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Douglas pulled on a shirt, then ran downstairs. He’d been shoring up the pack’s defenses last night. He had ended up crashing just after dawn, intending to get at least a few hours of shut-eye. However, knocking on the door had woken him after forty minutes, and he was not happy.
He tugged too hard, swearing when a button popped off his flannel shirt. It went rolling down the stairs ahead of him. Apparently, for once in his life, the house was empty of other wolves.
What the hell are they doing? There were at least half-a-dozen wolves in residence, including Mara, his daughter and fill-in enforcer while his son Connell was away.
Of all the days for her to get an early start—but then, that wasn’t generous of him. Mara was taking the pack’s security seriously, and he couldn’t fault he
