However, when his gaze landed on Jim standing beside me, and Jim"s hand resting lightly on my back in a gesture of concern, the smile vanished, replaced by intensely Irritable possessiveness. He shot out a hand, yanking me roughly to his side with a force that made me stagger, then glared hostilely at Jim like a dragon guarding its treasure. "Stay away from her! She"s mine!" Jim frowned, about to speak, but Luke was no longer looking at him. He bent his head, his hot breath, heavy with the smell of alcohol, fanning across my cheek. His dazed yet persistence golden eyes locked onto me. "Why?" he asked, his voice low and confused, blunt with drunken honesty and pain. "Why won"t you tell me? Amelia… You are, aren"t you? You smell of wolf… Faint, different… but I know… you"re one of us. Why wo
