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"That Guardian is Lupine, and Ely’s my kin Dad says Ely wants ht now They think e do is only cereht with pain "Co her head before he finished the sentence "I can’t I shouldn’t I’m a half-Fae Lupine His faht be able to help"

"If you’re thinking of ht make no difference at all"

"Damn it, Andrea, we have to try"

The desperation in Sean’s eyes caught at Andrea’s heart She hadn’t recovered froo into the house--no one was home; she knew that She’d wanted what he offered so much it worried her

But their personal lives had just dwindled to background noise Once again, Sean was being asked to go and watch soht be able to ease Ely’s pain a little, at the very least

Sean looked at his bike in pieces, then turned away, sunshine dancing in his dark hair "Dad left his truck in the back The keys are in it Fetch it and meet me round front"

Andrea nodded Sean wiped off his hands, picked up his tools, and disappeared into the house without a word

He’d gone to get the sword Andrea’s heart beat faster Sean’s expression, before he’d turned away, had been so empty that she’d wanted to put her arms around him She hadn’t had the heart to refuse his request to accoood she could do Her healing talent had fixed up Ronan, but that had been the equivalent of bandaging a skinned knee Kodiak bear Ronan was tough and strong, and he had an a metaboliss were to everyone else If Sean’s father had told Sean to bring the sword, it

Andrea found the white pickup parked behind the house, keys hanging fronition No Shifter would take another Shifter’s vehicle, and few humans ever ventured into Shiftertoithout invitation, so the chances of so it were slim to none Despite the fact that the truck was ten or more years old, Andrea knew, as she started it up, that it would be in perfect condition Shifters learned to keep vehicles running in top shape, being forbidden to buy brand new ones

She pulled the pickup through the alley and around to the front of the house Ellison Rowe, another Lupine and a friend to the Morrisseys, caed over

Ellison’s pack had been relocated here when Shifters took the Collar twenty years ago, but by all evidence he loved being a Texan, even by adoption He never left ho belt buckle, cowboy boots, hat, and Texas drawl

"What’s up?" he asked, leaning on the open

"There’s been another shooting Down in San Antonio Sean’s cousin"