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Moira’s eyes flared, anger making them glitter like jewels. “We were taken by hunters.”

“What?” Kingston snarled, his body trembling, eyes glowing deep amber as he and his wolf battled for control.

Wrath unlike anything I’d felt before uncoiled in my chest, something untamed and feral rattling through me. “Where?” I demanded.

Moira fought against a smile. “Easy, tiger. Sunday and I took care of it. Mostly Sunday, but you don’t need to worry about running off and ripping heads from bodies. I just meant that they’ve come after her twice now. Clearly these guys are after something, and I think all of us would feel a lot better if we knew she wasn’t going to find herself in a situation where she had to deal with them on her own.”

“And so you summoned all of us here and left her on her own?” Kingston’s voice was an inhuman growl.