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Ted stood in front of the window staring motionlessly at the emblem in his palm. He was in his office, it was a hideout. A casino during the day and at night was where he carried out the better part of his unorthodox job. This was where he met with potential clients both wolves and human mobsters.

For two days since Bruno’s confession that led nowhere and since the appearance of the mating emblem on his palm, he had retreated.

It made no sense to him. A Hunter and a wolf?

What was the moon goddess thinking?

In all his life – and he had lived plenty of lives – nothing like this had ever happened. Hunters didn’t get mates. Sure they got their ability to kill their nemesis by acquiring wolf–like powers but they weren’t in any way under the command of the moon goddess. They were commanded by Grand Hunters. That’s how it always has been.

Until now.

Ted spent those two days lashing out at everything. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t want a mate, not because he didn’t want Cathy but because there w