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“Yeah?”

“Mm hmm.”

“That’s my girl,” he growled.

If she thought his smile couldn’t get any bigger before, she was wrong. Michael lifted her up and spun her around, making her giggle like a girl as he whooped his excitement.

Then he cupped her cheeks and kissed her so tenderly it brought tears to her eyes.

“I think I could get used to this, too,” he rumbled against her mouth.

Samantha was about to say something else, but a terrible crash from outside brought both their heads up. Someone screamed, and she thought she recognized Della’s voice.

“Daddy?” Maya came running into the hall and she looked frightened.

“Stay inside. Both of you. Samantha, dial this number for Seff McAllister. He is our Pack Beta. Tell him who you are and what is going on here. Whatever you hear, do not come outside,” he instructed before heading out the front door.

Samantha’s heart pounded. She dialed the phone, but the sound of growling and violence made her tremble. Michael was out there fighting whatever that was! She had to do something.

“Maya, do you remember what your dad said?”

“Yes,” the little girl replied.

“Good. Here. Call that number and tell the Beta everything.”

“But where are you going?”

“To help, I hope.”

Chapter 18

“What the fuck do you mean, bitch? Where is it? I know you took it!”

Michael rounded the back of Samantha’s property, using his Wolf vision to see in the dark. Fuck. He knew the woman was a supernatural, but he hadn’t been able to get a good read on what she was exactly. Now he knew.

Crows.

Those fuckers were one of the cruelest Shifter groups imaginable. The way they treated their females was abhorrent, and likely why their numbers were so low.

Della’s eyes widened as the male tightened his hold on her hair. Her gaze flicked to the side of the house and Michael followed it to see Sean huddledbeneath the side staircase with his baby sister in his arms.

Fuck.

“I didn’t take your damn drugs, Cade! Just let me go!”

Michael didn’t know much about Crows or their Murder. But he knew they rarely did anything alone. Right on cue, two enormous black feathered birds swooped down from the trees.

Whatever magic the Crow Shifters held, it enabled them to change with their clothes on. Michael snarled.

He froze, just about to Shift when he smelled his mate inch forward.

“I told you to stay inside,” he told her, but the woman looked determined and mad as hell.

“Della is my friend, and I am going to help. Besides, I can shoot straight. Mostly,” she said, holding a rifle in her hand.

“Where the hell did you get that?”

“Gary used to pretend to hunt with some Hollywood bigwigs. But I was the one who kept the guns ready and whenever he left me alone, which was often, I used to go to the range to practice.”

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