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With that knowledge, she sighed deeply and grabbed her scarf from the back of the chair. Wrapping it around her neck,she shoved Jack's letter into her jacket pocket and grabbed the shop keys off the desk.

If her mother were here, she wouldn't wait, either.

Looks like this one is up to me.

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The manor looked much better than the last time Winter had taken a hike up the hill.

When the Blackwell pack had first moved in, the place had been practically falling down.

Though there was still the odd piece that needed a little TLC, it appeared they had worked miracles just to keep the roof above their heads.

Though the original porch steps remained, Winter was surprised at their lack of squeaking as she made her way up to the front door.

She had barely lifted her hand to knock when the wood disappeared from beneath her hand and a face appeared before her, or rather, above her. These damn werewolves were always so tall. It made her jaw clench.

You're a witch, for goodness’ sake,Winter reminded herself. Though what she would do if Jack’s letter was some sort of trap, she didn't know.

One werewolf she could handle, but an entire pack? Maybe she ought to have thought all of this through a little more before making the journey up the hill.

Stop being ridiculous, Winter,she told herself firmly. The werewolves of Nightstar had been nothing but kind since Jack Blackwell had taken over the pack.

“Can I help you?” the big guy in the doorway asked.

Golden-haired, green-eyed and muscular, he was enough to make many a woman swoon. Just as many werewolves were. Luckily for Winter, it took more than that to make her forget what they were.

“I'm here to see Jack.”

Cocking his brow at her, the werewolf looked her up and down.

“What about?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest in a defensive manner.

Winter gritted her teeth. Werewolves were also so defensive and territorial.

She was about to bark something about Jack having invited her to the manor when there was a voice from inside the house. “Let her in, Will.”

That voice, it made Winter’s body tingle all over. She'd heard it just that morning in the apothecary.

But why it made her feel that way, she didn't know.

Will stepped back from the door and dropped his arms, gesturing her inside.

Eddie appeared behind him, standing in the foyer with such a presence about him that Winter couldn't help but stare.

“I suppose you're here about the letter?” Eddie asked, his expression quite unreadable.

All Winter could do was nod. For some unfathomable reason, her throat felt tight and dry.

“Go back to whatever you were doing,” Eddie said to Will. “I'll take her to Jack.”

“Be my guest,” Will said, sniffing as if he had scented something repulsive.

Winter's jaw clenched. It wasn’t the first time a werewolf had done so in her company. She had a feeling it had far more to do with her witch scent than anything else.

Not very hospitable for a member of the pack asking for our help,Winter thought, deciding it best not to start an argument right now.

Slipping into the foyer, she held her head high and said, “Lead the way.”

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