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He frantically looked around, trying to find the source of
the threat. His instincts guided him in the right direction, and he soon saw
it, the waiting car. There were several men inside, and despite the darkness,
Erdi could clearly distinguish the way their focus was completely on Jensen.

Everything happened so fast. The driver started the car and
headed straight toward Jensen, tires squealing. Erdi cursed and launched
himself forward.

If he'd had more time, Erdi would have tried shouting a
warning or taking out the vehicle itself. A gunshot to the wheels would have
probably sufficed. But the car was too close to Jensen now, and that canceled
most of Erdi's options.

In the end, he didn't even have to think about his actions
too much. He just followed his instincts, moving faster than he ever had in his
life. He managed to reach Jensen just in time, and he pushed his mate out of the
way of the coming car.

The action put him right where Jensen had been before, in the
vehicle's path. A heartbeat later, pain exploded over Erdi as the car hit him.
Not even Erdi's werewolf strength could protect him from its momentum, but he
managed to twist around at the last moment, keeping himself from being launched
over the windshield or ending up under the vehicles wheels.

Distantly, through the haze of adrenaline, Erdi heard someone
curse from inside the car. "You missed Moore!"

It was the only thing he managed to catch before he was
thrown a good distance away from where he'd previously been. He wanted nothing
more than to to get up and track those men down, but instead, he let his
healing abilities did their job. His priority was making sure his mate was
safe. Once he made sure Jensen was in a secure location, he could track the
attackers down.

As it turned out, Jensen had a few plans of his own. Just as
Erdi started to get up, the beautiful human rushed to his side. "Are you
okay?"

****

The pain Jensen had expected didn't come, as the car never
hit him. It did, however, hit the brave soul who'd pushed Jensen out of the
way. The very distinctive thud snapped Jensen out of his trance, and he
scrambled to his feet, doing his best to control the shakiness in his legs.

He'd have tried to see the license plate, but he had more
pressing concerns, namely whoever had saved him. His rescuer lay on the road, a
few feet away from Jensen, and he wasn't moving. Jensen had seen enough to
realize the car had been going really fast, and for all he knew, the man who'd
pushed him out of danger might have paid with his life for his good deed.
Ignoring the pain in his side, Jensen stumbled forward, hoping he wouldn't be
too late.

Much to his shock, his rescuer stirred and got to his feet
just as Jensen reached him. "Are you okay?" Jensen asked,
half-wondering if he'd fallen in some sort of peculiar dream.

"I'm fine," the man said. "The car just grazed
me."

Jensen blinked, unable to believe his eyes and ears. True, it
was dark and he hadn't seen the moment his rescuer had been hit, but... that
didn't seem right. If the man had only been grazed, he wouldn't have landed
where he had. And yet, he seemed for the most part unhurt, so maybe Jensen was
just seeing things... again. After all, he'd probably hit his head when he'd
fallen.

He must have said at least part of that out loud, because a
gentle arm wrapped around his waist. "It's all right," his rescuer
said. "You're safe now. Come. We should get you some medical assistance."

Oddly, the words and the kindness seemed familiar to Jensen.
He allowed himself to be led, and they finally stepped into the light. That was
when some of the puzzle that had been torturing Jensen finally stopped being an
incoherent image. "I remember you," he said with a gasp. "You...
You were at the Amaretto. You saved me before."

His rescuer was the same handsome, dark-skinned man who'd
once come for Jensen when his bed and breakfast had been attacked. It was all
so clear to him now. Jensen didn't know how he could have forgotten. Concussion
or no, the memory of this stranger should have never left him.

With the recollection of his previous rescue, many others
came back. The man in front of him had been covered in blood, carrying
weapons—both swords and guns. Odder still, Jensen's then-captor had... claws.
Jensen clearly remembered them nudging his neck. When he'd seen the scratches
throughout his recovery, he'd thought they must have come from a serrated knife
of sorts, but no... It had been claws.

It was too much, and between the avalanche of memories and
his own confused emotions, Jensen found himself swaying. His rescuer caught him
before he could hit the ground. "I'm sorry," the man whispered.
"So sorry."

Jensen wanted to ask what the man was sorry for. He'd saved
Jensen's life twice now. If anything, Jensen was the one who should apologize,
for getting the stranger involved in his messes. Although, to be fair, the guy
might have already been involved in some way, since his presence in the area
seemed awfully convenient.

"Who are you?" he asked, desperately needing some
sort of truth to cling to in this huge mess. "You never told me."

"No, I didn't." His rescuer released a soft,
breathless laugh. "I suppose I didn't tell you a lot of things. But don't
worry about that now. Don't worry about anything. I'm here."

He picked Jensen up in his arms with an ease that humbled
him. In fact, it should have made him uncomfortable, but given that the guy had
saved his life twice... Well, Jensen was willing to forgo his regular distrust
against people.

Still, he sort of surprised himself when he dropped his head
on the other man's shoulder. He wondered if he should be worried about feeling
so comfortable with a stranger, especially one who had so many secrets. Probably.
But for all his awareness of danger, Jensen had never been all that good with
avoiding it, not when there were secrets goading him to be revealed.

"Why did I come here?" he whispered sharply.
"What are you all keeping from us?"

The man didn't answer, not that Jensen expected him to. He
carried Jensen back the way he'd come, remembering to pick up Jensen's fallen
bag. Idly, Jensen made a mental note to check on his laptop later, although he
knew the device would be fine. Thank God for shock resistant cases.

His rescuer then headed into the small not-quite hotel and
headed up to his room. Jensen didn't ask how the man knew which room was his.
It should have been creepy, but for some reason, this stranger made him feel
safe. Then again, he hadn't just saved Jensen, but also Finn and Parker. If
there was someone Jensen could put blind faith in, it was this man.

And okay, if the stranger's dark attractiveness had a lot to
do with his willingness to dismiss the weirdness of the situation... Well, he
didn't think anyone could have blamed him. In fact, he didn't want to think
about what had happened earlier, about everything that confused him so much,
and the memory of almost being killed twice.

By the time they entered the room—and how the hell had the
man even gotten the key?—he was nearly hyperventilating. His rescuer placed him
on the bed and cupped his cheeks with strikingly gentle hands. "Breathe,
baby. Come on. Breathe with me."

As if to show Jensen how to do that, the man inhaled and
exhaled steadily. He took Jensen's hand and pressed it to his chest, his warm
palm covering Jensen's own. The rhythm cleared Jensen's head. The stranger's
pulse was calm and steady, and it made Jensen feel safe. There was no reason to
be scared, not when his rescuer was here with him.

It occurred to Jensen then that he couldn't think of this man
forever as just that—a random man and a stranger. "You still haven't told
me your name."

"Erdi," came the simple reply. "It's
Erdi."

"Just Erdi?" Jensen arched a brow.

To his surprise, Erdi nodded. "Just Erdi. People like me
don't have last names."

There was a story there, and it didn't take a genius to
realize it probably had a lot to do with the fact that those hands that held
Jensen's so gently had once been stained by blood. "Okay. Just who are you
exactly?"

Erdi hesitated, and Jensen knew the man was trying to come up
with some way to evade the direct question. Jensen freed his hand from Erdi's.
It was his turn to cup Erdi's face, and he ignored the tension in Erdi's body,
as well as the fact that this man could probably tear him apart without too
much trouble. "Just tell me. Enough with the hiding. Who am I going to
tell? I've already figured out on my own that Parker's involved in this in some
way, so I'm not going to stop digging."

Erdi's shoulders slumped. "It's not about who you want
to tell. The knowledge endangers you."

Jensen couldn't help it. He let out a sharp bark of laughter.
"Seriously? You just saved me from being run over by a car. I'd say I'm
plenty in danger already, and I can't imagine whatever you tell me would make
that worse."

Erdi's lips thinned, his dark eyes fixing on Jensen's face as
if searching for answers to questions Jensen couldn't hear. God, he was so
handsome, all heat, corded strength and veiled fury. The scar curving over the
side of his face, just under Jensen's fingers, should have made him looked
wicked, but instead it just had Jensen wishing he could trace it with his lips.
He had a feeling that it was just the most visible of Erdi's scars, but definitely
not the worst one.

"Tell me," he prodded again. "I'm not stupid.
That car hit you. I heard it. And now, here you are, standing and carrying me
without apparent issues. What I remember from the attack... It just doesn't
make sense. Please tell me, because I feel like I'm going crazy."

"I'm not sure revealing the truth to you is necessarily
going to help," Erdi replied.

"Well, it'd be better than not knowing anything, at
least."

"Very well." Erdi got up and took a deep breath, as
if bracing himself for something very difficult. "The truth is... I'm a
werewolf, and so were the men who attacked your bed and breakfast."

Jensen waited for more elaboration on that particular tidbit,
but it didn't come. Instead, Erdi watched him, and despite the fact that he was
obviously attempting to be calm, Jensen could see anxiousness in his eyes.

"Okay. A werewolf. That... makes sense, I suppose."

Erdi stared at him. "Makes sense?"

"Well, it definitely explains the way you fought, the
fact that you were hit by a car and you're not even limping, and that guy's
claws."

Sure, there could have been a dozen other explanations that
were less outlandish, but Jensen wasn't about to dismiss this particular one
because he hadn't actually seen a werewolf in his life.

"You believe in werewolves?" Erdi asked, voice
breathy in a way that suggested he might be a step away from a panic attack
similar to Jensen's earlier one.

"Not exactly." Jensen shrugged. "I've just
seen and found too much to completely deny it. Rumors and legends appear for a
reason. Nothing happens out of the blue. Things always have a cause—it's simple
physics. Sure, I wouldn't have interpreted the information I had as a 'shit, a
paranormal creature attacked me', but I'm not stupid enough to completely deny
that it's a possibility, especially since I assume you wouldn't have said it if
you didn't have a real way to prove it."

Erdi shook his head and let out a little laugh. "You're
amazing, you know that? I should have known you wouldn't be scared."

Jensen smiled slightly. "Well, so far, werewolves don't
seem very different from people. There are bad guys and good guys, and as far
as I can tell, I'm currently with one of the good ones. Am I right?"

He expected the teasing comment to lighten the mood, but it
didn't. Erdi's good mood visibly drained out of him. His expression turned
stony, and he straightened his back, no longer looking at all like the man
who'd helped Jensen through his panic attack.

"Actually, no, you aren't. I'm not a good man, but
that's not the important thing here. What matters is that there are a lot of
people who aren't comfortable with humans learning about the werewolf world,
and they're willing to do anything to make sure our secret stays safe."

"Wait, back up. I don't understand. What exactly did I
do to warrant this kind of attention? I couldn't have possibly guessed this on
my own, at least not right now. What connection do I even..."

He trailed off when he realized something very important. The
attack on the bed and breakfast had never been about him, not really. He'd just
been in the way, collateral damage, just like the werewolf who'd almost killed
him had said. "Parker.
 
His
boyfriend is a werewolf."

In hindsight, he didn't know why he hadn't realized it the
moment Erdi had first revealed the truth. Finn had that whole Alpha wolf going
for him, possessive of his chosen mate. And Jensen would eat his laptop if that
wasn't exactly what Parker was for Finn.

"Let me guess. Parker is his mate."

To be fair, it was actually a bit of an intuitive leap, since
Jensen had no real information on werewolves other than what he interpreted
through a comparison with their animal cousins. Even so, he turned out to be
correct. "You're too clever for your own good, Jensen," Erdi said
with a sigh.

It was the first time Erdi actually said his name, and two
simple syllables shouldn't have been as sexy as Erdi managed to make them
sound. Really, Jensen had to stop thinking with his dick, since this wasn't the
moment to pursue any attraction between them.

At the end of the day, he didn't really know this man, and
Erdi had told him too little for Jensen to actually dare to open up more than
he already had. This was all so crazy and Jensen had to remind himself to take
some time to process it, to figure out his next move. Not yet, though, not
until he had all the data. He had to see, to have all the variables, to
understand exactly where he and Parker fit in this puzzle, and who had almost
run him over. Erdi obviously didn't think it had been just an accident, and all
things considered, neither did Jensen.

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