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She wanted grandchildren, sorief of his father’s passing She wanted him to carry on the line

He liked being single … he liked women …

He had told her to leave him be

He was the only son, she enjoyed re him She wanted to keep Valdane in a direct line If he didn’t have a son, the castle and the estate would go to his father’s brother What she didn’t realize was he didn’t care He loved his good uncle—why shouldn’t the estate go to him?

These thoughts were once again interrupted, and Quinn MacValdane knew the creature was not only at his back, it had had gained ground

The first thing that assailed hiood as his hearing, the scent of fresh sweet blood filtered through to him It was

dripping saliva mixed with blood

The second thing that assailed hirowl The sound was prie

The third thing was the sure knowledge that this was so otherworldly: more, so much more than a rabid beast—more than the ‘olf’ he had actually expected to appear

It was near, and it was exploding with Dark Magic

This beast was frothing at the mouth and mad

He would not be able to outrun it, and he wasn’t sure his shield would hold against its Dark Magic What was this? What kind of olf had ic?

He felt its power vibrate in the air He had been just a teen when the male meo This was so much more

Quinn MacValdane did the only thing he could do: he enacted a spell that enswathed him with a protective shield

It should have been enough