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It had taken some convincing to get his sister to stay behind at the house. His announcement that he was returning to the site of the third attack had broken through the cool, icy shell she’d wrapped around herself since Malcolm’s death.
Mara hadn’t wanted him to go without her. But after assuring her he wasn’t going alone, he’d talked her into staying to watch over Sammy and the others.
His sister was the dirtiest fighter in the pack. If the threat came to their doorstep, he wanted Mara there, even if his father still refused to acknowledge her skill.
It took a little longer to get to that spot in the woods than he’d wanted because his two most trusted lieutenants, Derrick and Leeland, had both been at home. But he’d called, and they had come. Now they were all there in that cold,
