asked. “Well, they’re sending someone to check on your mom. Perhaps we’ll find out something more then.” Linden certainly hoped so. “Well, until then, what do you say about an old- fashioned dinner at home? I know my mother would love to meet you.” Ash’s eyes widened. “Are you serious? I’d be honored, but…” Linden silenced Ash with a peck. He knew he was doing the right thing. He couldn’t hide this from his mom. Perhaps he wouldn’t tell her about the ferals, but he had to share the incipient emotions in his heart. It all felt too huge for him, and yet, so very real. He started to lead the way back until he realized he didn’t have a clue on where Ash actually took him. He glanced back at the other

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man. “I suppose this is where you take me into your arms again and take us to town.” Ash laughed and started to put his clothes on. “With pleasure.” **** After a flash race through the forest, they reached the town. A brisk walk led them to Linden’s home in maybe fifteen minutes. Ash enjoyed every moment of it. It surprised him Linden had taken the entire thing so well. It could be shock, or something different. However, his prospects improved considerably since this morning, since he’d considered himself doomed to abandon his human mate. Still, nervousness coursed through him at the thought of meeting his mate’s mother. What did Linden intend to say? Their relationship was ambiguous at best. He couldn’t exactly call himself Linden’s boyfriend—in human terms—but neither could he explain the spirit wolf logic of their bond. “Don’t look so tense,” Linden said, taking his hand. “She’s going to love you. You’ll see.” The warmth of his mate’s hand drove away all fear, and Ash grinned sheepishly. “I hope so.” They entered the courtyard through a small gate. The house had definitely seen better days, but on the whole, it looked well-kept. Rose bushes, well- trimmed and cared for, decorated the alley. The paint on the fence was beginning to peel, but the wood stood strong. Linden retrieved a key from his pocket and opened the door. “It’s not much,” he said, “but it’s home.” The first thing that struck Ash was the aroma of freshly baked cookies. Whole wheat, honey, carob chip cookies. Excluding his mate, he hadn’t smelled anything so delicious since he’d last been home. “Mom, I’m home,” Linden called out. He gestured Ash to get in and close the door. They followed the scent into a cozy kitchen. A slender, long- haired woman sat at the


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table, drinking what smelled like ginseng tea. “Hi, baby,” she said. “Sorry I couldn’t welcome you.” Linden knelt next to his mother. “No problem. You okay? You shouldn’t have strained yourself to cook. You know you shouldn’t be around smoke.” “I had a feeling you’d come early, and I wanted to surprise you with something sweet,” she replied. Her voice sounded weak, but warm. “And you used to love these cookies a lot when I made them.” Her gaze turned to Ash. “Besides, we have a guest today. What kind of host would I be if I didn’t have anything to serve?” Ash blinked in surprise. He knew for a fact that Linden hadn’t let his mother know of Ash’s visit. Linden, however, didn’t seem shocked. He just tsked. “Okay, but you shouldn’t have gone to all the trouble.” “It’s no trouble,” she replied. “Now introduce me to your friend.” Linden gestured for Ash to come closer, then flushed, clearly realizing Ash never told him his full name. “I’m Ashton Hart,” he said, helping his mate out. “Pleased to meet you, Ashton,” the human woman replied. “I’m Willow Rivers.” She tilted her head as if analyzing him. “That’s odd.” “What? What’s wrong, Mom?” Willow hummed thoughtfully. “I’m glad he’s come at last, but I saw you with a different wolf.” Ash gaped at Willow, shocked at her statement. He wasn’t sure which part of it to address first. Willow laughed. “Don’t look so shocked, Ashton. I may not know exactly who you are, but I can feel it. And I dreamt it a long time ago.” Linden’s easy acceptance of his paranormal nature began to make sense. He’d grown up with a woman with a clear affinity for the supernatural. In fact, if Ash had to guess, his mate probably shared his mother’s abilities. “Sit and eat. You look tired.”

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Ash obeyed, her gentle voice directing him with as much certainty as his spirit wolf trainer’s growls once did. Linden placed a platter of cookies in front of them, a few glasses, and a large carafe of natural orange juice. He then took a seat between his mother and Ash. Ash felt so odd to share a table with this human woman over crispy cookies and juice. It felt so much like home that he suddenly had the yearning to see his own family. “Tell me about yourself,” Willow said. Ash considered his words, wondering how to explain what he did without frightening her. She seemed so frail, like a porcelain doll, but yet, she held such hidden strength it awed him. “I’m a warrior. I guard my people. I have two younger brothers and a sister, and the oldest of them shares my work. And… I really like Linden.” Linden grabbed a cookie and bit into it. “You never told me that,” he said in a pouty tone. Willow smiled. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to figure things out. The important thing is you found each other.” Her expression sobered. “But, Ashton, is what you do dangerous for Linden?” “I wouldn’t do anything dangerous for him,” Ash answered. “I won’t lie. Our way of life has dangers. But we hope to change it.” “And his family said they’re going to help us with a lung transplant,” Linden piped in. Willow looked surprised, and then her expression turned cautious, even reluctant. In a sense, Ash understood her. Transplant surgery was risky, and now that he saw her, he realized it might not be an appropriate solution. But Ash didn’t doubt his people would be able to find an alternative. When Willow spoke again, her voice sounded skeptical. “Well, that I didn’t expect. I don’t want you to feel obligated to help me. I accept whatever comes as a result of my own choices.” “It will be a pleasure for us to help. I know it would make Linden very relieved.”


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Chapter Four Dan exited the Magistrate’s office with Valerius. He’d been at the Den for three months now. Throughout this period, Wolfram helped him put some order in his memories with more sessions. He’d also suggested some exercises he could use that would aid him do this by himself. Naturally, Wolfram was a busy man, and he couldn’t focus just on Dan. But they were making progress, and Dan thought soon, he’d be ready to go. His companions occasionally visited from the Hart compound from time to time, but he’d remained here at the Den, and he missed his friends. He noted Valerius seemed tense and wondered why. He realized the reason when they met up with Trent and Marion. Trent held a cell phone to his ear and looked concerned. “What is it?” Valerius asked. “What’s wrong?” “I haven’t been able to get through to Drew, or Dad,” the other spirit wolf replied. “I’m calling the private line of the compound now,” Marion said. She lifted her hand to demand silence when someone answered her call. “Yes, Mrs. Hart here. I’d like to talk to my mate or Doctor Blunt.” “Well, they’re not here, My Lady,” the person at the other side of the connection said. “They’re not in the compound.” Trent and Valerius looked visibly upset now. “They’ve left?” Marion asked. “Where? When?” “A few hours earlier,” came the reply. “You probably can’t contact them because they’re flying to their destination. I’m not sure where they’ve gone.”


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Marion gritted her teeth. “I see. Thank you.” She snapped her cell phone shut. “Keep trying at Drew’s. When I get my hands on them…” After a frustrating half hour, Drew took Valerius’s call. “Oh, hi, babe. What’s up? How are you?” “How are you?” Valerius shot back. “Or rather, where are you? We’ve been calling you for two hours.” “Uh… Right. Well…” At first, Drew sounded like a fidgety, scolded child, but the brilliant scientist soon made a comeback. “You see, we got a call from your brother. He needed some medical assistance, and I volunteered.” “From Ash? Why does he need help? And why in the world did you have to go? There are other qualified medics who could’ve gone.” “Your brother found his mate, a human. The boy needs help for his mother. I couldn’t not go.” His voice softened. “I’m sorry. I’d have told you, but I didn’t want to worry you.” “Well, you succeeded in doing just that,” Valerius muttered. “I’m not even going to ask how you got Dad to take you along. Where are you?” “Timber Lake. It’s a small town in Minnesota, close to the border with Canada. Very beautiful place.” Valerius shared a look with Dan, and Dan nodded. “We’re coming there,” Valerius said into the phone. “Do you have an address for us?” “Willow Rivers, 36 Maple Drive.” “All right,” Valerius said. “Wait for us, and don’t do anything stupid.” “Seriously, Val, you worry too much. We brought plenty of guards, and your dad is watching my back at all times.” In spite of Drew’s words, Dan couldn’t fault his brother for being concerned. He’d lost a mate as Caesar, and he knew both Valerius and Trent experienced a similar fear during the attack that nearly claimed Drew’s life. He hated to admit it, but his friend made a serious

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mistake on this one. He supposed Drew’s heart had been in the right place, but sometimes, one just needed to accept the boundaries of their existence. Valerius passed the phone to Trent, and a similar conversation ensued. The basic decision remained the same. They’d go to Timber Lake and meet up with Drew and Grant. At last, Trent passed the phone to his mother, who demanded to speak to Grant. Surreptitiously, Valerius, Trent, and Dan abandoned the area in favor of going to pack. Even Dan knew better than to be around Marion when she got pissed. A few hours later, after thanking Wolfram and saying good-bye to the people at the Magistrate’s Den, the four of them headed out toward Timber Lake. The journey was ripe with tension. Valerius drove, apparently familiar with the area from his hunter days. At one point, Valerius looked confused as to the exact location, since the town didn’t seem to appear on any map they could find. When Dan vocalized his doubt, Valerius shrugged. “I’ll just follow this.” He pressed his palm against his chest. “The best GPS there is.” All the while, Trent and Marion badgered their respective mates with countless phone calls. By the time they reached their destination, Dan’s head was throbbing. But as they approached their destination, his migraine began to dwindle in favor of a different feeling. He rubbed his chest when a peculiar weight settled on his heart. It felt as if a powerful thread pulled at him, summoning him closer. In his mind, Linden’s image emerged, combined with something else, something he couldn’t quite see. Dan felt like he was choking, the overwhelming sensations growing more and more powerful. In the corner of his mind, he felt the car stop. “Are you okay, brother?” Valerius asked. Dan forced himself to calm down. “Yes. It’s just that… My mate. I think my mate is here.”


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Silence fell over the car. Trent and Valerius seemed thoughtful and looked at each other, as if conveying a silent message only they could hear. Finally, Valerius started the vehicle once again. “Okay. We’ll be heading in the tentative direction of the address Drew gave us. If at any point you sense we’re heading away from him or her, tell us.” Dan nodded and their journey continued. They drove into Timber Lake, a beautiful quaint town which held all the charm of a remote settlement in the middle of nature, combined with a tourist retreat feel. Dan noted a couple of shops, cafes, and even a pub, a large administrative building, a library, and museum, all the hallmarks of a typical American town. Never once, however, did he feel they were straying from the direction they needed to take to reach his mate. In fact, the sensation of warmth flowed over him with even greater intensity, so much so that at one point all the beauties of Timber Lake became nothing more than a blur. When the car stopped, Valerius said, “We’re here. Do you want to keep driving?” Dan took a deep breath and shook his head. He knew exactly where he needed to go from here. He exited the car and headed straight toward the door. Distantly, he heard his brother call out, but he ignored it. He didn’t know through what miracle he managed not to tear the door open. It could have been the fear of scaring his mate. He knocked in the most polite manner possible. After a few seconds, a tall brunet opened the door. Dan was left gobsmacked, not knowing what to think or do. Everything inside Dan screamed “mate,” and yet he knew this was not Linden. How could this be? “Ash, hey,” Trent said from behind him. The man’s gray gaze looked away from Trent. “Hi,” he said. The monosyllabic reply sent shivers down Dan’s spine. The man’s voice seduced him, like passion turned into sound. He gulped, trying

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to get his brain to work right. So this was Trent’s brother, Ash. Okay. Then Ash had a mate, a human mate. Dan had overheard it on the phone. What the fuck? Could it be…? Dan’s thoughts short-circuited when another person appeared. Green eyes peeked in awe at Dan, shielded by locks of brown hair. They were just like Dan remembered them, clear and honest. Everything else might have changed, but not that. When their gazes met, Dan was catapulted to another moment in time, from two centuries back, when he’d first met his human mate. So many things had happened since then, and yet, they’d found each other once more. “Linden?” he couldn’t help but say. He knew the man standing in front of him wouldn’t be Linden, just like Dan wasn’t Caesar. But at the same time, their souls were the same, and like Dan still considered Valerius his brother, he saw his mate’s spirit, nothing else. The other man snapped out of his daze. “H–How do you know my name? Who are you?” A beautiful middle-aged woman emerged from behind Linden. “Oh, it’s you. You’re finally here. Well, this is awkward.” Dan felt like he’d fallen into the proverbial rabbit hole. He stared from Ash to Linden, then to the woman. Was this how Drew had felt when he’d met Valerius and Trent? If so, Dan hoped that one, they wouldn’t get attacked by rabid in- laws, and two, they’d manage to make things work, like Drew and his two mates did. But he couldn’t get ahead of himself. First off, he completely agreed with the human woman’s assessment. Clearly, Ash acknowledged Linden as his mate and had not expected another. “What are you talking about, Mom?” the human asked. The woman—apparently Linden’s mother—made a pacifying sound. “In a minute. Come on in, honey. I’m Willow. Tall, dark, and glaring is Ashton, and you already know Linden.” Dan walked inside the house and to Willow’s side. He took her cool palm and kissed it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Daniel Lawson.”


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Behind him, Valerius, Trent, and Marion appeared. As introductions went all around, Dan found himself staring at Linden once again. “It’s really you.” Linden rubbed his chest in an absent gesture. “Why do I feel like I know you?” Ash came to stand between them, his eyes narrowing at Dan. “I think there’s a lot here we need to discuss.” Dan nodded. His new senses gave him mixed signals about Ash. He seemed confused, apprehensive, and suspicious of Dan. But neither of those things could disguise the arousal and chemistry between them. Before they could proceed with any explanation, Drew and Grant stepped into the foyer. Drew hugged Trent and Valerius, and Grant did the same with Marion. Drew then turned to Willow and frowned. “Miss Rivers, I said you shouldn’t exhaust yourself. Come sit down. All this activity isn’t good for you.” Willow scoffed. “Doctors. No offense, honey, but I’m not an invalid.” Dan didn’t know if he agreed. From what he gathered, her condition must be quite serious if they were bringing the doctors to her instead of the other way around. When Linden gave her a scolding look, she led them to a small living room and sat down on a couch. “I’ll get some drinks,” Linden said. “Please, don’t.” The words escaped Dan’s lips before he could stop them, but for some reason, he could not accept the mere thought of being parted from his mate for even a second. Willow smiled. “I think it would be best if we all left you to have a brief talk. For the record, Daniel, I dreamt about you. I heard you call my baby, Linden. I knew you’d come.” She got up and ushered everyone out, until only Dan, Linden, and Ash remained in the room. For a few moments, they stared at each other. Finally, Ash took a deep breath and said, “Well, I’ll begin. I’m Ash Hart. I’m a hunter, and you might’ve heard something about me from Trent. I believe, somehow, both of you are my mates. But I can’t

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understand how that’s possible. I can’t understand how Trent makes it work.” “I didn’t understand it either when my friend, Drew, first told me about it. Everything is so surreal to me.” Dan swallowed nervously. “A few months ago, I was just a human deputy in a small American town. Then, Trent and Valerius showed up, sweeping Drew off his feet and bringing me along in the process.” Ash scowled. “Wait, you’re human? That’s not right.” “As I learned about the spirit wolves, I felt something inside me change. And a few days earlier, I found out the soul of Valerius’s brother, Caesar, is reincarnated inside me.” Linden’s eyes widened, and he looked a little green. “Caesar? I sometimes dream about someone named Caesar.” Ash looked absolutely frozen now. “What happened?” Linden asked. “We met back then, two hundred years ago. You were human, and me a spirit wolf. But we didn’t know Ash. We were so incredibly happy together… until I bit you.” A statue would have showed more emotion than Ash. “You turned him feral.” Dan nodded. It was getting harder and harder to speak. His memories assaulted him, vicious, ferocious, bitter. He felt so ashamed, so miserable for what he’d done. He’d failed both his mates in the worst possible way. More than a failure, it had been a betrayal. If only he’d hung on, they’d have found Ash. Together, they might have figured out a solution. Linden’s arms came around him, giving him strength. “It’s all right. Take it easy. Ash and I are here now. You’re not alone anymore.” Distantly, Dan wondered whether Linden would think the same once he finished the story. “You were growing worse, falling deeper into the madness. We tried everything, Valerius and I, but nothing


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worked. In the end, I feared for your soul and… And… God, I’m so sorry. “ Linden hugged him tight, shushing him, gentle whispers preventing Dan from breaking up altogether. Dan remembered other times when they’d hug, sometimes after Caesar argued with his father, Lucius, or when his job became too much to deal with. “I remember now,” Linden whispered in his ear. “You don’t have to say anything anymore.” Silent sobs shook Linden’s slender form, hot tears seeping through Dan’s shirt to the skin. His mate’s pain burned Dan, but at the same time, in a strange way, Dan found kinship in it. He’d have preferred it if Linden never remembered their final days, and yet, the knowledge their bond remained as strong as ever made him oddly happy. It made him realize Linden’s soul had healed from the marks of the feral virus. For him, that was the most important thing. He didn’t know if he deserved Linden’s forgiveness, and especially not Ash’s. But he’d spend the rest of his life trying to earn it. **** Ash watched as Dan and Linden hugged each other in a combination of dismay and heartbreak. He’d known both of them were his mates from the moment he’d seen them. He should have been excited, no, over the moon in happiness. In a sense, he was. But at the same time, something inside him didn’t allow him to fully enjoy the experience. He couldn’t explain how he felt when looking at the two of them. No, he could explain it. He felt left out, terrified, and very upset. It was beyond his power of comprehension how he could be saddened in such a moment, but it couldn’t be denied. His mates’ pain echoed within him, and he acknowledged it with a great deal of distress, knowing he hadn’t been there to help them when they’d needed it most. And then, there was his own selfish need to be with

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them, to want them both all to himself. They’d lived together before ever knowing him. They knew each other so well. What did he know? How could he compare? He felt… inferior. All of a sudden, Dan and Linden broke apart and turned toward him. Ash couldn’t look at them, couldn’t take the look of pity in their eyes. “Ash…” Dan began. Ash shot to his feet. “I’m going out for a run,” he said. Before they could try to stop him, Ash rushed out into the kitchen and out the back door. The Rivers’ home was located a short distance away from the edge of the town, and it didn’t take long for him to reach the forest. The warm rays of the sun filtering through the vegetation didn’t reach him. He pictured the horrible images Dan painted. He didn’t know what exactly happened after Linden’s transformation, but he didn’t have to be a genius to guess. Caesar must have been forced to kill their mate. Did he blame Dan for the mistakes of his past life? Yes, he did. He shifted into his wolf form and began to run. Unleashing the beast within him always served to purge his frustrations. This time, however, it didn’t work. The primal part inside begged to be back with its mates, to nuzzle at Dan and Linden’s side, to claim them both. Even as his senses detected the scent of rabbit, he ached for more delicious prey. The feel of another wolf approaching suddenly came to him. His instinct recognized the other animal, and Ash could no longer control himself. He veered back, his paws carrying him the way he’d come. He sensed Dan’s apprehension, but even with that, Dan didn’t stop his chase. They met in a small grove and circled around each other, tentatively approaching. Dan looked almost afraid, and yet he padded forward until he reached Ash’s side. Their snouts touched briefly, almost shyly, until at last Dan bared his neck to Ash in a gesture of submission.


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They shifted back in their human form at the same time. “If you ask it of me, I will leave you and Linden be,” Dan said. “I don’t deserve either of you.” Fear and anger coursed through Ash. “I would never expect or want such a thing. Does our bond mean so little to you that you’d cast it away like this?” Dan shook his head. “I just want you to be happy. And you’re not happy. Neither is Linden.” Dan sighed and looked away. “It seems like the only one who gained something from our meeting is me, who least deserved it.” The heavy guilt Dan emanated settled over Ash, and in that moment, Ash hated himself for being so unfeeling. He should have been there for his mates, not fled like a coward. He should have helped them through their dark memories instead of being jealous of their shared past. A true mate would help his other half surpass the festering wound of self- hatred, not twist the knife further. Ash pulled his mate close until their naked bodies came into contact. “Don’t say that,” he whispered. “We’ll learn to be happy together. Things are difficult now, yes, but we’ll get used to it in time.” Dan seemed doubtful. “But how can you ever forgive me for what I did?” Ash hesitated. He recalled his own feelings at meeting Linden, the intense desire to touch, claim, and possess. From what he gathered, Dan—in his previous life as Caesar—had been with Linden quite a while before disaster struck. Could Ash have kept himself in check? He doubted it. Could he blame Dan for wanting to be with Linden forever? Definitely not. They needed to get this out in the open, expose it before the wound became infected and damaged them all beyond repair. “What happened?”

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“Linden fell deeper and deeper into the madness with each passing day,” Dan said. “I killed him. I asked Valerius to burn down our home with us inside.” For a few moments, Ash didn’t move and didn’t speak. He struggled to breathe, the pain that coursed to him at those words so intense it paralyzed him. They sat there, kneeling, staring at each other, sharing memories that refused to be forgotten. “Ash?” Dan ventured at last. “Are you all right?” Ash nodded and struggled to make sense of the feelings he experienced. A part of him hated Dan, despised Caesar’s weakness. How could he not? Caesar’s poor decisions destroyed Linden’s past life. But another side of him felt for his wolf mate. He understood. He’d have wanted to claim Linden, too. He still did. In a sense, Caesar’s courage and sacrifice had saved Linden, giving them a second chance. Could Ash deny them? Could he cast it aside in the wind? “I understand,” he said simply. On impulse, he pressed a kiss to Dan’s lips. The other man froze, and at first, remained completely still. But when Ash pulled him closer, Dan surrendered to him, or rather to their shared passion. As Dan parted his lips, Ash fed on Dan’s mouth, but the other man didn’t disappoint either. He took what he wanted, tasting Ash thoroughly, wrapping his arms around Ash’s neck tightly. Lust raised inside Ash, a hunger so intense he couldn’t compare it with anything else. They broke apart only when another presence approached. Ash shared a look with Dan and grinned. It was time to bring the three of them together. **** Linden trekked through the forest, following the instinct that called him there. Shortly after Ash left, Dan had gone after him.


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Linden decided he couldn’t very well stay behind and wait when both his mates needed him, so he’d followed, in his slower, human pace. Fragments of memories were coming to him now. Sometimes, when he dreamed, he saw bits and pieces, but he never managed to remember anything else but the figure of a man named Caesar. With Dan’s appearance, that changed. It hurt to remember everything he’d said and done, all the love they’d lost before. But it hadn’t been their fault, and Linden now hoped to mend things, together with Ash. He sensed the moment when Dan’s apprehension and Ash’s loneliness turned to decision and arousal. In his heart, he felt them even before they actually reached him. The same wave of heat he’d experienced earlier flowed over him. This time, though, Linden accepted it, no longer frightened. He now knew he’d been born for this moment. He’d been born to be with Ash and Linden. Someone else might have questioned this peculiar connection, more so since it implied a three-way relationship. Linden didn’t. He understood it now. Their bond could only be complete like this, and somehow, Linden knew that if they’d found Ash in their previous life, they’d never have suffered through such a loss. His thoughts threatened to return to those awful times once again, but thankfully, Ash and Dan emerged from the thicket. The sight of his mates’ naked bodies scrambled all the glum memories away. In fact, his brain almost shut down altogether, reverting to the primal “fuck now” mode. God, and he’d never even had sex. Would he know what to do? Before he could worry himself to death, Ash and Dan walked up to him. “Are you all right?” Dan asked. “More than all right,” Linden murmured back. Ash and Dan sandwiched him from both sides. While Dan peppered kisses over his face, Ash whispered in his ear, “We don’t know how this is going to work, but together, we can manage.”

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Linden nodded without a word. He didn’t think he could speak, his heart overflowing with emotion. Ash and Dan guided him to lie down on the grass, and he obeyed them. His legs already threatened to give out, simply because of the proximity of his two mates. Dan and Ash took their time with him. Dan unbuttoned his loose shirt with excruciating slowness, placing featherlight kisses on each patch of skin he revealed and sending goose bumps all over Linden. Ash took position between Linden’s legs and unbuttoned his jeans. When Ash pulled the zipper down with his teeth, Linden whimpered. Dan chuckled, and his mouth enclosed over Linden’s right nipple. A shock of pleasure swept over him, pooling straight into his throbbing cock. “Dan, Ash, please…” Dan’s mouth abandoned Linden’s nipple and traveled up his chest to his lips. Their first actual kiss began gently, like an exploration, a rediscovery of each other. No, this wasn’t their first kiss. Even if they’d been different people back then, their souls remained the same, and their love had not faded. If anything, they had at last become complete, through Ash’s appearance. Their motions began to turn frantic. Linden’s clothes felt constricting, but his mates caught onto his wishes and got rid of his shoes, shirt, and jeans. Ash didn’t even bother with taking off Linden’s underwear the civilized way. He just tore the simple white briefs and discarded the useless material in the grass. When Ash’s mouth lowered to Linden’s cock, Linden thought he’d died and gone to heaven. The wet warmth around him engulfed him so perfectly it seemed surreal. Ash took him deep, bobbing his head up and down the shaft, all the while massaging Linden’s balls with clever fingers. Dan’s kisses returned, his hands sweeping over Linden’s chest, tweaking his nipples. Energy arched through Linden, powerful and intense. He’d never experienced such a thing in his life. The double sensations made his pleasure soar higher and higher, until his climax was just within his reach. And then, Ash went even lower and swallowed around Linden’s cock, deep-throating him expertly.


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Linden cried out, and his climax burst out of him, wild and untamed, just like the lovers that caused it. The pleasure went on and on, and for a few seconds, Linden’s vision darkened. When at last he recovered, two pairs of hands soothed him, turning him over. Dan supported Linden to stand on all fours and Linden gasped when he felt his second mate spread his ass cheeks. Ash rubbed slick fingers against Linden’s hole, and Linden had a distant thought as to where Ash could have gotten lubricant before he figured out his mate used his own seed for it. It was strangely arousing, the thought that their coupling would be untainted by anything coming from the other world. Linden felt something so very magical in making love here, in the heart of the forest. Quiet surrounded them, the scent of the trees and the soft wind creating a magical cocoon around them. And when his mate inserted a finger inside him, Linden took it with ease, relaxed, no longer afraid. He accepted the second one in the same way. The third one took a little to get used to, but then Ash hit something deep inside him, the special spot that made stars burst in his vision. Linden pushed back against the invading fingers, needing more of the delicious sensations. Through the haze of pleasure, he stared up at Dan, “Please,” he said. Dan caressed his cheek, his expression both warm and reverent. “Don’t worry, love. We’ll give you what you want.” Slowly, Dan fed his cock into Linden’s mouth. His unhurried motions drove Linden crazy, and he forced himself to suck his lover’s shaft deeper. Much to his dismay, he gagged, Dan’s size being too great for him to take. Dan’s hands landed in his hair. “Easy. You’re new at this. Just take as much as you’re comfortable with and go slow.” Linden obeyed and focused on the cock in his mouth. Dan tasted intoxicating, and Linden wanted to make him come, to feel Dan’s hot seed on his tongue. He greedily explored the delicious flesh, all the while pushing his ass against the fingers invading his backside.

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Groans filled his ears, and Ash said, “I never thought I’d say this, but you look so hot with his cock in your mouth. Just like that, beautiful, take him.” Ash’s words fueled the fire already burning bright inside Linden. He wiggled his ass, wordlessly telling Ash what he needed. His mate didn’t disappoint. After a few seconds, Ash retracted his fingers and positioned his cock at Linden’s entrance. Like Dan, he took his time pushing inside. This time, Linden felt grateful for the gentleness. Ash’s cock was much bigger than three fingers, and it speared Linden in two. It made him lose his concentration, and he could no longer keep a pace on Dan’s cock. But neither Ash nor Dan forced him to go further than he could. They fucked him slowly, allowing him to get used to the penetration. The burn began to dwindle and melted into something far more pleasurable. Ash couldn’t have said what it was exactly, but it went beyond anything he’d ever expected. At last, he felt Ash’s cock fully inside him. The heat scorched from the inside out, molding with the sensations of Dan’s possession. Linden didn’t think it could get any better than this, but then, his men began to move. The friction stimulated every nerve in his body, even some that he hadn’t known existed. Over and over, they pushed in and out of him, owning him, branding him. He felt their connection strengthen through the carnal union, soaring higher and higher. Different moments passed through his mind, when he’d shared this with Caesar. The experience had been special, but Linden now acknowledged they’d missed something vital—or rather someone. With Ash here, they swayed in a perfect, complete dance of passion. As his mates sped up, emotion mixed with lust and pure desire. When at last, the two of them let go, the carnal blended into the spiritual, until he couldn’t tell where his mates ended and he began. Ash’s thrusts hit Linden’s prostate with increasing intensity, bringing another orgasm closer and closer. The grip of Dan’s hands in his hair grew almost painful, and oddly, Linden discovered he liked the rough


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hold. The slight tingle in his scalp pooled into the bigger well of sensation, combining with the ache in his jaw and the pressure of Ash’s fingers on his hips. It made everything even more real, even more beautiful. Soon, it became too intense for their bodies to even contain. Linden moaned around Dan’s cock as every muscle inside him went rigid with pleasure. Ecstasy flourished in every cell of his body, climax sweeping over him, short-circuiting his brain cells. In two thrusts, his lovers embedded their shafts deep within him. Their essence filled him with wet heat. Dan’s taste on his tongue and Ash’s warmth deep inside him made him whole, prolonging the nirvana. His hands and legs gave out, and he’d have collapsed if not for his mates’ support. A slight feeling of abandonment gripped him when his mates’ cocks left him, and a part of him knew they needed to do something else. His mates had to claim him. But they couldn’t do this, not yet, not until they figured out how to avoid what happened before. A few moments later, they fell on the ground in a sweaty heap. “That was amazing,” Ash whispered. “I only wish we could complete the bond,” Linden said with a sigh. Dan hugged them both tight. “We’ll be all right. You’ll see. Drew will help us.” They remained like that for the longest time, with their limbs entwined, until at last, Linden admitted they needed to go back. He got up, and they wiped down as much as they could in the circumstances. Or rather, Linden did because his two mates decided to shift in their wolf form. Together, they began to head back toward the town. They didn’t rush, just enjoying each other’s proximity and the post-coital contentment. But his glee vanished when an ominous feeling gripped him. Immediately, his mates took notice and changed back into their human form. “What is it?” Ash asked. “What’s the matter?”

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“I don’t know,” Linden answered. “But something’s not right. We have to hurry back.” Dan took Linden in his arms and hastened back in the direction of the house. At first, Linden couldn’t figure out much of anything, the speed with which they went so high it made his breath catch. But when they got within view of the house, what he saw horrified him. There seemed to be dozens of soldiers around, all engaged in crazed fights. Some had shifted into wolves while others remained in their human form. The entire thing was so chaotic Linden could hardly discern a thing. However, he did recognize some of the men as belonging to Grant Hart’s company. He couldn’t figure out the identity of the second group. He thought one or two looked vaguely familiar, but for the life of him couldn’t remember from where. Dan, however, didn’t have the same problem. He cursed under his breath. “They’re Lucius D’Averam’s people, and some others belong with the Magistrate’s guard.” Linden might not have remembered much from his previous existence, but he did recall the Magistrate was the leader of the spirit wolves, the equivalent of the alpha if compared to animals in the wild. Lucius D’Averam, Caesar’s father, had been cool and unpredictable even two hundred years back. Violence from him didn’t surprise Linden. But the Magistrate concerned him even more. Fighting an individual madman was different than going against the ultimate authority of one’s people. “I just came from the Magistrate’s Den,” Dan continued. “He helped me with sorting out my memories. Why would he suddenly change his attitude? This makes no sense.” “What about Lucius?” Linden asked. “Does he know about you?” Dan shook his head. “From my point of view, I’m still an orphan. The only relative I accept is Valerius. The D’Averam couple nearly killed Drew, and I can never forgive them for it.” “They don’t like humans much,” Ash said, looking glum. Linden knew that. They hadn’t agreed with his mating with Caesar, and their


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attitude wouldn’t have improved when their son died. “You stay here with Linden,” Ash told Dan. “I’ll go check things out.” None of them wanted to be parted from one another, not now that they’d finally found each other once again. But they didn’t have much choice. Their friends and family were in danger. Linden wished he could go with Ash, but he’d be useless in a battle. If anything, he’d just get in the way. He thought about his mom and her getting attacked while he was not there. “Please, take care,” he told Ash. “And help my mother.” Ash nodded. Without another word, Ash turned into his wolf form once again and rushed off toward the house. Linden watched him go, and then Dan pulled him into the thick shrubbery to hide. “It’s all right. He’s a warrior. He’ll be fine. He’ll keep her safe.” Linden wanted to believe that, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t quite manage. He soon realized neither him nor Dan could just stand around waiting. The not-knowing was killing him. No matter what happened, Linden wanted to be with his mate and his family.

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Chapter Five Ash snuck out of the forest and into the city. He used the vegetation around the houses to keep himself from being seen and remained as stealthy as possible. He had no clue why the Magistrate would attack them. They’d done nothing wrong. True, Ash should have reported in once he finished the mission, but his failure to do so hardly warranted for such a large scale action, let alone an outbreak of violence in the middle of a human town. Police officers, and even populace, were beginning to gather around the area. Ash would have expected panic, but instead, he just saw curiosity, which soon melted into disinterest. He doubted the law enforcement had ever seen anything quite like this, let alone the people. But the crowd began to disperse, and the police just stood there, looking puzzled. Clearly, they didn’t have the man force required to control the situation, but neither did they care. What the fuck? The human woman from before lingered, like a frustrating shadow. Her name had been J… Jocelyn. Yes, Jocelyn. She’d pissed Ash off with her irritating badgering of Linden, but he had not considered her important before. All of a sudden, it seemed to him something was not quite right about her. He snuck closer and watched her talk to a tall man. “You were right about him all along, Jocelyn,” the man said. “We should have never allowed them to stay in this town.” Jocelyn played with the lapels of his jacket. “That boy and his mother are bad news. Hell, he doesn’t even have a father. Most likely,


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with her previous lifestyle, not even she knows who got her pregnant. No wonder he turned out the way he did.” She paused for effect. “As the chief of police, you have to deal with this. They were never like us.” Like them? What did she mean by that? The chief of police nodded. “I hate to admit it, but you’re right. And all these outsiders who have been coming in the past few days are not welcome. They must be disposed of.” He talked like an automaton, and for the first time, Ash acknowledged the fact that something was seriously wrong in Timber Lake. A veil lifted off his eyes. This town might seem a common and quaint American town, but it was anything but. Renewed urgency filled him, and he rushed to Linden’s house. The struggle continued, with Ash’s friends severely outnumbered. But something seemed off about them all. He felt as if he walked through a picture, a movie he experienced with only a part of him. The desire to see his family urged him forward, and he dodged the irrational combatants in favor of entering the house. The door was cracked open, and he slipped inside with ease. The sight that greeted his gaze looked surreal. Willow moved around the house, serving tea to the Hart and D’Averam families. Everyone was there, from Drew and his mates to Lucius and his wife, Clara. Ash made no motion to cloak his approach. His brother turned toward him and gave him an unreadable look. Ash shifted and headed toward Trent. “What’s going on here?” Trent took off his jacket and tossed it toward Ash. “There. Cover yourself. We’ve got ladies here.” Ash did so in silence, understanding less and less. At last, Drew began to speak. “Valerius’s father found it interesting to pay us a visit. Apparently, he told the Magistrate about my existence and got the expected reaction.” “The Magistrate is doing the right thing,” Lucius piped in. “Your existence remains a problem in whichever way you wish to put it.”

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Valerius shook his head at his father. “I can’t believe you’d do something like this after what happened.” Ash could believe it. Lucius’s eyes were wild, and he seemed a step away from turning feral. At the same time, he looked harmless, as if drained of spiritual strength. Occasionally, he’d let out an absent chuckle, as if his mind wasn’t really there. Ash frowned and focused on the immediate urgency. “You know, that’s all well and good, but it still doesn’t explain this whole… eeriness.” Out of nowhere, he felt a powerful force emerge, as if in reply to his answer. At first, Ash couldn’t identify it, and he tensed. But then, he sensed the warmth and power of the one man who ruled over them all, the same one who’d inexplicably sent soldiers here. “I can explain that,” the Magistrate said as he entered the room. On instinct, Ash bowed in front of his leader. Wolfram could do and undo their destinies. “Finding out about your little… decision to try to find a cure was not a pleasant thing for me. But, in spite of what you might think, I didn’t come here because of it.” “Then why?” Willow spoke for the first time. “It is a well-kept secret, a secret you should have never known. But Lord D’Averam spoiled everything when he brought his hatred here.” The Magistrate offered his arm to Willow. “Follow us.” As if through a dream, Ash allowed his lord to lead them outside. Nothing had changed, the men still fighting in slow motion, and the weird policemen watching them like they would a theatre show. Wolfram lifted his hands, and the houses all around him began to dissipate into thin air, to become chalk- like structures. As if by magic, the façade of the normal folk vanished, leaving behind wraith- like beings. In the distance, Jocelyn’s figure became marble white and transparent. As the magic swept over the town, the spirit wolf soldiers seemed to break out of the trance, and they collapsed on the now withered


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grass like puppets with their strings cut. They just fell there, on the socalled lawn of Willow's supposed residence, and remained very still. Unlike the townspeople, they didn't change appearances, but their peculiar behavior made Ash think of a possible spell. Truth be told, Ash didn’t know what to believe anymore. Timber Lake looked like some sort of ghost town now. But surely, it couldn’t be true. There had to be some sort of different explanation. The answer that came from the Magistrate didn’t compute for a few seconds. “This is the spirit wolves well-kept secret. This is where souls come to die,” Wolfram said. Ash felt the world tilt on its axis. “But… Linden. Linden is alive. I would have known…” “Yes, he is alive,” Willow confirmed. “He is the only live person in this entire town.” So this was what Jocelyn meant when she’d accused Linden of being an outsider. But everyone had been so welcoming. The transformation confused Ash, but he clung to Willow’s words. “So why do you live here then?” “It’s because of what I saw, in his past and in his future,” she answered. “We were waiting for young Daniel to show up.” Ash shook his head, revising his opinion of Willow. “How could you be so cruel?” he asked her. “How could you let him hope and wither away in a town filled with ghosts?” “Don’t judge her, Ashton,” Wolfram answered in the woman’s stead. “It had been all arranged. We’d failed Caesar two hundred years back, but I hoped when the moment came for Linden’s rebirth, he’d have the potential to become a spirit wolf. But he’s not. He’s human. As such, and given Lucius’s interference, my presence was necessary.” Ash finally began to understand. It wouldn’t do for the rest of the spirit wolves to come in contact with the dead souls. If knowledge of this came out to their nation, he couldn’t even imagine what would happen. Wolfram’s rule might even be contested on account of

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favoring ferals and not destroying them completely, as he should have. As Wolfram spoke, Ash felt his two mates approach and cursed to himself. Linden didn’t need to see all of this. He’d be hurt if he found out his life had been a lie. But the ghosts didn’t turn into their previous form, and the entire town remained in its chalk-white state. It seemed to echo Linden’s face color when he finally appeared on the street. For one terrible second, Ash almost thought his mate had turned into a ghost, like all of the others, but when his panic dwindled, he realized what he could see on Linden was just shock and terror. It didn’t help them much, but it did relieve him somewhat. At last, Dan and Linden reached the house and positioned themselves strategically next to Ash. “What’s happening?” Linden asked. His voice didn’t tremble in spite of the fear written in his eyes. Willow looked away, clearly unwilling to tell her son the truth. Ash himself didn’t know how to explain. He just wanted to grab his two mates and head for the hills, but he was frozen. For some reason, it didn’t surprise him when Wolfram answered the question. “As you can probably tell, Linden, this is a town of spirit wolves, or rather, of dead ferals.” Linden began to tremble. “I’m dead? I can’t be dead. I don’t feel dead.” “That’s because you’re not, but you’re not like the rest of us either.” Ash gaped at his leader. “What do you mean?” “Caesar stopped Linden from becoming like one of these lost souls,” Wolfram continued. “But his spirit does bear a scar, which is why he’d never be able to live among normal humans, or our kind.” Linden’s lower lip trembled, and he looked like he would burst into tears. “Then it was all in vain? I can’t be with my mates. And what about my mom? Is she like me, too?”


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“I’m afraid not, baby,” Willow said regretfully. “The emphysema killed me a long time ago. I just look like this because I am here, but out of this town…” Linden swooned, but thankfully, Dan caught him in time. They knelt in the withered grass, allowing their mate a few moments to recover. Tears pooled in Linden’s eyes, and he buried his face in Ash’s shirt. How could their happiness turn into such a disaster in merely a moment? **** Linden trembled in his mates’ embrace, scrambling for warmth to chase away the chill that settled in his bones the moment he’d entered the ghost town. He still couldn’t believe any of this. His world had crumbled around him in just a few minutes. His mother was dead and had been since God knows when. As for himself, he seemed to be in some sort of troublesome existence. His hopes of trying to find a life with his mates were scattered in the wind like ashes of a torn love letter. He felt betrayed and bereft. How could his mother lie like this? Why had she let him work and hope in vain? He knew he shouldn’t allow his mates near him, but he couldn’t help it. Their presence anchored him in a world that no longer made any sense. God, he needed to understand. He refused to accept being denied his right to love like this. Breaking away from his mates, he shot to his feet. “But why? Why are you doing this? Why did you all lie? Why can’t I be with them?” “Through this reincarnation, your soul still carries the mark of a feral,” Wolfram Rozenstadt replied. Linden’s memories identified him as the Magistrate who ruled over all spirit wolves. “You can sense it now. The abilities of our people are within you, even if most are dormant. Eventually, they will awaken, and you will turn feral. As

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long as you are here, you do not risk that. The magic of this place prevents it.” “So I am essentially in a prison, and without even knowing it.” No wonder his mother clung to him, never allowing him to leave town. He’d thought this house was an inheritance, but he guessed now that had been a lie as well. “I’m so sorry, baby,” Willow said. “If there had been any other way…” “Who said there isn’t?” Drew piped in. Everyone’s eyes turned to Drew. The enigmatic doctor fascinated Linden, and not only because he’d managed to maintain a relationship with his two spirit wolf mates. He’d showed genuine interest in his mother’s welfare and slight puzzlement at her state of health. Judging by what Linden knew now, he thought Drew might have felt something was not quite right. In fact, he didn’t seem as surprised as the rest of them. If anything, he looked thoughtful, an expression Linden recognized as a “scientist face.” Drew’s words drew the D’Averams back into the conversation. Linden didn’t know much about the vendetta involving the two spirit wolf families, just that Lucius attempted to kill Drew and the Harts had become involved. But now, Clara D’Averam struck him like an attachment of her husband. Half the time, her expression didn’t even change. Just like Lucius, she seemed broken inside, like a machine that didn’t work right anymore. He’d wondered when they’d finally snap out of it and realize the conversation involved their beloved dead son. They did so now, and even Clara became alert. “What’s all this about Caesar and his mate?” she asked. For his part, Lucius seemed just as lost and found a focus in his insane hatred. “And who are you to question our Magistrate, human?” He growled at Drew. “I don’t know how you convinced Valerius of the possibility to find a cure, but it won’t work. You will turn feral.”


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Valerius and Trent looked furious while the Magistrate just frowned. Drew ignored Lucius’s words and said, “Let’s focus on the matter at hand, shall we? Linden, I do not believe in the impossible. I myself ended up feral through an order of someone present here, and yet I’m perfectly all right. I believe you can be, too.” “You were feral?” Wolfram asked, now sounding quite upset. “And how exactly did it happen?” Grant Hart appeared behind them. The patriarch of the Hart family had been very kind to Linden during his stay here, and he’d remarkably kept his composure all throughout this entire episode of The Twilight Zone. “Lucius sent assassins at the compound, My Lord,” he explained. “We didn’t expect such an attack, and they got to Andrew before we could rush to help him. He was studying the feral virus at the time, and in the destruction of the lab, he got infected.” “But we’ve discovered the mate bond can cure it. In fact, a spirit wolf bite can temporarily push away the virus.” A few tense moments passed as Wolfram considered Drew’s words. “I know about the bite. However, what you probably didn’t realize is that, after the virus returns, it becomes even more virulent and damages the soul and mind of its host even more. As for the mate bond, Caesar and Linden proved beyond a shadow of a doubt it doesn’t work.” “It does if three of us are involved,” Drew countered. Wolfram didn’t look convinced, and none of those present seemed inclined to offer any further explanation. At last, Dan spoke out. “I appreciate your help, My Lord, and your concern. I would have never accepted the memories of my past life as Caesar if not for your assistance.” A gasp sounded from Clara D’Averam, but Dan ignored her. “But I trust Drew on this one,” he continued. “I saw what happened in the compound with my own eyes. If he says there’s a chance, we have to try.”

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Linden agreed. No matter how slim the possibility would be, they couldn’t just let it go. “I’m with Dan. I won’t give up without a fight.” Wolfram shook his head. “I won’t stop you, but I will tell you that if your idea fails and you turn feral, there won’t be any other choice but to kill you.” Linden hesitated, not because of fear of his own death, but because of his reluctance to make Dan go through the horrible experience once more and force Ash into it as well. Drew sensed his hesitation. “We don’t have to do anything until you’re one hundred percent certain. We’ll do some tests and figure out the safest route. You can always decide against it in the end.” Linden’s eyes met Drew’s. The doctor understood him. They were, essentially, in the same situation, even if Linden’s previous life implied some complications. Linden bit his lip. What if it was all pointless hoping? What if he’d just drag his mates into renewed sorrow? What if Drew failed to help them? No, he couldn’t falter now. A test wouldn’t hurt, and at the first sign that anything was wrong, Linden would return to Timber Lake and bury his life in death. As it turned out, circumstances forced them to go through with the original plan and improvise a lab in Linden’s house. Equipment would be brought in the next day, meant for Willow’s treatment. Wolfram refused to let them out of his sight, and for all his words, he fully intended to supervise the process of research to the very end. However, to his credit, he forced the town to get back to normal, or rather its normal façade, and called in additional supplies. Now that he knew, Linden saw it differently, and he realized, in dismay, he’d have preferred things to stay like they’d been before. He hated lies, and with each breath he took, he seemed to be inhaling deception. No one commented on the revelations made. Lucius and Clara were pulled aside for a conversation with Wolfram and Valerius, then


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locked down in the house’s only guest room. Dan and Ash were also dragged off, and Linden lingered by Drew’s side. Out of the blue, Drew started to speak. “I almost pity the D’Averams.” Linden was startled. “Why?” “They’re insane. Their human mate killed himself in front of them. Val and Trent told me all about it. Personally, I think Caesar and you were better off like this. At least you found each other again. And I will do my best to help you.” Linden nodded, swallowing in distress at the thought of what Lucius and Clara had gone through. He’d never liked them, not even during his previous life, but he began to understand their behavior might have a reason. That day, nothing more could be done, not until the lab equipment became fully assembled and ready for work. For Linden’s part, he had a conversation pending. When he caught his mother alone in the kitchen, he approached her. For a few moments, neither of them spoke, until at last, Willow spoke, “I’m sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing.” “How did this happen, Mom?” Linden waved his hand around. “I don’t understand.” “It’s easy, really. The Magistrate came to me and told me we should come here. He arranged for you to think it was an inheritance. He wanted to help me, but my emphysema had already gotten beyond all aid. I died a few nights after we reached this place.” Linden distantly remembered his mother being tired back then, but he’d never have thought such a horrible thing could be behind it. “As for now,” Willow continued, “the magic in this town keeps the feral souls at bay, but it also had a detrimental effect on the soldiers who came here, after the D’Averams showed up.” “How did Lucius even know to come here?”

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“I haven’t the foggiest.” She shrugged. “It is really very strange. While I know some things about the spirit wolves, others remain a mystery. In the end, it doesn’t really matter.” No, it didn’t, but the rest of it mattered, and a lot. Linden still couldn’t believe his mother lied to him like this. But worst of all, he couldn’t accept she’d died without him even knowing about it. “What happens now?” he asked, unable to keep the tremor from his voice. Willow wrapped him in a warm embrace. “I wish I knew, baby. But you have your mates now. You’re safe.” Linden didn’t know what to say to that. In the end, he didn’t reply. They remained silent, just holding each other, until Willow ushered him to go find Ash and Dan. But with his mates still away, Linden decided to go to his room instead. It was very strange to take in the mundane objects that had been his reality knowing most of it just represented a part of a spell. The bed he'd slept in for years, the floor that creaked when he stepped in certain spots, the slightly outdated wallpaper and furniture—all of it were so familiar, and yet, only lies. Swallowing around the sudden knot in his throat, Linden went to the bathroom. Out of the need to occupy his mind, he decided to take a shower. He started the water, took off his clothes, and stepped inside the cabin. But even as he cleaned up, the only thing he could think about was that even the soap suds and the shampoo could be just a figment of his deceived imagination. Sighing to himself, Linden finished his shower and left the cabin. After drying up and changing his clothes, he figured his mates must've had time enough to finish their meeting. Indeed, when he returned to the main room, Linden found the two men engaged in a conversation with Grant Hart. He surreptitiously made his way there and pulled his two mates aside. “Let’s go for a walk,” he whispered. It occurred to him Wolfram might send out a search party for them, but he refused to live at anyone’s beck and call. Besides, Drew


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and the others were here. This was the only chance they had to make sure their relationship didn’t fail this time. No one seemed to notice them as they headed out. Drew caught Linden’s eyes, but other than that, everyone ignored their departure. They slipped out of the house and silently walked to the back of the courtyard. They couldn’t go far, but Linden thought he’d choke in the pressure of his former home. They lay down on the grass, as far as they could go given the situation. Linden leaned against an old tree. “I wonder if this tree is even real,” he mused. “Everything is as real as we believe it to be,” Ash answered. “You know what Wolfram told us a little while back? That the feral who attacked you never saw the town. He just saw a strange human trekking through the wild.” “Seriously? Why is it different with you?” “It’s different because he couldn’t sense the souls,” Dan replied. “His spirit only felt flesh, as ferals no longer have control over their spirit. The rest of us, even Lucius and Clara, are spirit wolves, and the few humans here—you and Andrew, that is—have some sort of connection with us. This gives us a superior level of spiritual reach, and that is why we saw Timber Lake in its enchanted form. The truth behind the mask can only be seen by The Magistrate and those like him.” He paused and caressed the side of Linden’s face. “But even if that wasn’t the case, we’ll always be able to find you. Always.” That thought encouraged Linden, and he smiled at his mates. “How do you know what to say to make me feel better?” “I’d have done anything, anything to save you this pain,” Dan answered. “I’d die for you all over again if it would help heal your heart.” Linden didn’t speak. He just cuddled against Dan and closed his eyes. Sandwiched between Dan and Ash, he felt safe. He was just running away from reality, he knew it, but he wanted to pretend, for a while longer, that he hadn’t lived in a ghost town for the past years,

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his mother still lived, and the Magistrate hadn’t sentenced him to living apart from his mates. He supposed he should be grateful. Wolfram at least showed some openness to the possibility of a cure, unlike the D’Averams. But Linden just didn’t want to think about any of it anymore. He was tired, so very tired. A soft, warm kiss landed on his mouth. Dan licked against the seams of his lips and murmured, “It’s okay. We’ll deal with things as they come.” Strong hands came to pull his shirt out of his jeans. “Just relax. Give us your pain.” Tears filled Linden’s eyes, and he trembled against his mates. “I don’t know if I can.” Ash’s warm palms slipped under the material, making him gasp with pleasure. “Don’t be afraid.” Linden inhaled the comforting scent of his mates and forced himself to comply. All these lies effectively served to crumble the very fabric of his soul. And as much as he hated to admit it, he feared Wolfram would be right. He found a piece of himself echoing in the eeriness of this ghost town, a part of his soul that never really healed. It felt as if a barrier lifted off his eyes and heart. If before, he’d acknowledged his past with only a distant sorrow—the sorrow he experience through Dan—he now sensed his own. He remembered his terror at being trapped within a body he could no longer control, his desperation at his inability to reach out to Caesar. The physical pain he’d suffered through meant nothing in front of that, in front of watching a slideshow of his days from the abysses of his mind without being able to live it. He’d seen the increasing strain on Caesar’s face and had cried inside while he spat in his mate’s face on the outside. So many things, so many memories, and they all culminated with the night when Caesar had finally given up hope. Linden tasted wolfsbane in his mouth, and his jaw ached at being forced to eat the drugging plant. His body struggled, but his mind


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surrendered, tired of the fight. Even so, somewhere deep within his consciousness, he saw them, the flames licking just at the outer sight of his vision. Caesar was surrounded by fire, he realized. The thought that followed automatically made him understand how he himself somehow ended up in the same situation. His survival instinct kicked in and tried to break free. He didn’t want to die, not like this, not before he told his mate how much he loved him. But then, the fire disappeared. Caesar must have lost consciousness as well. There was no pain when the flames consumed his physical body. He didn’t feel any of it. But his spirit wept, knowing he’d be separated of his mate, desperately reaching out and trying to cling to Caesar. He failed, and he fell through the darkness and the shadow, until everything turned into a lifeless, colorless void, an absence of everything. Warm arms pulled him out of his dreadful memories, the casket of death fading into the gloom of the past. He didn’t recall much of what happened after that, and by rights, he should have never remembered it at all. But this place, he knew, this place kept the darkness inside him at bay, at least until the truth about it emerged. Linden sobbed while his mates rocked him gently. “Shhh… It’s okay, beautiful,” Ash said. “We’re here now. Nothing’s going to hurt you. Never again.” Linden soaked in their attention greedily. He hated being so weak, but he couldn’t help it. Still, he tensed slightly when Dan pulled away a bit and began to undo the buttons of Linden’s shirt. “W–What? What are you doing?” “Loving you,” Dan replied. “Don’t be scared. Just let go.” “But… they will see.” It was a half- hearted protest at best, and Linden himself knew it. He felt Ash nod behind him. “Yes, they will, and we won’t care. No one can tell us not to love you, not even the Magistrate.”

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Linden wouldn’t have protested if his life depended on it. He allowed his mates to disrobe him, slowly, with such gentleness that his fears began to melt. Each touch reached out to a deep, visceral part of him, soothing his hurts. For a little while, the caresses remained almost platonic, but soon, the gentleness turned carnal. Ash and Dan shed their clothing as well. Linden had a distant thought he’d have very much liked to be around his naked mates all the time, but not with others around. Not that it mattered now. Their touch felt too good, their hands on him too skilled. The bushes shielded them from the view in the house a little, but it didn’t give them real privacy. Even so, Linden surrendered to his men, allowing them to do as they pleased. His flesh molded after their hands, and Linden wished to imprint them within him, so that no matter what, they’d never be parted. Ash tweaked his nipples, making shocks of pleasure sweep through him. Dan’s lips met Linden’s in a languorous, hot kiss, and Linden moaned as his lover wrapped his erection in a tight fist. All the while, Ash’s lips began to travel down Linden’s back, following his spine and up to the curve of his buttocks. When Ash separated his ass cheeks and thrust his tongue inside his most intimate spot, Linden arched against Dan and let out a cry. Forbidden sensations took hold of him, emanating from his ass to his cock and all over his body. With anyone else, Linden might have considered it disgusting, but with his mates, it was just as beautiful as their first kiss. An odd comparison to make, but Linden couldn’t be expected to think when Ash and Dan touched him. He could only be thankful that he'd taken a shower before coming to see them. He rubbed against Dan, at the same time trying to push into Ash’s face. His kiss with Dan grew wild, greedy, a meeting of mouths that held all the essence of their shared passion. The hairs of Dan’s chest made contact with Linden’s nipples, teasing them with a light, ticklish bite.


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When the kiss broke, Dan’s tongue licked over Linden’s neck, biting very lightly but without breaking the skin. Linden would have liked to make their bond complete, to have Dan and Ash claim him, but he knew they couldn’t do it. But they still had the union of their flesh and emotions, and they’d never lose this, not while Linden still had breath in his body. “Please,” he cried out, “fuck me.” Ash’s mouth left him, and his body slid against Linden’s back. Dan moved lower down, his tongue leaving a trail of fire over his chest and abdomen. Ash lifted Linden’s leg, and Linden nearly whimpered when he felt his mate’s cock nestling in the crease of his ass. When Dan’s mouth enclosed his dick, Linden felt his synapses burst with erotic energy. Dan bobbed his head up and down his shaft, licking, nipping, and moaning with such enjoyment Linden would have thought his mate was the one having his dick sucked. He’d almost have thought it couldn’t get any better than this, but then, Ash pushed inside him, slowly, gently, the burn reawakening the soreness he experienced from their earlier lovemaking. From this position, the penetration was shallow, but for Linden, it brought a whole new level of pleasure to the fore. Both his mates moved so slowly, as if Linden were a porcelain doll that would break any moment now. The strangest thing was that Linden agreed with their assessment. He felt like he would, indeed, shatter into a million pieces, and it would be up to his mates to pick them all up. Ash’s cock massaged his prostate, and the lazy pleasure swallowed Linden whole. Dan’s skilled mouth worked him and sweet fingers rubbed his perineum, making a whole set of different sensations course through him. In delicious motions, they took him to new heights of ecstasy, holding him tight, never letting go. When his orgasm came, it took him completely by surprise. Like an eruption from a sleeping volcano, it burst through him in waves of cleansing fire. On and on, his climax went, until he thought he’d

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surely die if it continued. He felt Ash fill him with liquid heat and almost sobbed when another explosion sapped him off all energy. In spite of his dazed eyes, some miracle made it possible for him to see Dan take his cock, swallowing his cum. It was an amazing sight, so beautiful and erotic that, in and of itself, made Linden’s orgasm continue like an unstoppable wave. In the aftermath, Dan licked him clean, making his sensitive nerve endings sizzle with renewed desire. Ash’s cock left his body, and he moaned, needing more. Ash flipped him on his other side, and before Linden knew it, his second mate slid in. He gasped, his body accustomed and addicted with the delicious penetration in only a day. Dan took him just as gently as Ash, whispering soft endearments in his ear. Linden had a brief flashback of a moment when they’d done the exact same thing in their previous lives, but it melted in the background of his mind. They were different people now. They’d start something new together and defeated the evil that separated them in the past. His second orgasm was like a spring breeze bringing renewed life. It reached out to Linden’s very soul, and he cried out, uncaring if others heard. He forgot any sense of time and space, just clinging to his lovers, unwilling to let this moment pass. But as much as he tried, the fragile perfection tore and the haze of orgasm began to dwindle. Linden recovered from the afterglow, exhausted and sore in all the right places, still between his lovers’ hard bodies. There were no words for what they’d just experienced, so none of them spoke. They reveled in each other’s warmth, until at last, the weight of the world settled on Linden’s shoulders again. How long would this last? Would he lose his mates, just like the Magistrate predicted? Sighing, Linden began to clean himself up and put on his clothes. His mates did the same. The last thing Linden wanted was to return to the real world, but he didn’t have much choice.


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As they headed toward the house, Linden’s eyes fell on a slim figure standing just a few feet from it. He recognized it as Jocelyn and gaped. How long had she been there? How come they hadn’t felt her? Even if Linden’s premonitions failed him, Ash and Dan should have smelled her. She glowered at them, and for once, her eyes didn’t hold just hostility, but pure evil. It momentarily hypnotized Linden, so much so that he registered what happened next in slow motion. Jocelyn retrieved a gun and pointed it at Dan. A shot rang out, almost obscenely loud. Linden lunged forward, desperate to save his mate. It was as if he saw it all before it even happened, an instinct of sorts rather than anything else. Linden became aware of the real flow of his existence just as a bullet hit his chest.

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Chapter Six Dan’s heart nearly stopped when he saw his mate take the bullet meant for him. His brain couldn’t fathom this sudden development. He shot forward and caught his human just before Linden hit the ground. His hands trembled as he took in the wound now gaping in his mate’s chest. There was so much blood, God, so much blood. Dan tried to stem the flow as best he could, but he knew he didn’t have a chance. Where was everyone? Just an hour or so ago, the area had been swarming with soldiers. Now, they all seemed to have disappeared. The ghostly woman began to cackle. “Well, it isn’t exactly what I intended, but it doesn’t hurt.” She prepared herself to shoot once again. Ash rushed toward her, shifting as he did so. She moved with surprising speed and directed the gun at Ash. Ash managed to dodge the first bullet but didn’t have the same luck with the second one. It hit him in the shoulder, leaving a burning trail in its wake. Silver then. Ash didn’t cease his attack, but Dan knew his wolf mate didn’t have a chance of reaching her before she shot again. Torn between Ash and Linden, he didn’t know what to do. She was too far to reach, and he didn’t have his own gun with him. He doubted it would have worked even if it did. To his surprise, a small wolf came to their aid. Something inside Dan recognized it as it tried to tear at Jocelyn. In an odd development, the wolf’s claws went straight through Jocelyn without harming her. The small wolf shifted into Clara, and Dan watched his mother struggle against the ghost, trying to take the gun out of Jocelyn’s


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grasp. The specter almost seemed satisfied and pushed her away with striking ease. Clara flew several feet before hitting a nearby tree. Jocelyn moved so fast Dan’s eyes couldn’t even spot her, and before either of them could do anything else, he shot the only mother Dan could remember. After that, the world exploded into chaos. Somehow, the people inside must have heard because others surrounded them. Jocelyn didn’t have time to try and attack Dan once again, as Wolfram appeared. “Cease this madness,” he growled. Jocelyn laughed, and to Dan’s ears, it sounded strangely multiplied, as if through speakers all around him. “Did you think you could control us forever, Magistrate? No one can, not even you.” For the first time, Dan figured out where the other soldiers had gone. A white mist enshrouded them all, and hundreds of hands held wriggling wolf bodies within their grasp. The Magistrate frowned in their general direction, and just like that, the hands evaporated, releasing their captives. It might have seemed a good thing, but instead, the specters pooled toward Jocelyn, involving her in an eerie glowing cocoon. Strangely, the light she emitted looked dark, like a light bulb of the wrong color that hurt people’s eyes. When the Magistrate spoke again, his voice seemed to echo, as if it hit a solid wall around her. “I’ve kept you here so far,” he said. “Nothing will change.” “Is that so?” Jocelyn chuckled again, and in her voice hundreds seemed to laugh with her. “Your power is fading, Magistrate. Souls never die, no matter what you might think. And it’s time for us to break free.” Dan registered all this as if through a dream. His mind and soul remained on his injured mates. As far as he could tell, Ash’s wound wasn’t so severe, but Dan could feel Linden’s life fade with each second that passed. “Please,” he choked out, not sure who he was addressing. “Help us.”

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His words drew the attention of both Jocelyn and Drew toward them. Drew rushed to their side while Jocelyn smirked at them. “You can’t save him,” she said. “And besides, it’s only fair. Why should you have your mates when all of us were denied?” Clearly, she had something against Dan, although for the life of him, Dan didn’t know what it could be. He’d never seen the woman before. Perhaps he’d met her in his life as Caesar, but even when scanning through those memories, he couldn’t find her. Willow joined them, her pale face etched with concern. “Please, Doctor Blunt,” she begged. “Help my son.” Drew nodded while Lucius D’Averam set himself between them and Jocelyn. Dan lost sight of them as he directed his attention to the way Drew analyzed Linden’s wound. Drew looked completely focused, and his expression seemed neutral, but Dan knew his friend well. He could tell what Drew thought about Linden’s state, and it wasn’t good. Ash crawled toward them and shifted to human form. “How is he?” “Not good,” Drew answered. “The bullet just missed the heart, and he’s losing a lot of blood. I’d have to operate, but I fear moving him, and until tomorrow, I’m poorly equipped.” He paused and gave both Ash and Dan a serious look. “There is another way, but I’m not sure it would work.” Dan knew what his friend was getting at. He’d witnessed Drew’s miraculous recovery after Valerius and Trent claimed him. But would it work now? “No!” Jocelyn screeched in the background. “You will not! I won’t let you.” Her scream made Dan look up, and he was just in time to see Lucius shake his head. “Enough of this, Alec. You died. Let it go.” He sounded shockingly sad, something Dan couldn’t associate with D’Averam. Then again, one of his mates was dead, the other just clinging to life a few feet away from them. As he thought this,


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Lucius’s words registered and Jocelyn’s figure faded into that of a handsome man. At last, Dan understood. They all knew the story. Lucius and Clara D’Averam had a human mate, whom they’d abandoned to the feral virus after Lucius bit him. Just a few months back, Alec had killed himself in front of his two mates, Valerius and Trent. Somehow, his soul must have ended up here. No wonder he wanted to kill Dan. In his past incarnation, Dan had been the product of the union between Lucius and Clara. Alec had every reason to be angry, and it would seem that all his insanity and resentment burst out now in his afterlife. All the pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fit. No wonder Lucius had known to come here. His connection with Alec must remain in place, even beyond the other man's death. “I’ll never let it go,” Alec said. “I waited so long for you, as a woman, as a man. So many lives, I knew you’d come. But you two destroyed everything. Jocelyn died alone, and Alec died insane. I will have you pay. You and yours will never be rid of me.” Lucius didn’t reply, but Wolfram stepped in. “Enough of your nonsense. Back off.” A wave of power swept over them, and the light around Alec flickered. Still, the ghost smiled. “It won’t be so easy, Magistrate. We’ve had enough of you and your high- handedness.” A second attack made the shield curl around Alec even tighter. The specter actually laughed. “You don’t learn, do you?” The third assault came from Alec, and to Dan’s shock, it hit Wolfram with such power the Magistrate went flying as if he were nothing but a discarded child’s toy. Shit, shit, shit. They were in trouble. Dan had already known Alec-Jocelyn’s power went beyond theirs. Hell, the spirit wolf soldier had suffered from a massive mind-control spell, which Dan now realized was all courtesy of Alec. But to think Alec's magic could surpass Wolfram’s scared him. They didn’t have

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much time before Linden submitted to his injury, and with the specter looming over them, they couldn’t even try to treat him. Thankfully, Wolfram reemerged and shot forward at an amazing speed. He almost seemed to materialize in front of them out of nowhere. He didn’t say anything else, but Dan felt the power accumulate, like a nuclear power plant overloading. He swore even the ground began to shake. All of a sudden, in place of Wolfram stood a huge wolf, larger than Linden’s whole house. The animal shone so brightly Dan had to look away. It—he—lunged on Alec. Opposite energies clashed against one another, but this time, the ghost no longer seemed so sure of himself. With Alec kept busy by Wolfram, Dan pulled Ash closer and over Linden. “We need to try,” he said. The injury was beyond medical help, but their bite might save Linden yet. Time was running out. As much as he trusted Wolfram, Dan couldn’t be sure of the aftermath of this battle, and if they didn’t do this now, they might not get the chance later. Linden cracked his eyes open and whispered, “Do it. We’ll be fine.” Dan wasn’t so sure. He shared a look with Ash, and then they both pressed a kiss to Linden’s now clammy skin. Trembling, they each took position on opposite sides of Linden’s neck and bit down. Blood invaded Dan’s mouth, burning the back of his throat with the lingering trace of silver. After a few seconds, Dan felt Linden’s heart falter and stop. His brain began to scream, and his soul shattered at the mere realization that he’d lost his human mate. But then, their connection reached out, burning between them stronger than ever like a white, glowing bridge. Linden’s heart started to beat again, and in his mind’s eye, Dan saw the bullet being pushed out of Linden’s body and the flesh knitting back together. Transcendental heat engulfed them, until their very souls seemed to blend and become one. Dan felt what his mates did, Ash’s fear, his


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awe at having his own wounds healed, then Linden’s love for them both, gratitude at being granted a second chance, and apprehension at what might come. The connection with Ash was dimmer, since they hadn’t claimed each other yet, but Linden acted like a conduit for them both, anchoring their energies together. Dan released his hold on Linden, knowing his mate couldn’t afford to lose more blood. He licked the wound, then lifted his head and smiled down at his mate. There was no sign of the feral insanity that took over during their past lives. Linden’s color had already gone from deathly pale to a healthier glow. Dan threw a look Drew’s way and breathed a sigh of relief when his friend nodded. It had worked. Tears flowed from Willow’s eyes as she caressed her son’s face. A loud howl snapped him out of his happy daze. He recalled the ongoing battle and looked up to an amazing sight. The wolf— Wolfram—opened its massive jaws and snapped them over Alec. A burst of light blinded Dan, and his ears were filled by a peculiar buzzing sound. For a few moments, his brain seemed to stop, his muscles froze, and the only thing that remained unchanged and as strong as ever was his connection with his mates. In front of the overwhelming power, Dan felt small and insignificant, but he clung to his bond with Linden and Ash, and it protected him. Finally, the surreal spell started to fade away. As Dan’s vision cleared, he saw his ruler stand in front of Alec. No shields or barriers separated the two now. A breath later, Alec let out an agonized cry. In his voice, hundreds of souls seemed to speak, and they all rushed out of Alec—the vessel that had contained them—dissipating into thin air, until at last, Lucius’s mate faded as well. Everything disappeared around them, the town, the houses, all the magic that kept the feral souls trapped here. Much to Dan’s dismay, he realized Willow was disappearing as well. Linden reached out to her, but his fingers went straight through her hand, until at last, her image dimmed and vanished altogether.

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In front of them, the Magistrate collapsed. It was so shocking to see the standing stone of their nation fall that no one even moved to help him. But the moment of weakness passed, and Wolfram got up once again. He looked very pale, but otherwise, he showed no sign of the exhaustion he must be feeling after such a fight. Dan found himself invaded by a sense a safety, renewed energy coursing through him, casting away the chill. Willow’s image flickered back briefly. “I have to go now, baby,” she whispered to her son. “But I go in peace, knowing you are safe.” Linden cried, but nodded. “I’ll miss you.” “Me, too, baby. I love you.” This time, when she disappeared, the pain she left behind in Linden’s heart—and therefore, in Dan’s—no longer shattered him. In time, Dan knew his mate would grow to accept his mother’s passing. He met Wolfram’s eyes and nodded in thanks. How hard had it been for the Magistrate to allow Willow and Linden that brief goodbye? “Is everyone all right?” the Magistrate asked. Dan honestly didn’t know, but he had his mates by his side. He’d deal with the rest in time. **** The little town of Timber Lake was no more. The spiritual energy that created the community and held it anchored in reality burst and dissipated. The souls inhabiting it were gone. Everything vanished. It shocked Ash to see it, and it upset him, to the extent that it upset his mate. Linden had lived here for many years. His house disappeared with the rest of it. His mother, another lingering soul, now departed their realm. Linden didn’t speak and made no comment at all when the Magistrate decided they all would go to their respective homes. Clara D’Averam survived her injury, just barely, and with Wolfram’s help, her condition became stable, until Lucius could take her home. He


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seemed to want to say something to Dan, but in the end, refrained from doing so. Ash was glad. He didn’t know what Wolfram intended to do about the D’Averams. Clearly, they weren’t stable mentally or emotionally, and they still needed to be punished for their attack on the Harts. At this point, he couldn’t think about it. He just didn’t want them anywhere near him or his mates. Throughout the trip to the Hart compound, Linden remained as silent as the proverbial grave. Ash had not been to his home for many years, and coming back, especially with two mates who meant so much to him, should have made him ecstatic. But he remained very concerned over Linden. He couldn’t make sense of erratic emotions coming from his mate. All evening, he dodged questions from his mother, accepted hugs from his siblings, and suffered through a thorough exam at Drew’s hands when all he wanted was to retreat to his room with his mates and comfort Linden. At the same time, it made him happy to return to his home at last. He’d missed his family greatly, especially his siblings. He noticed many things had changed. His sister, Amy, turned into a striking beauty while his youngest brother, Clay, had become silent and unreadable. Ash tried to figure out what was wrong with Clay, but he didn’t manage. He did, however, notice Clay frowned or grimaced whenever Wolfram appeared in the conversation. By the time he and his mates retreated to his room, he felt exhausted. That night, they slept in Ash’s old bed. An antique queensize, it allowed the three of them enough space, at the same time forcing them to cuddle close. Ash and Dan sandwiched Linden between them, but it took a long time for Ash to even relax enough to sleep. They’d gotten dressed in comfortable pajamas, intending to avoid any sexual contact in respect for Linden’s mourning. Even so, the lack of contact bothered Ash. So many things passed through his mind, tormenting him. He’d claimed one of his mates, ironically the one who presented a problem, but he couldn’t very well go and do so

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with Dan when Linden was in such pain. Would Linden even recover from losing his mother? At some point, he must have fallen asleep because he awoke when he sensed the presence beside him slip away. He cracked his eyes open and watched Linden cross the room and open the balcony doors. His mate’s entire being screamed loneliness, and more than ever, Ash felt thankful for Dan’s presence. Dan understood the human soul more, and he knew Linden from their previous shared life. Dan got out of the bed and reached out to him. “He needs both of us now,” he whispered. Ash followed wordlessly after Dan, and they joined their young mate in the balcony. “I never thought I’d ever lose her,” Linden whispered. “I always told myself that if I worked hard enough, if I somehow tried harder and harder, I’d find a way to heal her.” Ash wrapped Linden in his arms. The entire situation seemed far too crazy to believe. He’d been convinced his family would be able to help Willow, but none of it worked out the way he’d wanted it to. If only the Magistrate had found Willow sooner. But even Wolfram’s power had its limits. Among other things, the Magistrate had told them it was only because of Linden’s increasing powers that Wolfram even felt them in the first place. “I’d do anything to take away that pain from you,” he whispered to Linden. “Anything.” Linden turned in his embrace and offered him and Ash a sad smile. “You’re already helping me by being by my side.” The light of the dawn came to paint the skies red. The three of them leaned against the balcony banister and watched the sun appear from beneath the veil of night. Neither of them spoke, but as the minutes passed, Ash felt a sense of calm wash over Linden. “She used to love mornings like these,” Linden said. “When we lived in the woods, we’d sometimes watch the sunrise. She told me each day was a chance for the world to do better. It meant hope.”


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“I’m sure she’s still watching over you, from somewhere above those clouds,” Dan replied. For a few moments, Linden didn’t reply. “Maybe. But I think most importantly, she’s found peace at last. It hurts, but I can live with that.” Linden turned his back on the beautiful sight and walked back inside. He climbed onto the bed, his eyes warm when he looked at them. Ash did the same and caressed the side of his face. “Come here and let me hold you.” Linden obeyed. When Dan joined them, Ash finally began to feel the pieces falling into place. He didn’t know how it happened. One moment, they were just lying there in silence, the next, their hands roamed under the materials of their pajamas, getting rid of the comfortable clothing. Linden sighed as he pushed closer against Ash. His mate craved their connection, and in turn, Ash ached to make their bond complete. The gentleness of the first caresses became almost savage with need. They rubbed against each other, skin to skin, rigid cocks straining to get more friction, more contact. They exchanged desperate kisses in which Ash tasted all their want, all their love for each other. Tongues dueled in a dance of passion and muscles ached with the fervor of passion. Ash touched everywhere he could reach, acknowledging everything he could have lost and everything he’d been gifted with. Inside him, he experienced Linden’s emotions, the need to feel alive, to feel loved, wanted, and protected. All of it came to a natural conclusion when Dan positioned Linden on all fours on the bed. In a flash, Ash rushed to the bathroom, grateful for Trent’s insistence on giving him a tube of lubricant. He hadn’t thought they’d come to use it very soon, not with Linden in mourning, but perhaps this was what Linden really needed, the proximity only a union of bodies could create.

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Ash returned to the bedroom and tossed the tube to Dan. Dan popped it open and squirted a generous amount of fluid on his fingers. He rubbed it against Linden’s willing hole, making their mate arch and moan against the bed. The sight of Dan finger- fucking Linden was pure sin. Ash’s mouth watered and his dick throbbed, begging to be let in on the action. For once, Ash allowed his cock to do the thinking and joined his mates on the bed. Dan tossed Ash the lubricant and positioned himself on all fours as well, giving Ash access to his opening. Ash groaned, his hands trembling as he poured lubed on his fingers. He’d have liked to take it easy, to make their first time together slow, but the circumstances didn’t allow it. Dan thrust his ass up greedily, his entire demeanor screaming eagerness. How could Ash resist? He thrust two slick digits inside Dan. His mate’s body swallowed them, as if asking for more. Ash aimed for Dan’s prostate and grinned in satisfaction when his wolf lover let out a groan of pleasure. He rubbed the tiny gland mercilessly, all the while marveling at the fact that Dan, somehow, still managed to keep pleasuring Linden. With his mates crying out their pleasure and begging for more, Ash could no longer contain himself. He retracted his fingers and caressed Dan’s hip. He felt, rather than saw, Dan’s intention, and he sensed it when his wolf’s fingers left their mate’s body and were replaced by Dan’s thick cock. Linden let out a choked sound as Dan penetrated him. As soon as Dan was fully seated inside their human, Ash pressed his cock deep inside his wolf mate. For a few moments, he didn’t even move, too ecstatic, too amazed at the pleasure coursing through him. One tiny motion might even bring him to climax and end this before it even began. When he at last thought his control would hold, he began to move, and his mates moved with him. They established a delicious rhythm, back and forth, over and over, sometimes slow, sometimes faster,


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both hard and gentle. Both carnal and emotional, the symphony of their desire spread into an all-consuming blaze. Dan’s ass engulfed Ash in a vise- like grip, a velvet fist that seemed to want to hold him captive. Through his connection with Linden, Ash experienced everything so much deeper. He was so close, so very close to exploding. His every nerve tingled with sexual energy that gathered into his balls. And yet, something was missing. Their bond remained incomplete. Ash’s fangs descended, and he buried them in Dan’s flesh. His mate’s blood filled his mouth, the taste intoxicating, like rich, aged wine. His brain short-circuited when their connection clicked into place, so right and perfect he nearly wept. With a final thrust, Ash exploded, his earth-shattering climax sending him into a world where no one but himself and his two lovers existed. He felt them find their peak as well, heard their cries of completion, and sensed the ecstasy deep within him, into his very soul. Every fiber of his being molded with Linden and Dan, until the three of them became one. Their hearts beat at the same pace, and every breath they took became a shared experience. His senses sharpened even further, his spirit cleansed of all fears and doubts. He didn’t know how long it lasted, but when his mind finally returned to reality, he felt drained of strength. He regretted leaving the warmth of Dan’s body but found compensation when the three of them collapsed on the bed and cuddled together in a sweaty, messy heap. “I love you,” Linden said. “Both of you, so very much.” Ash smiled to himself and kissed his human mate’s sweaty forehead. “And I love you.” “Ditto,” Dan said with a grin. Chuckling, Ash hugged his two mates tighter. Their connection shone between them, strong and pure. No matter what happened now, they would be all right. Their souls were bonded, and never again would he allow Linden and Dan to suffer. This dawn did indeed bring hope and a new beginning, and Ash fully intended to take advantage of the chance he’d been given.

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Epilogue A few days later Linden watched as earth began to fall on his mother’s casket. The day after their arrival at the Hart compound, they’d received word that in the ruins of what had been Timber Lake, Wolfram found Willow’s remains, most likely in the spot corresponding to her bed—where she’d died. The Harts arranged a beautiful ceremony for her. She would be the first human ever to be entombed on spirit wolf land. It was an honor Linden appreciated greatly, and he knew his mother did as well. It didn’t hurt him to watch her remains disappear in the black ground. If anything, it made him happy because he knew she’d have liked for her final resting place to be like this, surrounded by the beauty of nature. But more importantly, he knew her soul no longer inhabited this space. Sometimes, he still felt her lingering presence, like a breath of a warm spring breeze. He couldn’t see her, not like before, but in his heart, he had the certainty she watched over him still. Even now, he felt the rich scent of ginseng and roses invading his nostrils, enveloping him in an almost tactile embrace. Linden knelt by her grave and kissed the white rose in his hand. He threw it down over the casket and whispered, “It’s okay now. You can go rest.” For so long, she’d lingered in this world, just to watch over him. It was time for her to be free. “We’ll see each other again. I promise.”


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Linden felt both her hesitation and affection deep in his heart. At last, phantom arms engulfed him in a surprisingly tight embrace. “I love you, Linden,” she whispered. After that one last spiritual effort, the soothing flowery scent began to dissipate, until at last, it disappeared altogether. Linden got up and watched the ongoing process almost absently. She truly was gone now. He felt odd, bereft, but also, to a certain extent, relieved. Above all else, he wanted his mother to be happy. Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him against a hard chest.”You all right, beautiful?” Ash murmured in his ear. Linden nodded. He appreciated his two mates giving him a moment of privacy, but now, their presence meant more to him than anything in the world. Dan took his hand and kissed it. “She’ll find her way back to us. I’m sure of it.” Of course she would. It made sense. After all, Linden and Dan met again in this life, and they’d encountered their third as well. The future lay open in front of them, a wide realm of possibilities, and right now, Linden had plenty of time to wait, love, and live. According to Drew, the claiming changed his DNA structure, so Linden would essentially live longer and stop aging altogether. Drew couldn’t be certain, but Linden’s abilities might even grow further, in time. But even if that happened, his mates would be by his side and aid him through it. The funeral ended, and the three of them headed back. Their extended family waited a few feet away, having joined Linden for the ceremony. Even the Magistrate had come, something that surprised Linden greatly. “Thank you for being here,” he told everyone. “And my thanks to you, My Lord, for honoring us with your presence.” Wolfram shook his head. “Thank you for allowing me to witness something private. I’m afraid I can’t stay longer, but I will be visiting again soon.”

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Wolfram extended his hand to say good-bye in a warrior salute. Linden wasn’t exactly a warrior, but he went with it, regardless. As he touched Wolfram’s palm, a flash went in front of his eyes, and a sense of terrible loneliness invaded him, not his own, but belonging to the man in front of him. And he sensed something else, something he couldn’t quite grasp. A light loomed ahead, shrouded by a dark cloud. Wolfram let go of his hand before Linden could figure out what it was. He narrowed his eyes at Linden. “You should learn to control your abilities,” he said. He didn’t sound angry, but he clearly wasn’t happy about having his mind burst into. Linden nodded wordlessly and watched as Wolfram said his goodbyes to everyone else. As Wolfram walked away, Paulie, Andrew Blunt’s son, appeared by Linden’s side. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I don’t think he’s upset with you.” Linden offered Paulie a small smile. He got along great with the young human. They were closest in age and shared similar interests. Just like Linden, Paulie was shy and new in the world of the spirit wolves. “I beg to differ,” Clay Hart offered. “You never know where to go and what to do when the Magistrate is around.” Linden didn’t know what to say to that. In his mind, premonitions emerged once again. What would their future really hold?

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR A native Romanian, Scarlet was born in 1986 and grew up an avid fan of Karl May and Jules Verne, reading fantasy stories and adventure. Later, when she was out of fantasy stories to read, she delved into her mother’s collection of book and, of course, stumbled onto romance. As a writer though, Scarlet Hyacinth was born one sunny summer day, when a dear friend of hers—the same friend who introduced her to GLBT fiction—proposed they start writing a story of their own. As it turns out, the two friends never did finish that particular story, but Scarlet discovered she had a knack for writing and ended up starting to write individually. And so, between working on her dissertation, studying for exams, and reading yaoi manga, she started writing the Kaldor Saga. Along the way, Scarlet met a lot of wonderful people who supported her, and in the end, she found her story a home and, in the process, fulfilled a beautiful dream.

Also by Scarlet Hyacinth Siren Classic ManLove: Kaldor Saga 1: Enraptured Siren Classic ManLove: Kaldor Saga 2: Over the Edge Siren Classic ManLove: Kaldor Saga 3: Destinies in Darkness, Part 1 Siren Classic ManLove: Kaldor Saga 3: Destinies in Darkness, Part 2 Siren Classic ManLove: Kaldor Saga 4: Mending Shattered Souls Siren Classic ManLove: Deadly Mates 1: Moon’s Sweet Poison Siren Classic ManLove: Deadly Mates 2: Wings of Moonlight Ménage Amour ManLove: Deadly Mates 3: Spell of the Predator’s Moon Ménage Amour ManLove: Deadly Mates 4: Dragon’s Bloodmoon Ménage Amour ManLove: Spirit Wolves 1: A Mate Beyond Their Reach Ménage Amour ManLove: The Three Horsemen of the Black Forest Siren Allure ManLove: Truth and Deception Siren Classic ManLove: Sequel to Truth and Deception: Reborn Ménage Amour ManLove: Fire of the Four Seasons

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