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Gia turned her attention to the southwest a split second before Logan did. Someone was coming. A motorcycle was approaching at top speed. Instinct told her it was the wolf-less Were long before the shape of the man came into view, and Logan’s shoulders tensed.
Concern for her sister was paramount, but Gia bit her tongue as a muscular young man—one uncomfortably close to Douglas in appearance—pulled off his helmet and climbed off the bike.
As much as she wanted to guide her sisters and protect them from harm, life’s lessons had to be learned firsthand. Whatever happened next, however Logan chose to deal with this situation, Gia couldn’t interfere. It wasn’t her place.
It was difficult to remain silent as she read the pain in her sister’s eyes as she watched the damaged Were approach.
