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Whatever ploy—whatever words he had expected from her mouth, it was not what followed. Another gruff rumble from his chest was elicited as his pale eyes narrowed on her, studying her carefully before taking only a few steps forward. The notion of what she claimed was unfathomable—and yet Akavir had seen darkness in his life.

Unfortunately, he had seen it many times.

“I’m not the donating kind.” The shadowrunner drifted closer, taking her scent in more fully, trying to determine past the cloying smell of her heat and focusing on other wolves—pack. Nothing about the shaded siren was familiar.

“Maybe you should reconsider your company if you’re only meant to be a brood mare.” He canted his muzzle, eyes sweeping over her, waiting for a reaction.