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darkness inside him that screamed out for redemption was overwhelming at times. Redemption only she could give him. Protectiveness swelled inside him when he thought of how tiny she was in his dreams. He was big, probably too big for an angel such as her. His size and demeanor would scare the hell out of her. He grunted at the thought and frowned. The only downfall to the dreams was he hadn’t been able to see her face clearly.

His palms itched to feel her skin, to peel her clothes off and to bury his face in her soft hair as she welcomed him inside her. Anger boiled to the surface hot again. It would never happen, and it was useless to fantasize about it. Besides, this wasn’t the time or place for such a thing to happen anyway. He must focus on avenging his brother’s senseless death. Nothing would get in his way.

He grunted again and rolled to his side. The thought of killing another ancient, especially one with a mate, gnawed at him with teeth of guilt. It couldn’t be helped. Rogues were punished for anything that went against ancient laws, and ancients should have to answer for their crimes as well.

Although, technically, killing an ancient was against the rules, he felt the action of cutting down another lycan for a mere title was punishable no matter who did the killing.

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outnumbered, and most likely, murdered. Son of a bitch. He hated it when doubt reared its ugly head. He’d been on the hunt for revenge for so long, now that it was imminent, he had time to think things through more carefully. He knew none of it really mattered in the end. Someone had to answer for his brother’s death one way or another.

He closed his eyes and immediately started to doze.

* * * *

Raze followed Sherry as she tentatively walked around the darkening compound. Her flowery scent, while probably light to humans, was nearly shorting out his nose. At least the perfume was effective at masking her scent—to a point. A lycan wouldn’t pick up her scent as far away as normal, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

While she was marked with the main scent, which meant she was destined to be the mate of one of his kind, just as her sister had been, he was glad she wouldn’t be an easy target. Janine had been trying to get Sherry to agree to come with them to Sanctuary for a long time. Raze had only recently turned his mate, and she was insistent upon telling Sherry what they were.

While he was proud of Janine for not wanting to keep it from her sister, he wasn’t sure he agreed completely with telling her.

He’d tried to make Janine see that it wasn’t necessary to tell Sherry, as her mate may never find her—may not be alive for that matter. His woman was stubborn, though, and didn’t want to lie to her baby sister any longer. He didn’t blame her and would probably want to do the same if the situation were reversed, but the overwhelming urge to protect Janine from being hurt extended to Sherry as well. Because if anything hurt Sherry, it hurt Janine, and Raze would do anything in his power to keep Janine from suffering any more in her life. She’d already been through enough.

He wasn’t for sure how Sherry would take the news, but he was sure that she was aware something wasn’t all together normal. For one, even though he was sure Sherry trusted him, she seemed uneasy around him at times.

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instinct warned them something was different. He was also aware that Sherry had noticed Janine’s limp, or lack thereof. Once he’d changed her, the malady, which was a result of a shattered leg sustained in the wreck that had killed her parents, had healed.

“What in the heck do you guys do up here every weekend?” Sherry kicked a pebble into the woods. “It’s so quiet and boring.”

“We think of plenty to do,” Raze chuckled.

“Eww. I don’t want to know anything about you and my sister’s sex life.”

Sherry made a gagging noise.

“I wasn’t talking about that,” he laughed.

Although he’d never deny that making love to Janine was one of his most favorite, time consuming things to do. When they weren’t making love, they were running in the forest, helping out at Sanctuary, or visiting with the other lycans.

“Really, because I swear to God you two are constantly groping or kissing.” She smirked.

“You really should try to get in touch with nature a bit. It’s quite beautiful.”

“Yeah? I don’t think so.” Sherry looked around and frowned.

“Come on. Let’s go back to the cabin. I bet Janine has something scrumptious cooking for dinner. He sniffed the air. In fact, he was sure of it.

Another one of his favorite things—eating his mate’s wonderful cooking.

Sherry nodded and followed him back.

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Chapter Three

“Tomorrow afternoon we’re having a cookout and you will get to meet Anthony, Karen, Brent and Rindy.” Janine smiled as she sipped some hot cocoa from her cup.

Dinner had been marvelous, as usual. Janine had cooked ham and beans and cornbread. Sherry loved her sister’s homestyle cooking. She wasn’t bad in the kitchen herself, but Janine was by far the better chef of the family.

After dinner, Raze said he’d do clean up duty, but Sherry insisted on helping with the dishes. Once the dishes were done, they sat around the table with big mugs of steaming chocolate—hers topped with marshmallows.

“Sounds like a good time to me,” she agreed.

She watched as Janine chewed her bottom lip and seemed as if she