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She felt him shudder and did it again, taking pleasure from her affect on him. Slowly he slid
out from her before sinking himself into her until they were totally joined.
She gasped, and he continued slowly until they found the rhythm of tenderness. She
arched upward at the same time as he pushed down into her, driving himself deeper and
she cried out in pleasure. Moon tensed, all her muscles overwrought with pleasure as she
strived to find her peak again. Hot pleasure was building, threatening to consume her. Only
this time she felt complete, whole and finally at one within herself.
Unable to stand the pleasure, she clenched against him again. He moaned and
increased his rhythm, following her lead. On instinct, she looked up into heat filled eyes as
her screams of pleasure mingled with his moans of passion. As she writhed around in
blissful agony, Tynan pushed into her as far as he could and then stilled above her. He held
her gaze for a moment before throwing his head back and roaring into the night.
Panting, she reached up and pulled him down to her. His breath came in short, sharp
bursts, a sleek film of sweat soaked his skin. They were still joined together and she had no
desire to have him leave her. He raised himself up on his forearms once again, so his weight
easing from her though their bodies still touched. Sated and relaxed she felt safe as his
warmth covered hers and her eyes drifted shut.
He whispered against her ear, the sound comforting, soothing. She closed her eyes and
listened to him, unable to make out his words. They sounded foreign, ancient somehow.
Usually he had no accent, he spoke perfect English, but now his voice was hoarse, his
brogue thick with the unknown language. It was musical, rhythmic and she sighed with
contentment as it gently lulled her to sleep.
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Chapter Eleven
Zale stood before the enormous intricately designed stained glass window and glared
evilly at the insignia of the Venator Versipellis etched high above the pane. It was a simple
black shield with two white interlocking V s that sharpened into sword points at the top.
Simple but highly offensive to him, white on black, good triumphs over evil. It was never
that straightforward.
The venators were sworn to hunt the shape shifters, to protect the unsuspecting
humans from their wrath. Fury seeped through him and brought the beast residing within
him to the forefront. His fingernails elongated into claws, and he reached out and slid one
down a glittering red section of thick glass, making his own etching within the sacred
window. What he wanted was to smash the panes with his bare hands, to tear down the
venators revered pledge. It made a mockery of everything he d known and experienced.
A malevolent smile crossed his face. He was split into two worlds. One being the head
of the very organization that he hated and the other being his true self. But both had their
advantages and he planned on playing them to his benefit for as long as he could.
He heard the whisper of an intruder and bent his head as if in supplication, his long
grey hair covered his face and veiled the extent of his hatred.
 Rin. His voice echoed through the emptiness of the Masonic hall.
Instantly, the man came to stand next to him. Rin was of a similar height to Zale and the
man s strength and ability was enough to give Zale pause. Pause, but not fear. Zale feared
no man or beast.
Rin cleared his throat.  Are you aware that Tynan s back in the city?
 Yes, Zale raised his head and looked toward the venator. Rin stood still, appearing
relaxed with his hands clasped in front of him and his trademark Samurai sword strapped
to his side. Long black hair tied in a low pony tail, not a hair out of place. In all the years
Zale had known him, he d never seen the Japanese hunter anything but immaculate. Even
fighting, he was fluid and graceful. To watch him was almost mesmerizing, but also deadly.
The man had no conscience that he was aware of, and it was exactly why Zale needed him.
 He is yet to contact the brethren, Rin said.
Zale laughed.  I never expected him to. Rory s death is the perfect excuse for him to get
back into the city. Being exiled has made him more unstable then he was. He s out for
bloodshed, he said with feigned concern,
Rin looked at him, no emotion discernable in his eyes, as if the premise of an insane
venator wreaking havoc and death wasn t worth registering. In that moment Zale realized
the man was scarier than he was.
 How do you know Tynan is out for blood? Rin asked.
 Look at his history. I know him. True agitation gnawing at him, Zale started to pace
in front of the colored window.  He s always been dangerous but exile has made him lethal,
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unstable. Hell, he doesn t even kill the shape shifter polar bear they call Dane. Rory was
killed by a shifter.
He swung toward Rin for dramatic effect that he hoped wasn t lost on the man.  How
do we know Tynan didn t set up Rory s death as an excuse to get back into the city?
 That is unlikely. They were as close as brothers. Rin said the words with the same
lack of emotion he always used when speaking. But Zale caught the flash of rare emotion
clouding his eyes for an instant.
 And I was his father, Zale roared, continuing his pacing, unwilling to allow the
venator to witness the extent of his hatred toward Tynan. Calming himself, he plastered a
look of contrived concern across his hardened features and turned to face Rin.  He must be
stopped.
 Summon a blood call for him. He is out of exile and has yet to contact the Brotherhood.
You are the leader of the Venators. After Tynan s betrayal, your word will not be
questioned.
Zale creased his brow as if an idea just occurred to him.  No wait, perhaps we could
use him. There are more shifters in town with the Dark Moon descending upon us. One
more hunter could be useful. He will tear the city apart looking for the shifter who killed his
brother.
 He is a most capable venator. His skills will be extremely useful, Rin conceded.
Zale tried to hide his smile. People were so gullible. He hoped to plant the seed of
doubt about Tynan s innocence. It would only be a matter of time before a blood call was
issued for him, then every venator would be after Tynan. As leader of the venators, Zale
would call for it soon enough, but he needed to bide his time a little longer. And he would
make sure to be the first one to get his hands on Tynan.
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