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I rolled up into a crouch, somehow looping an arm around Brook, scooping her behind me, and placing myself between her and Nate.
In front of me, Nathan tensed, and I flung my palm up.
“Nate, wait!”
Brook hissed at my rear, and I tightened my grip.
“Brook, quit a minute.”
Body still poised to fight, Nate sent me a growl and a jerk of his head that pretty much meant get the hell out of the way.
Brook’s shoulders bashed mine, bowling into me as she wriggled in my hold.
I sent Nate a rapid headshake while flexing my twisted arm around the solid mass of muscle attempting to break free, at the same time as trying to keep track of the rest of the pack.
Especially Dan. He stood a good few steps closer than I’d realised, and his body language set damn alarm bells ringing in my head.
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