Two Mates for a Magistrate [Spirit Wolves 3] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour ManLove)
Author: Scarlet Hyacinth
Date: 2011-08-30 00:00:00+00:00
Description: [Menage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Menage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, werewolves] For many centuries, Magistrate Wolfram Rozenstadt shouldered the burden of leadership alone, his only support his best friend, Klaus. But the pain of his people and the loss of lives strains his mind and soul until he is almost lost in his nightmares. Unexpectedly, a vision leads him to his two mates, Dietrich and Fritz, giving him hope. Dietrich is a witch, having learned from a very young age to loathe the part of him that is a beast. But upon meeting Fritz, his control fails, and he is on the ver
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Spirit Wolves 3

Two Mates for a Magistrate

For many centuries, Magistrate Wolfram Rozenstadt shouldered the burden of leadership alone, his only support his best friend, Klaus. But the pain of his people and the loss of lives strains his mind and soul until he is almost lost in his nightmares.

Unexpectedly, a vision leads him to his two mates, Dietrich and Fritz, giving him hope.

Dietrich is a witch, having learned from a very young age to loathe the part of him that is a beast. But upon meeting Fritz, his control fails, and he is on the verge of becoming a monster. All the while, Fritz tries to grasp how in the world a relationship which seemed to show such promise turned into an episode of The Twilight Zone.

Wolfram comes to their aid, but an enemy is lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike. And this time, The Magistrate's power might not be enough to defeat the evil watching them.

Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Vampires/Werewolves

Length: 27,771 words

TWO MATES FOR A

MAGISTRATE

Spirit Wolves 3

Scarlet Hyacinth

MENAGE AMOUR

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TWO MATES FOR A

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SCARLET HYACINTH

Copyright © 2011

Prologue

Trier, Germany, 1581

Torches burned outside the small cottage, casting eerie rays through the night. In the dimly lit room, Dietrich stared at the approaching crowd in concern.

His mother, Aarika, pulled him away from his observation point.

“Don’t stand there, child,” she said. “It’s dangerous.”

As if to confirm her words, a huge stone crashed through the window, right where Dietrich had been a second before. A voice reached his ears. “Witch!” Hundreds echoed it, screaming the same word that sealed their fate. “Witch!”

Dietrich stole a look at the stone and fumed. What did the townsfolk have against him and his mother? Dietrich had never done anything to them, and his mother always helped them with herbal remedies.

But a lone woman with her child always drew attention, especially when her cattle never ceased to give the best milk and when her trees bore the most bountiful fruit. In Dietrich’s opinion, he and his mother kept a low profile. Clearly, their efforts didn’t suffice.

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Dietrich tried to summon the beast living inside him, but he found in dismay that it didn’t work. His mother caressed his hair, shushing him. “Don’t do such things. The animal within you will only destroy you.”

“But, Mother…”

Aarika shook her head. “No one must know about your wolf, Dietrich. You will be hunted down and killed, by things far more dangerous than humans, monsters with no remorse.”

Outside, the sound of the crowd grew closer. Dietrich sensed Aarika’s alarm and was not surprised when she went on to say, “You must take the passage from the cellar that leads into the field. You can find your way over the river from there. I will stall them.”

Dietrich gritted his teeth in impotent anger. “I can’t just leave you.”

“You can and you will. We don’t have any other choice.”

Bangs began to sound at the door and a torch flew inside the house through the shattered window. It landed on the desk, and the papers Aarika kept there went up in flames. Smoke invaded the room, choking Dietrich.

Aarika forcibly directed him toward the cellar and pushed him inside. She was far stronger than she looked, not in body, but in mind.

Dietrich had no choice but to go, and when he recovered from her thrall, he was already inside the dark, damp basement. He reached toward the hatch that led back into the room, and recoiled when he found a shielding spell around it.

Above him, he heard their front door burst open. Screams filled their little cottage, Aarika doing her best with the spells she had at her disposal. He couldn’t leave her, not like this.

He felt the moment when Aarika lost the battle and surrendered to unconsciousness. He’d always shared a strong spiritual connection with her, something that allowed him to control the wolf within him.

At his young age, he couldn’t have morphed in his animal form. This was the only time he’d ever wanted to do so, ever since he’d been a

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wild-eyed toddler and seen his father shift. But his father Joseph left them, never to return. He’d gone on a simple trading journey and intended to provide them with some goods for the winter. But something—or someone—kept Joseph from coming back. In his heart, Dietrich understood the creatures his mother always referred to must have attacked him, attracted by his father’s power.

For this reason, Dietrich hated his legacy. He knew the beast inside eventually caused his father’s doom. Aarika never actually confirmed Joseph's demise, but Dietrich could hear her cry at night, mourning her dead husband. Every day, she insisted that he avoid using his incipient abilities, no matter what. It was a useless curse, and it could only lead to death.

He slipped outside of the cellar through the side door that led into the field. Outside, he saw humans crowding around their house. A few of them carried his mother. She looked so still, so pale.

Everything inside Dietrich screamed to rush forward, to snatch them from their grip.

But the humans didn’t make discriminations. Even if their anger specifically targeted women, the children born by the accused weren’t spared either. Dietrich needed to be patient if he was going to save Aarika.

Slowly, he slipped through the darkness, following the humans as they progressed toward the town hall. A stake was already placed in the city center, in preparation of the events to come. Fair trials didn’t exist for witches. The result always ended up the same.

If only they’d found a way to leave Trier before this happened.

But his mother never really believed she would be targeted. They always minded their own business and never said a bad word to anyone. It didn’t occur to them the hatred would spill into their homes, regardless. They’d been so very wrong.

The humans took Aarika to the prisons. Dietrich snuck through the shadows, biting his lip as he realized guards surrounded the entire

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area. Dare he risk entry? Yes, he dared. There was little time. In the morning, the stake would burn, and his mother with it.

Dietrich considered retracing his steps and jumping over the wall, but in the end, it wasn’t necessary. A moment of inattention from the guards gave him the opportunity to slip past them and into the courtyard. The cells were at the second floor, and he needed to dodge through an entire building full of humans. He doubted all of them would be as absentminded.

He went around the structure and caught sight of his mother at the barred window of a cell. He desperately scanned the darkness for any way to reach her. There were no convenient ladders or anything like that. He didn’t have time to go back to look for one.

Taking a deep breath, Dietrich began to scale the wall using just his fingers and feet. It wasn’t a very easy way to go up a building, but thankfully, the low height of the structure and his inherited abilities helped. At last, he clung to the edge of his mother’s window.

“Dietrich…” she whispered, “what are you doing?”

“I am going to save you, Mother,” Dietrich replied. He examined her for injuries and noted a head wound. Someone must have struck her and knocked her unconscious. Anger coursed through him, and focused everything inside him, his every emotion, struggling to turn it into physical strength. He tamed the beast within him, borrowing its power. Once he thought he was ready, he clung to the bars of the window and pulled as hard as he could.

At first, he thought the bars would not yield, but time or human negligence must have corroded them. Dietrich managed to remove them from the window, creating a small gap through which his mother could escape.

Aarika slipped through the tiny opening and out on the ledge.

Together, they jumped down, landing on their feet with no difficulty—Dietrich because of the abilities inherited from his father, Aarika with the help of her own magic.

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Dietrich intended to take them out the way he’d come, but the path was no longer clear. There seemed to be more guards than ever now. They could still climb over the walls, and if they managed to leave the central area of the town and head into the wild, they’d be home free.

They headed toward the outer edge of the courtyard, but froze in their tracks when they heard a shout coming from behind them. “The witch! The witch has escaped!”

Abandoning all caution, they lunged forward. Dietrich helped Aarika over the wall, and they landed safely on the other side, only to find themselves facing a new obstacle. The guards alerted by the shout from inside were now coming in tremendous number toward the prisons.

Aarika swooned, a testament of her injury, and Dietrich’s concern increased. He’d underestimated the seriousness of the attack on his mother. He managed to catch her before she fell, and she regained her balance. Dietrich kept his eye on her as they made their way up the road and away from the prisons. He’d have liked to go faster, but in these circumstances, he could hardly rush his mother.

Their luck ran out when a dozen or so gathered humans spotted them. “There!” a man said. “It’s the witch.”

Panic swelled inside Dietrich. He began to run, his mother straight behind him. If only they could reach the river, it might keep the humans from following them.

The plan didn’t work out as they’d intended. The main road toward the river was cut off by more townspeople and the two of them were forced to cut through a side alley and jump into the thicket. They slipped and scratched their skin as they ran, but at last, the river Moselle was in view.

With the humans trailing behind them, Dietrich and his mother jumped in the water and began to swim. He felt strength flow back into her with each moment spent in the life-giving liquid. When they

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reached the other side and climbed on the opposite bank, she looked much better than before.

Aarika hugged him tightly. “Oh, my sweet, brave child. You should have never risked your life for me. Promise me you won’t do anything so rash ever again.”

Dietrich hugged her back. He couldn’t imagine an existence without her by his side. “I can’t,” he said.

The moment broke when they spotted the humans on the other side of the Moselle. “Come on, baby. We have to get out of here.”

Dietrich followed after his mother as they disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind their old life and the irrational anger of the Trier witch hunters.

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Chapter One

Present day

Ghostly hands reached out to him, holding him captive. The laughter of screeching voices filled his ears, choking him. Wolfram tried to escape, but darkness surrounded him. The only thing he could see was death, the torn corpses of his men mocking him. “You won’t ever be rid of us,” the ghosts said. “You cannot escape.”

In front of him, a large shadow loomed. The figure of a huge wolf emerged, its eyes burning coals of feral insanity, its fangs dripping with the venom of the virus. Its voice sounded in Wolfram’s head, as clear as day. “You cannot escape,” it repeated.

Wolfram tried to gather his strength, but his muscles froze and his powers refused to obey. The wolf lunged forward. It was so close now its putrid stink filled Wolfram’s nostrils. He thought any moment now, he’d fall and die under the razor-sharp fangs.

A voice reached out to him. “My Lord!” it said.”My Lord!

Wolfram!”

Wolfram recognized it as belonging to Klaus, his best, no, his only friend in the world. He clung to Klaus’s words, and the wolf in front of him seemed to hesitate. At last, the darkness began to dissipate, and Wolfram opened his eyes to the familiar sight of his quarters and his friend’s concerned face.

“Are you all right, My Lord?” Klaus asked.

Wolfram nodded. He hated displaying weakness, but he trusted Klaus to not speak of his ever-present nightmares. They never went away, no matter what he did, but he’d managed to keep his sanity and

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his position as Magistrate just the same. Or at least, he’d done so until seven years back, when he’d been forced to face the lost souls of Timber Lake.

The dead ferals had gathered in the ghost town and demanded justice. Wolfram had managed to defeat them, just barely. But now, the nightmares grew worse with each passing day, his spirit still haunted and tainted by what he’d seen and done. If this went on for much longer, Wolfram would lose his mind.

Klaus offered him a glass of water, and Wolfram took it, gladly gulping down the liquid. It helped somewhat, and once he finished drinking it, he felt a little bit more like himself. “I’m fine, Klaus,” he managed to say at last. “You know I’m restless in my sleep.”

They never spoke of his night terrors—it was something they held between them in silence, following the agreement that the Magistrate should always be the rock of their people, not a child afraid of the dark.

Klaus helped him lean against the pillows and pushed away the quilt. “Lay down. It’ll pass.”

Klaus lay on the bed next to him, holding Wolfram close. The man’s heat felt comfortable, even if Wolfram had never managed to truly love the other man. They were friends, best friends. Once, they’d even been lovers, although they’d stopped when Klaus began to show signs of discomfort. Something between them didn’t quite click. A wall separated them, the same thing that made Klaus address him by My Lord and not his given name.

Wolfram blamed himself, and allowed Klaus his privacy. In spite of Klaus’s continuous diligence and dedication, Wolfram couldn’t melt the ice in his heart, the same ice that gave him the ability to keep on living and skirting insanity for so many centuries.

He felt even guiltier when Klaus took his hand and kissed it.

“Rest, My Lord. You need it.”

Klaus got up and made his way out. Wolfram watched the other man with a heavy heart. His mind still whirled with glum thoughts. At

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this rate, he’d alienate Klaus completely and lose his only anchor in the world.

No, the Magistrate couldn’t afford to think like this. He had a duty to his people. He needed to preserve his strength and focus on it. He closed his eyes, and forced himself to rest.

He must have fallen asleep because when he came to, the first thing he saw was the rays of the sun filter through the curtains of his bedroom. A shrill noise filled his ears, and Wolfram identified it as the sound that rose him from his slumber. Groaning, he picked up his cell phone. Clearly, he’d overslept, but the extra hours of rest didn’t put him in a better mood, not given his wake-up call. He hoped nothing bad had happened. Usually, whenever someone dialed his private number, it didn’t bring good news.

The caller ID held the name Dr. Andrew Blunt. Surprised, Wolfram accepted the incoming call. “Hello, Doctor,” he greeted the human.

“Hello, My Lord. I’ll get right to the point. My son and I believe we’ve reached a breakthrough in the study of the virus.”

Wolfram’s heart began to beat faster. Could it be? Could Andrew Blunt have managed what all their people failed to do? “I see,” he said as calmly as possible. “Can you tell me a bit more?”

“Well, it’s still experimental,” Andrew said, “but we’re optimistic it will lead us on the right path.”

“Very good, Doctor. I’ll be right there, and you can explain once I reach the compound.”

They said their good-byes, and then Wolfram disconnected the call. Wolfram got out of bed and rushed to get dressed. Every second was precious. Wolfram had never found his mate, and he accepted it as a punishment for failing his people. That didn’t mean others should be punished for his mistakes. Now more than ever, he needed to find out what exactly what Andrew’s discoveries implied. Perhaps Doctor Blunt would be the key to a new age in spirit wolf history.

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* * * *

Meanwhile, Trier, Germany

Dietrich breathed in deeply, the light wind ruffling his hair and carrying the smell of the river. It was the first time he’d come to Trier in almost half a millennium. He didn’t know why he did so now. It could have been nostalgia, tiredness, or just the fact that, in the end, this was the only place he’d ever called home.

Just the week before, he’d marked two hundred years from his mother’s death in the calendar. She’d lived more than humanly possible, more than she would have wanted. Even after all these years, he still experienced moments of grief and guilt when he realized she’d hung on for so long, withstanding the pain of the separation from her husband, just so that she could be by Dietrich’s side.

Lost in his thoughts, Dietrich wandered on the streets aimlessly.

Each corner reminded him of something, a distant memory from his past here. A shiver went through him when he recalled their desperate dash through the little town and their swim through the river and to safety. The images were so vivid, even after all this time. It had been the beginning of their new life, a life spent on the run, hiding from shadows, moving to a new place every year or so, whenever Aarika deemed it necessary. By the end, Dietrich thought paranoia had driven her. He’d never once seen, in all his years of existence, the creatures who had slain his father. He’d intended to find them and take revenge, but all his searching had been in vain. Perhaps they’d have come to him, if only he opened himself to the beast within. But now more than ever, Dietrich feared what would happen if he did so. The restlessness of his wolf increased with each passing day, and it was only the magic he’d learned from his mother that allowed him to keep it leashed.

Dietrich shook himself, pushing back the glum thoughts. He should never have come here. It just made things worse instead of

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fixing them. Perhaps he should return to Tibet. The monks there had helped him before, when he’d been lost and desperate.

Just as he considered this new course of action, Dietrich felt something, an odd attraction reach out. It called out to the instincts of the beast, fighting the veil of magic that held them back. Any other time, Dietrich might have been able to control it, but now, he couldn’t have done it to save his life.

He kept on walking, until he reached a sort of construction site. It seemed like the workers erected a new hospital of sorts, although only the skeleton had been put up so far. Dietrich scanned the area for anything that might have triggered this instinct. His eyes fell on a masculine silhouette, high up on the beams. With his keen eyesight, Dietrich could take in all the exquisite features even from this distance. Sweat shone on a strong, naked, masculine torso, muscles flexing as the man worked on securing the building. The human’s close-cropped blond hair spoke of a distinctive Arian heritage.

Dietrich inherited a mixed look, since his father had been French, but not so with this man. Alas, the sun prevented Dietrich from seeing his face.

A shout sounded above him, and Dietrich had the time to jump back before a heavy beam hit the spot where he’d just been. Still, the sudden motion made him lose his balance, an odd thing given that he’d never been caught off guard in his life. Alarmed yells filled the entire area, with every human rushing to check on him. Their distress was entirely justifiable, given the size of the thing that had fallen from above. Even someone like him would have been severely injured, not to mention a frail human.

A heavy hand helped him up, and Dietrich looked up to see the man from before. The bluest eyes in existence scanned him with concern. “Are you all right?” the man asked in German.

“Fine, thank you,” Dietrich replied. His voice sounded weird to his own ears. He hadn’t spoken his native tongue in many years now.

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The man didn’t look convinced. Dietrich gripped his hand, and the moment their skin made contact, electricity sizzled over his skin. He started, almost breaking free of the human’s hold, but the stranger held on. Dietrich caught a flash of arousal in the other man’s eyes, and his senses were invaded with the distinctive scent of desire. It would seem their attraction went both ways.

“Are you sure?” he asked Dietrich. “You seem a bit dazed.”

Dietrich wanted to laugh. Of course he was dazed, but not because of any fallen beam. The man’s presence felt intoxicating, and Dietrich’s hand itched to touch all that delicious skin.

He didn’t reply, and the human must have taken it as agreement.

Much to Dietrich’s dismay, someone tossed the gorgeous hunk a shirt.

“Come on,” the human said as he covered himself. “Let’s get you a drink.”

As they headed away from the accident site, the perfect specimen of manhood spoke again. “I’m Fritz Bauer. What’s your name?”

At last, Dietrich regained his abilities to speak, probably what Fritz had intended in the first place. “Dietrich Dupont. Pleased to meet you.”

Fritz offered him a smile that revealed teeth almost too white to be real. “Likewise.” He gestured toward an improvised bench and miraculously retrieved two beers from somewhere. He offered one to Dietrich and opened the other for himself. Dietrich did the same and took a sip out of his bottle. He hid a grimace at the taste of the low-alcohol brew. Of course, a competent worker would not drink at his workplace.

They sat together on the bench, sipping their beers in silence. “So, I haven’t seen you around,” Fritz said at last. “New in town?”

“Not really,” Dietrich answered, not sure why he even told Fritz this. “I used to live here when I was a kid. It’s the first time I’ve been here since then.” Never mind that his childhood days were four centuries back.

“Oh. Things must really be different now.”

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Dietrich couldn’t help but chuckle, and he acknowledged it with a distant shock. He hadn’t laughed in far too long. But he couldn’t help it. Fritz’s words really hit the bull’s-eye. “Are you calling me old?” he asked.

He heard his own flirtatious tone, but he refused to take back the words. Something inside him screamed this was dangerous, but for the first time in many years, he felt comfortable enough to laugh with someone. Fritz grinned back. “Not at all,” he said. “But perhaps I should apologize better. Would you like to have another drink with me when I’m off work?” He smiled apologetically. “A real beer.”

Alarm started screeching in Dietrich’s head. He knew he shouldn’t get involved with this human. Already, the attraction between them threatened the barriers of his control. Casting aside the glum thoughts, he decided to accept. “Sure.”

For a few more minutes, they sat there, chatting about nothing in particular, until at last, the time came for Fritz to get back to work.

“Meet you in a few hours in the Plaza?”

Dietrich nodded. Everyone, tourist or local, knew how to get there, and Dietrich doubted its location would have changed, even after four hundred years. “I’ll be waiting.”

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Chapter Two

As Dietrich Dupont walked away from the construction site, Fritz stared, unable to tear his eyes away from the man. Even when Dietrich disappeared into the crowd, he continued to stare, hoping he might get another glimpse.

The voice of one of his coworkers forced his gaze away from the mass of people. “Fritz, what are you doing? Come on, we still have a lot of work to do.”

Irritated with both himself and his colleague, Fritz grumbled an agreement. What in the world was he doing? Flirting with a man, and here, no less? He hadn’t been very overt about it, or at least he didn’t think so. His coworkers shouldn’t notice anything wrong with him giving a beer to the man they’d almost killed with a falling beam. But one never knew, and in work environments such as his, being openly gay wasn’t exactly smart.

Fritz long ago reached the conclusion each country had its share of bigots, and he’d been unlucky enough to become a worker in a company full of them. As luck would have it, they also showed no respect for the importance of their work. Building was like giving birth and the structures that rose from their hands needed to be strong and reliable for their country to prosper and outlast whatever problems emerged in the future. So many lives depended on it. Sick people would come to be treated in this hospital once it was finished, trusting the building to be steady and unbreakable. With the mistakes the workers made, this looked more and more unlikely. He might have considered new employment, but jobs in small towns were rare.

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Following this idea, he returned to his job and he forced his mind away from Dietrich’s smile and to the matter at hand. He’d have to write a report on the accident. No one had been injured, but that didn’t change the seriousness of the situation. Fritz’s heart fell as he realized he might not even be able to get to his meeting with Dietrich with all the work he’d have to do.

Predictably, by the time he finished his daily tasks, including the report for the foreman, the time for their tentative first date had long passed. Fritz rushed to the plaza regardless, hoping against all hope the other man would still be there. He didn’t know why it was so important to him, but he wanted to see Dietrich so badly. Something in Dietrich’s smile made Fritz want to decipher the mystery behind those unfathomable dark eyes.

At last, the plaza was in view. Fritz scanned the area, and his eyes fell on a silhouette standing in front of the statue. Even with all the people milling around them, Fritz identified it with ease. Relief coursed through at the realization Dietrich had not left.

Fritz made his way there as quickly as he could. Because of the angle of Dietrich’s position, he couldn’t see the other man’s face and he didn’t know the extent of Dietrich’s annoyance with him.

When at last he reached the statue, he greeted Dietrich. “Hi,” he said. Dietrich turned toward him, and Fritz blurted out an apology.

“Sorry I’m late. I got delayed at work.”

Dietrich offered him a small smile. “I figured that might happen.

Because of the accident, right?”

Fritz nodded, astonished at Dietrich’s understanding nature.

“Come on,” Dietrich continued. “Let’s get a beer.”

“Agreed,” Fritz replied. “Follow me. I know an excellent place.

It’s a bit far, but it’s worth it.”

“Lead the way. A walk would be great anyway.”

Fritz took Dietrich to one of his favorite bars. Nur Bier offered quality products at reasonable prices, in spite of its more “out of the

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way” location. Tourists didn’t know about it, so it was also more discreet, a fact that its regulars greatly appreciated.

“So did you get into any trouble because of the fallen beam?”

Dietrich asked as they walked.

Fritz shook his head. “Not really. I just needed to deal with the guilty party. It’s not easy.” He supervised the construction site when the foreman was away, and this responsibility made him unpopular.

He disliked having to reprimand the workers, and this time, he suspected the man guilty for the accident would lose his job. In these difficult times, it would be a very bad thing, but it couldn’t be helped.

Fritz refused to take chances with the safety and lives of others. Hell, he still didn’t understand how the beam could have fallen next to Dietrich, since the other man had been outside the risk area designated by the construction workers.

“You’ve had a really difficult day,” Dietrich mused. “Let’s not talk about it. Tell me something else about yourself.”

By the time they reached Nur Bier, Fritz learned his companion shared his taste in music, as well as his respect for all things living and his work ethic. They simply clicked, and Fritz forgot all about the stress of his day, surrendering to the temptation of Dietrich’s black gaze. He ignored the little voice in his head that said this man was too good to be true. Fritz had taken a chance before, and he still remembered the way it turned out. But this time, it would be different.

He just knew it.

Inside the bar, they ordered their drinks and sat at the most private table they could find. As the bitter taste of the brew hit his taste buds, Fritz sighed in relaxation. Good beer and a good man, his idea of heaven. Of course, he didn’t know Dietrich very well yet, but he had high hopes already.

“This is a great place,” Dietrich commented.

“It is,” Fritz replied. “Best beer in town.”

Dietrich smiled in that roguish way of his. “And people who know when to look away, right?”

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Fritz couldn’t have felt happier for the dim lights of Nur Bier. His face heated up at Dietrich’s suggestive tone. What the fuck was wrong with him? When had he turned into a blushing virgin? He was an adult, for crying out loud, and he could deal with this in a reasonable manner.

He shouldn’t have any expectations from Dietrich. For all he knew, the man would get tired of Trier and move on to greener pastures again. But they did have tonight, and Fritz wouldn’t let the moment pass without taking advantage of it.

“They do, indeed,” he replied. “Although there’s nothing like the privacy of your own home when you need it.”

He squeezed Dietrich’s knee under the table, heart hammering. He hoped he’d read the other man right. If not, this evening would end on a really poor note.

His fears proved to be unfounded. “I agree. So, do you live close by?”

Fritz didn’t have to be a genius to understand the less-than-subtle hint. “Close enough.”

The throbbing cock in his jeans belied his nonchalant words. His hometown wasn’t that large in the first place, but in this particular moment, even five minutes seemed too long. An unbearable ache grew inside him, the need to touch and be touched so intense he thought he would scream.

They got up and paid the bill at the bar, then headed out.

Nervousness coursed through Fritz at the realization of what he intended to do. Would he really bring this man, this stranger, into his home?

Dietrich’s concerned voice snapped him out of his daze. “Are you all right? We don’t have to do this, you know. We could just go back and have another beer.”

Fritz turned to look at the other man. The lights on the street made Dietrich’s eyes shine with an almost inhuman glow, and yet, Fritz saw the warmth in that gaze, the genuine emotion. It was time to take the

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plunge, to rebuild his life and forget about his fears. One year after his stupid failure of a relationship, and still he had trouble trusting. He needed to let go already.

“No,” he said. “It’s okay. I’m fine. Just a bit anxious, I guess.”

Dietrich’s smile was so gentle it almost made Fritz melt right then and there. “There’s no pressure, seriously. Nothing to be anxious about. I like spending time with you no matter what we do.”

Fritz felt like an idiot. Something about this man made him turn into a teenager with his first crush. It bothered him that he showed such weakness in front of Dietrich.

So, in spite of Dietrich’s comforting words, Fritz said nothing. He just led Dietrich toward his small apartment. In spite of its rather unsatisfying size, the place boasted a gorgeous view of the Moselle, the reason for which Fritz had gotten it in the first place.

“Well, here it is. Home sweet home. Come on in.”

He took Dietrich’s jacket and gestured toward the living room.

“Make yourself at home. Do you want another beer? See a movie?”

“Sure,” Dietrich replied casually. “Why not?”

They sat together on Fritz’s small couch. The slight awkwardness that appeared because of his self-conscious nature dissipated into a sense of familiar comfort. Fritz inserted a movie in the DVD player, choosing an action flick at random. He didn’t think he could concentrate on anything better than lots of explosions and brainless ass-kicking.

At one point during the movie, the star began to heat it up with his rescued damsel in distress. Fritz had never been particularly aroused by scenes like this, and for the same reason he preferred to avoid porn. They held no honesty. But this time, Fritz imagined himself and Dietrich in the place of the main characters on the screen, their bodies entwined, slick with sweat, cock sliding against cock. Why were they even watching a movie in the first place?

Fritz abandoned his beer on the coffee table, went with his instinct, and simply attacked Dietrich.

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Their first kiss was even more delicious than Fritz expected.

Dietrich took everything Fritz offered and gave back with an equal amount of ferocity. Their tongues tangled in a battle for dominance that made Fritz delirious with pleasure. He ended up on top of Dietrich on the narrow couch, rubbing against the other man in wanton despair.

Their pants flew off in a flurry of material. Fritz broke their kiss to admire his soon-to-be lover. The man was sex incarnate and perfect all over. A hard cock nudged against Fritz’s thigh and bronze nipples peaked as if begging for Fritz’s mouth. Grinning, Fritz lowered his lips over the tiny nubs of flesh, biting and suckling, making the other man groan in pleasure. Dietrich arched against him, pressing even closer to Fritz. Fritz made a mental note the man’s nipples were a sensitive spot. He’d have lingered more on them, but he wanted to go further. He wanted to taste Dietrich’s very essence, to bring their bodies together and fuck all night long. His cock in Dietrich’s ass, or the other way around, it didn’t matter. But first, he needed to sample that delicious prick.

Fritz licked over Dietrich’s muscled abdomen, following the treasure trail that led to his prize. When he reached Dietrich’s shaft, he engulfed the hard length in his mouth, moaning at the taste that exploded over his taste buds. He massaged Dietrich’s testicles and reached between the man’s ass cheeks to rub at the tempting hole.

Dietrich’s groaning turned into some sort of growl, almost animalistic. It turned Fritz on like crazy, and he took Dietrich deeper, all the way into his throat. Over and over, he bobbed his head up and down the other man’s cock, loving the weight of it on his tongue. It felt so right, so amazing, and Fritz forgot about everything except the here and now, his body and the man beneath him.

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Dietrich struggled to hold his instincts in check as his mate sucked his dick. It was impossible, especially with the way Fritz took him, so passionate, the most amazing experience of Dietrich’s life. Dietrich had never thought his mate would be a danger to his control, but even now, he could feel the wolf straining to break free, demanding to couple with his mate.

So far, he’d managed to keep it in check with the help of his mother’s training, but its power seemed multiplied by Fritz’s presence. And Dietrich could not push Fritz away, as much as his consciousness screamed “danger.” His entire being ached to be with the other man—and fuck, Fritz was far too talented with his mouth.

The sight of those full lips stretching to suck Dietrich in like a vacuum looked sinful, and Dietrich would have gladly died and gone to the hell humans spoke of as long as he kept it always in his mind.

The sensations took him to the brink of orgasm all too soon, the wolf within howling in satisfaction.

In the background, an explosion sounded from the direction of the television, but it was nothing like the one that swept over Dietrich. It shattered his every barrier, all the walls he’d set in place to keep his beast at bay. For the first time in centuries, he and his wolf were one.

It felt so liberating, so amazing to at last accept the other part of him through the pure pleasure Fritz offered.

But as his afterglow faded, Dietrich found in dismay that he could not hold his wolf in check. Everything he’d ever used to leash the beast failed to contain it. After so many years of confinement, the animal refused to return back to the corner of his mind where it belonged. It snarled wildly when Dietrich attempted to push it back in panic. Mate, it said. Mate. Now.

As if through a dream, Dietrich watched himself push Fritz off him and tear the remaining clothes off his mate. He flipped Fritz on his stomach, forcibly holding him down and exposing the other man’s naked ass. At first, Fritz seemed to take his domination in stride, but then, the human sensed something was not right. He tried to turn, and

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his puzzled, apprehensive voice reached Dietrich’s ears through a heavy veil. “Dietrich, what are you doing?”

The wolf taking over Dietrich’s body didn’t reply. It just held Fritz’s body down. His fangs descended of their own accord and claws emerged. The sight of those claws touching his mate’s skin gave Dietrich strength. He didn’t know how he managed it, but he pulled back the animal. He reached out to it, not with violence, but showing it what it had almost done. The wolf cowered when it realized it nearly hurt Fritz in its frenzy to mate and retreated to Dietrich’s mind.

Once more in control of his faculties and his body, Dietrich collapsed on top of Fritz. His mate scampered away from him and gave him a wide-eyed look. “What in the world was that about?”

* * * *

Meanwhile, at the Hart Compound

“So, you’re saying you’ve found a cure for the virus?” Wolfram asked the human doctor. Andrew stood in front of him, in his white laboratory coat, holding a file that presumably spoke of the research so far. By his side, the man’s two mates, Valerius D’Averam and Trent Hart, watched over the exchange.

Andrew shook his head. “Not exactly a cure, but rather a treatment.”

A knock sounded at the door, and Wolfram arched a brow at the three men. “Come in,” he said.

A blond young man slipped inside the room discreetly. “Hello, Paul,” Wolfram said with a smile. He liked Andrew Blunt’s young son. Paul’s shy demeanor and quiet intelligence endeared him to everyone, including Wolfram himself. In the past seven years, Paul had become a valuable assistant for his father, choosing to continue

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his studies in the Maine compound of the Harts and then aid Andrew in his efforts to defeat the feral virus.

Paul bowed lowly. “Greetings, My Lord.”

Wolfram surmised Paul had come for a reason, so he ushered the young human forward. “Please, continue,” he told Andrew.

“As we all know, the Ebola virus and rabies—which seem components of the feral virus—have a very high death ratio. In the usual human diseases, patients die of severe blood loss and acute inflammation of the brain, respectively. The third component of the virus, however, stabilizes the state of the patient into something more similar to schizophrenia. As we’ve been told, this is because the virus attacks both the physical and the spiritual component of an individual.”

Wolfram nodded at the doctor’s words. He already knew all of this, but he had a feeling Andrew was getting to something else.

“After unsuccessfully trying to attack the diseases that we do know, Paulie suggested we try and separate the genomes of the three components. We knew the third component was vulnerable to silver, as well as the cellular basis of spirit wolf saliva. Sustained treatment is somewhat effective for Ebola virus, and rabies can be treated in its incipient stages. What we managed to come up with is essentially a way to scramble the nucleotides of the three diseases. I admit I was at first reluctant, as we did not know if upon such a maneuver the two other viruses wouldn’t appear by themselves. However, it seems that the key is in the following. The third component of the virus essentially keeps the two diseases in their early stages. If the proper medicine is administered, their effects can be countered.”

“We came up with a serum,” Paulie continued his father’s explanation. “When administered to a feral, it should temporarily hold the disease in check and grant him control of his mental faculties, somewhat like a spirit wolf bite. However, it needs to be taken regularly, otherwise it doesn’t help.”

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“The only actual cure we’ve found is the two-way bite,” Drew finished. “I have my doubts we’ll ever be able to replicate those energies.”

Wolfram doubted it, too, but still, the discoveries of the two humans held promise. “Don’t rush it,” he said. “Put it through every test and make sure it’s safe.”

He almost smiled when he caught a flash of quickly masked affront on Drew’s face. “Of course, My Lord. We wouldn’t use any risky treatment on spirit wolves.”

Wolfram opened his mouth, intending to ask to be shown the serum. But a sharp pain hit the back of his skull, so intense his knees buckled. He’d have collapsed if Valerius hadn’t caught him. “My Lord?” the Judiciary asked. “Is everything all right?”

Valerius’s words began to fade as Wolfram was propelled into a different space. He allowed it to come, his heart heavy with what he knew he would see. He didn’t understand the intensity of this pain, but these visions always hit him whenever a spirit wolf, or even a human, turned feral. It was the last desperate effort of the soul in question, reaching out to anyone that could help. Sadly, Wolfram never managed to help them. Instead, he located them and sent killers to hunt them.

The only time he’d shown mercy had been on Valerius D’Averam’s specific request. He’d allowed Caesar D’Averam’s mate, Linden, to live, in spite of being feral, with the condition. But in the end, it meant nothing. Linden died in a fire ordered by Caesar himself.

To Wolfram’s relief, the two found each other again, in a new life, but the instances when this happened were rare at best. Most of the time, Wolfram’s efforts didn’t help the assaulted humans. Nothing ever did, and now, he’d be forced to bring his hunters upon another unfortunate soul. No wonder the Spirit Mother refused to grant him a mate.

But perhaps, this time, it would be different. Perhaps Blunt’s serum would work. His mental vision began to clear as hope filled him, only to be replaced by shock and horror mere moments later.

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He could see everything so clearly, two men sitting on a couch, in a small, homey apartment. One of them, a gorgeous brunet, was the spirit wolf skirting on the edge of madness. The other, a blond human, stared at the wolf in clear shock. Both of them were Wolfram’s mates.

“Where?” he asked his own mind. “Where are they?” His soul sight promptly replied. Trier, Germany. Wolfram saw even the address of the apartment and knew the identities of the two men.

Dietrich Dupont and Fritz Bauer.

There was no time to waste. Even now, his wolf mate risked falling into insanity. It hadn’t happened yet, but Dietrich’s control hung by a thread, and Fritz’s presence wouldn’t help.

The vision faded, and Wolfram found himself back in the Hart compound. Somehow, he’d ended up sitting on a couch, with a concerned-looking Doctor Blunt staring down at him.

“I’m fine, Doctor,” he said. He hated having these blackouts when others were present. Usually, he had some warning, but this time, he’d been taken by surprise. It couldn’t be helped. At least the people here were reasonably trustworthy.

“Are you certain, My Lord?” Trent asked.

Wolfram sighed. He preferred explaining rather than being considered sick or weak. “Yes. This sort of thing happens when more ferals emerge.”

Paul gaped at him in obvious shock, but his father pulled him away. Wolfram was thankful for it. He didn’t have time for more questions.

Hurriedly, he retrieved his cell phone and dialed Klaus’s number.

His friend answered on the second ring. “Who do we have in Germany?” Wolfram asked in place of a greeting.

Judging by the brief pause, Klaus had already guessed at least a part of the situation. The sound of keys being pressed came through the connection, and then Klaus replied, “Sebastian Morrigan and Marcus Deacon.”

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Wolfram began to feel a bit more relieved. The two were amongst his best men, and it helped that they chose to work as a team, instead of doing so individually. Hunter pairs were created for inexperienced wolves, but these partnerships rarely lasted, much to Wolfram’s dismay. Sebastian and Marcus remained one of the few exceptions that confirmed the rule. They would be of tremendous assistance until Wolfram reached Trier.

“Excellent,” he told Klaus. “Something else, Klaus. I need you to take over all my meetings in the next couple of days.”

“Of course, My Lord.” Klaus sounded a bit startled now. “Is the situation so serious?”

“It is, for me. I will tell you everything soon.” He considered mentioning Dietrich and Fritz were his mates, but decided against it.

He’d do it once they met, face-to-face. Besides, as much as he trusted the people at the Hart compound, he didn’t want to share his own personal emotions with them. They needed the Magistrate, not Wolfram. “And send some reinforcements to Trier, just in case.”

He disconnected the call and dialed Sebastian’s number. With a few efficient commands, he directed Sebastian to Trier. He would send the two men the address later, in private.

As he finished the call with his subordinate, he directed his attention toward the men in the room. “I am needed elsewhere. Doctor Blunt, I’m relying on you and your son to continue your research. It’s imperative that you find out if your serum works as soon as possible.”

As selfish as his thoughts were, Wolfram couldn’t help it. He needed this medicine, in case Dietrich lost his last hold on his spirit wolf nature. “Valerius, Trent, I trust you to guard them with your lives.”

“You don’t even need to say it, My Lord,” Trent replied.

They led Wolfram out of Andrew’s office and then, outside, to the helipad. A voice called out to them just as Wolfram was climbing into the aircraft. He spotted Linden Rivers running toward him, a few seconds before the man’s mate, Ashton Hart, scooped him up and dashed in the direction of the helipad at supernatural speed. They

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reached Wolfram in a few seconds, and Ashton placed Linden down.

The human gave Ashton a thankful look, and then turned to Wolfram.

“My Lord, I wanted to say something before you go. Be very careful. There’s something dangerous awaiting you. I can see it hunting your steps. A man, a black-haired man. A black wolf. You must be cautious at all times.”

Wolfram listened to Linden’s words and nodded. Through some twist of fate, Linden had emerged in his new life with a limited ability of foresight. During the past few years, Wolfram had watched it grow and develop under the care of the young human’s two mates, Ashton and Dan, the latter being a reincarnation of Caesar’s soul. At first, Linden’s power made Wolfram uncomfortable, but now he accepted it with gratitude. Clearly, it was a gift from the Spirit Mother which he could not deny.

“Thank you, Linden. I’ll remember that.”

Dan Lawson appeared on the helipad, followed by the rest of the Harts. They all wished him a good trip and asked him to return as soon as his duties allowed. The patriarch of the family, Grant Hart, offered to send men with him, but Wolfram decided against it.

Klaus’s people would most likely get there at the same time, and the Harts needed their own staff here, to protect their compound. Besides, Wolfram trusted his abilities, and if something happened involving his mates, it was his responsibility to deal with it.

For a few moments, Wolfram’s eyes met Clay Hart’s. Grant’s youngest son nodded respectfully at him, but Wolfram swore he felt resentment in his demeanor. It was very strange, but Clay had always been like that. Wolfram never quite managed to figure out what thoughts passed through Clay’s mind. An odd veil seemed to stand between the two of them at all times, as if Clay consciously shut him out. Sighing to himself, Wolfram smiled at the Harts and promised another visit, then climbed into the helicopter. He couldn’t linger any longer. His mates needed him. Everything else would have to wait.

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As the aircraft took off, Wolfram wondered about Linden’s words.

His mate had been a brunet. Could Linden have seen him? Would Dietrich turn feral before Wolfram could reach him? God, Wolfram hoped not. It would be too cruel for the Spirit Mother to at last grant him this chance, only to take it away.

* * * *

Fritz stared at the man in front of him in dismay. His arousal faded when he’d realized something wasn’t right with Dietrich. At one point, his lover had snapped. Fritz had been thrilled for the loss of control, but now he understood something more lay beneath the calm mask, something the passion between them unleashed.

Dietrich took a few deep breaths, and then reached out to him.

Fritz should have recoiled, but he didn’t. He needed to find out what in the world was going on.

When Dietrich’s hand touched his, it felt odd, and Fritz looked at it almost absently. His blood froze in his veins at what he saw. Claws emerged from Dietrich’s fingertips, real animal claws. Fritz would have thought it to be a peculiar elaborated joke, but those things hadn’t been there a minute ago.

“What the fuck!”

Dietrich winced at the shout, but Fritz was not placated in the least. What in the world had he gotten himself into? This was not happening. It was some sort of weird dream. He’d wake up with a headache tomorrow and realize he’d drunk too much. People just didn’t have claws.

“I can explain,” Dietrich said, his voice sounding growly. He cleared his throat, and when he spoke next, his tone seemed a bit more normal. “I swear I can explain.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” Fritz replied. “You should go.”

Dietrich seemed conflicted, his eyes wild and haunted. For some reason, the sight made Fritz’s heart squeeze in his chest. Clearly, the

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man meant him no harm, but something had changed, something awful that plagued Dietrich.

“Okay,” Dietrich said. “I’ll go… Just let me.”

The surreal quality of the situation strangely made Fritz a bit calmer. He got up and took a few steps back, watching Dietrich for any intentions of attack.

“I’m a shape-shifter,” Dietrich said after a brief pause. “I can turn into a wolf. Well, sort of. I have this power, but I hate it. I’ve been trying to control it for many years now, but it somehow broke free when you touched me.”

Fritz opened his mouth and closed it, aware that he must look like a fish. When his brain registered Dietrich’s words, he tried to focus on something real to cling on to. He chose the first thing he could come up with. “Because of sex? But surely, you’ve been with other people before.”

The thought bothered him, and he felt an odd satisfaction when Dietrich replied, “I’ve fucked others, yes, but it’s different with you.”

His tone became low and husky. “You have no idea how different it is.”

In spite of the seriousness of the situation, Fritz’s body responded once again and his arousal returned with a vengeance. His prick never really lost interest, since it would have been impossible around a naked Dietrich. It went from half-mast to rock-hard in just a moment.

Berating himself for his irrational wantonness, Fritz snatched a couch pillow and shielded his dick with it. It probably just made it even more obvious, but they needed to have this conversation, damn it, not fall back into fucking.

Everything was so strange. God, he had a werewolf in his living room for crying out loud. Fritz’s reason screamed that he call the cops or a mental institution, but his heart wouldn’t let him do so. For all he knew, Dietrich might be telling the truth. Those claws couldn’t have been a figment of Fritz’s imagination.

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Dietrich grinned at him. “You can’t hide from me, lover,” he murmured. “I can smell arousal, you know.”

“That’s a bit freaky,” Fritz shot back.

He regretted the words almost instantly when he saw Dietrich’s face fall. “I know,” the other man said. “I can’t help it. I wish things were different.”

He caressed the side of Fritz’s face with a warm, gentle hand. “I think I should leave. Don’t worry about me. I won’t bother you again.”

Before Fritz could say anything else, Dietrich got up and pulled his clothes on. Fritz watched him move, taking in the predatory gait and the swift elegance of each motion. Not a werewolf, but a man, a gorgeous man Fritz ached to know, and touch, and love.

But Dietrich didn’t give him the chance. He turned and pressed a butterfly-light kiss on Fritz’s lips, then whispered, “Don’t worry, babe. This was all just a horrible nightmare and nothing more. Sleep.”

Fritz’s eyes began to close, a sense of profound exhaustion invading his every pore. “What? No… Don’t, Dietrich…”

His lover’s name was the last thing he managed to say before everything went black.

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Chapter Three

Fritz opened his eyes to the familiar sight of his bedroom. At first, he was confused. He didn’t know exactly how he’d gotten here, since he couldn’t remember getting in bed and falling asleep. But then, the previous night’s events flashed through his mind. Dietrich, their shared passion, the odd discovery, and then the other man’s flight. It seemed Dietrich must have somehow forced him into slumber. Did werewolves have that sort of power? And God, why was he even considering such things? Maybe his brief recollection of Dietrich’s words spoke the truth. Just a nightmare, and nothing more.

No. How could something as beautiful as Fritz’s experience with Dietrich be a nightmare? He refused to accept it. There must be some other explanation, something that would clear the mist in Fritz’s mind. Then again, their instant chemistry had been spoiled by the weirdness of the appearing claws. Yes, it must have been just a dream.

Fritz realized he needed to return to the real world and go to work.

He desperately wished he wouldn’t have to do anything challenging today. He was distracted, and he didn’t want to make any stupid mistake that would cause an accident like the one the day before.

As he walked to the construction site, he wondered if he’d ever see Dietrich again. The realization that Dietrich might have already left Trier made Fritz’s heart heavy. But as much as he would have liked, he couldn’t exactly go looking for the other man in all of the hotels in the town. It didn’t work that way.

A cloud of confusion swallowed his memories, but he knew he had, indeed, met Dietrich, and they’d gotten together for a drink.

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Beyond that, everything must have been Fritz’s overactive imagination. Still, Fritz wasn’t quite over it, yet, and he didn’t feel ready to attempt a second date.

He was so lost in his thoughts he ran straight into a warm, solid body. “Hold on there,” a familiar voice said.

Fritz blinked and shock coursed through him. “What are you doing here?” he blurted out, glaring at the handsome of face of Joseph Garou.

Joseph grinned at him. “Now, what kind of welcome is that?”

Fritz bristled. It was just like Joseph to have the gall of saying something presumptuous in spite of the way they’d parted. Joseph represented Fritz’s only attempt at a relationship and the biggest mistake in his life. Why in the world had he returned, and now all of times?

“Welcome back,” he said, putting as much sarcasm in his tone as he could. “Now, get out of my way. I have somewhere to be.”

Joseph arched a perfectly groomed brow. “Oh? And where is that?”

Fritz couldn’t very well force Joseph to move aside. The other man looked lean, but he was impossibly strong, as Fritz learned all too well in the past. In fact, the last time they’d seen each other, Fritz had earned a couple of broken ribs in an argument with Joseph. He could remember it now, Joseph’s heavy fists cracking bone, his dark eyes staring down at him in amusement. “You’re quite funny, my dear Fritz,” he’d said back then. “But I’m bored with your ridiculousness.

Farewell.”

Fritz had counted his blessings for being left alone. His defeat humbled him, and for a while, he’d been plagued by insecurities and irrational fears. Now, those feelings finally dwindled, but Joseph came back.

“Don’t start with me, Joseph,” Fritz told his ex. He glared, furious at the memories assaulting him. More than anything, he hated to be

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weak, and he loathed the feeling of inferiority that came whenever he recalled his inability to fight Joseph. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Oh? Your little meeting last night didn’t work out the way you expected, did it?”

Fritz’s entire body froze. How could Joseph know about Dietrich?

And what exactly had Joseph seen? Fritz himself didn’t know what happened the day before. “Are you stalking me?” he asked, fuming. It made absolutely no sense. The other man had been perfectly clear upon their separation that Fritz was nothing more but a fun toy, and one he’d almost broken. Why would he want to enter Fritz’s life again, especially now when he was trying to make sure he hadn’t lost his mind?

Joseph just smirked in that irritating way of his. “I don’t have to answer your question.”

All of a sudden, his expression changed and he tensed visibly. “I must bid you farewell now, my dear Fritz. I’ll see you soon.”

Without further explanation, Joseph took off, disappearing in the crowd. Completely confused, Fritz decided to take advantage of his lucky break and rushed in the direction of his home. As he passed an alley, however, he found himself dragged in the darkness by an unseen force.

Fritz fought against his attacker. He found in dismay he encountered trouble breaking free, an unusual fact in and by itself. It only ever happened with Joseph. The thought made renewed anger course through him. He snapped his head back and was rewarded with a male grunt and a loosening of the hold on him.

He used the opportunity to move away and turned to face his assailant. He caught a brief glimpse of dark blond hair before a dark flash pushed him down and he went falling down on the pavement.

Much to Fritz’s dismay, the man on top of him held him with no real effort. “Please, don’t make me hurt you,” he said. The words sounded serious, not mocking, as if the stranger uttering them really meant

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them. But there were many crazy people who seemed very nice, and the sudden attack didn’t speak well of the truth behind the situation.

“I haven’t done anything,” he answered. “You’re the one jumping me and holding me down in the dirt.”

For a few moments, the blond remained silent. “I’m sorry about this,” he said again. “I’m afraid it’s necessary.”

As he spoke, the blond released Fritz from his hold. Fritz looked around for a way out of his predicament, but he soon realized the real reason why his attacker released him. Another man entered the alley, his expression glum and his eyes instantly zeroing in on Fritz. Unlike his companion, he looked hostile, and his dark blue gaze seemed to spear through Fritz.

“I lost him,” he told the other man.

The blond cursed under his breath, while the new arrival turned his attention to Fritz. “Who was that with you?” he asked. “Where did he go?”

Fritz blinked in confusion. “What?” Did they mean Joseph? Fritz had known Joseph was involved with some pretty bad stuff, but he’d never expected to be swept in, especially not now that they were no longer an item. “The guy I ran into?” When his interrogator nodded, Fritz continued, “Just my ex. Joseph Garou. And no, I don’t know where he’s gone. I thought he left town a year ago.”

His first attacker looked thoughtful. “So you don’t know anything special about him? Anything at all?”

Fritz shook his head. Joseph had always been secretive, and Fritz allowed it, since he himself liked his privacy.

The second man sighed. “Well, it can’t be helped now. We were instructed to watch over you, but it seems you’ve attracted some unwanted attention.”

“Watch over me?” Fritz repeated. “Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but I can take care of myself just fine, thank you.”

“I don’t think so,” the irritating stranger replied. “You’ll have to come with us.”

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* * * *

Dietrich fully intended to leave Trier. He’d meant to keep his distance from Fritz and allow his mate to live a fulfilling life and find a human to love. But for all his good intentions, he hadn’t been unable to go through with it. How could he just abandon the other half of his soul? All day, the doubt lingered within him, until at last, he decided to watch over Fritz from afar.

He’d left his rented room and headed toward the construction site, hoping to catch at least a brief glimpse of his mate. Fritz would be leaving for his workplace at this hour. A weird melancholic excitement filled him, the desire to look into Fritz’s beautiful eyes so strong it almost made him keel over.

He quickened his pace, for once thankful Trier was the size of a handkerchief, especially when compared to all the other cities Dietrich had seen. He wished he could show Fritz the world, or rather, see it together with him. Dietrich had never found peace, no matter where he’d gone. But he knew it would have been so different with Fritz.

He was deep in his dream when the surprise and hostility hit him.

He couldn’t sense fear, not exactly, but rather anger, apprehension, and confusion. Someone had attacked his mate.

Terror coursed through Dietrich. Even if they didn’t have a bond, he could already feel Fritz so clear in his mind. And there was something else, something skirting the recesses of his mind. It felt familiar, but Dietrich couldn’t quite identify it. He pushed aside the unknown sensation and rushed in the direction of the construction site.

Halfway there, he found his mate in an alley, surrounded by two suspicious individuals. The wolf inside him emerged, controlled only by the fact that Fritz seemed unharmed. Its instincts identified its

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enemies as other beasts, and possessiveness mixed with anger in Fritz’s chest.

“Dietrich?” his mate asked. He sounded lost, completely confused, but otherwise unhurt.

“Are you okay?” Dietrich asked.

His voice came out as a low growl that, in any other circumstances, would have concerned him. He became a bit more in control when Fritz nodded, but the beast within still wanted to tear apart its enemies. Dietrich directed a glare at the two men. “Get away from him, if you want to live.”

One of the strange wolves, a handsome blond, took a step forward. “We don’t mean any harm to you or your mate. Calm down.”

Calm down? Dietrich wanted to laugh. How could he calm down when they’d attacked Fritz? He had no intentions to negotiate, or anything along that line. They’d committed a serious mistake in messing with him.

The blond was close to him, and the wolf inside Dietrich grasped the occasion. Dietrich found himself turning, until his vision became monochrome and he fell on four paws on the ground. The sudden change between forms should have startled him. In the back of his mind, he felt odd, unfamiliar with his own body. So many new things assaulted his senses, but it was all background noise. He lunged forward, and before his enemies could do anything, he took the blond down. At the last moment, the man shifted and this time, the ripple of energy really did take Dietrich by surprise. On instinct, he’d gone for the man’s throat, but with the shift, the other wolf’s gray fur hindered his approach.

For a few instants, Dietrich managed to hold him down, but somehow, the gray wolf pushed him away. Dietrich growled angrily, circling around his opponent. Every time he tried to attack, the gray wolf danced away at the last moment. In spite of his own superior

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strength, the other wolf had the advantage of a better control on his beast and more experience in such battles.

“Stop this,” another voice came. Dietrich turned and looked at the second man. The brunet stood very close to Fritz, and Dietrich’s attention shifted. “We don’t mean you any harm. We only want to help.”

Dietrich was not convinced at all. He bared his fangs at the second wolf, silently telling him to step away from Fritz. The other man didn’t even blink. “Besides, do you want your mate to see you like this? Like a savage animal?”

This argument succeeded in penetrating through the haze of fury clouding his mind. His eyes turned to Fritz, and his heart fell at the shock and horror he could see in his mate. Just like the night before, the wolf recoiled, whimpering in distress, and Dietrich turned back into his normal form.

For a few moments, he couldn’t breathe right, and his limbs seemed uncoordinated. Now that the adrenaline of battle dissipated, he could no longer feel his wolf as one with him. He shivered and collapsed on the ground.

The sound of footsteps reached his ears, and then a warm hand touched Dietrich’s naked skin. His mate’s scent invaded his nostrils, driving away the chill. “What’s wrong with him?” Fritz’s voice came in concern.

“He’s losing control of his beast, but beyond that, we’re not sure,”

the blond man answered. Strikingly, he didn’t seem to be affected by the change at all. “Once our superior arrives, he can tell us more.”

Dietrich forced himself to leash the animal, focusing on the urgency to keep his mate safe. It was difficult because the wolf wanted the same thing, and refused to be denied. When at last Dietrich succeeded, he opened his eyes and struggled to his feet.

“Who are you people?” he asked, proud when his voice didn’t shake.

“I am Sebastian Morrigan, and this is Marcus Deacon,” the second man answered.

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“We’re spirit wolves, like you,” the blond—apparently named Marcus—said. “And we don’t mean you any harm. Like we were telling your mate earlier, we just want to help.”

Dietrich’s mind whirled. Spirit wolves? He didn’t know anything about that. He only knew what his instinct told him. A beast lived within him. It wanted to take over and would do so if Dietrich allowed it.

But these two men didn’t have his problem. They were clearly very comfortable with their own wolves. Hell, Marcus had changed between his two forms with such ease it humbled Dietrich. He gritted his teeth in frustration at the realization that he couldn’t keep his mate safe. Well, perhaps they were better than him at this spirit wolf thing, but Dietrich still had his mother’s witch powers. He never used them to hurt people. It was the one rule Aarika instilled within him. But if they tried anything against his mate, Dietrich would break it and not regret it.

“Just back off,” he told them. Through the howls sounding in his head, he somehow succeeded in summoning his powers and casting a ward around him and Fritz. “We don’t need your help.”

“Oh, I think you do,” the man named Sebastian said. “You do and you know it. You can’t handle this on your own.”

“I can protect my mate just fine, thank you,” Dietrich growled back, unsure as to why he even engaged these people in a debate.

“Can you protect him from yourself?” Marcus asked softly.

There was genuine kindness and concern in Marcus’s voice. The wolf remained restless, but at the same time, it felt honesty coming from Marcus, and acknowledged his own helplessness. The two strangers were right. Dietrich didn’t think he could hold back forever and keep himself from hurting Fritz. He’d barely managed to do so the day before, and the situation seemed to be growing worse by the second.

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Conceding defeat, Dietrich lowered the ward. He kept his expression as cool as possible and said, “Fine. I’m willing to hear you out, but if I see anything suspicious, you’re going to regret it.”

Sebastian nodded. “Fair enough.” He stole a look out the alley and then turned to Dietrich once again. “We have to get out of here. I don’t think the humans noticed anything, but it’s still not safe. Come on. Follow me.”

Dietrich had nothing else to do but to oblige.

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Chapter Four

In a weird development, Fritz found himself stealthily following the men through Trier. It almost made him laugh, since both Dietrich and the other wolf, Marcus, were naked. Of course, the sight of Dietrich’s nakedness hardly caused amusement in him, but rather, aroused the lust lingering from the night before.

The other men seemed tense, and Dietrich occasionally threw gazes Fritz’s way. A peculiar mix of feelings swirled inside Fritz. He couldn’t understand anything anymore, and he walked on autopilot while trying to process what he’d seen in the alley. Wolves. Men turning into wolves. The claws had been something out of this world, but this… This was madness.

By some miracle, they reached Sebastian and Marcus’s hotel room without being spotted—and without Fritz losing it. “So now what?” Fritz asked. He was so very confused, and more than anything, worried, both for himself, but also for Dietrich. He questioned his own sanity, but at the same time, he knew Dietrich would have never left him in the first place if something wasn’t seriously wrong.

“Now we wait,” Sebastian replied. He tossed Dietrich a pair of pants and continued, “Our leader should be here any minute now.”

“Your leader,” Dietrich repeated as he dressed. “Is he like the Alpha of your pack or what?”

The words were probably meant to be mocking, but they held an underlining thread of curiosity. “Something like that,” Marcus answered while he too put some clothes on. “He’ll be able to help,

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you’ll see. You’re not the only spirit wolf who’s lost control. He always guides us on the right path.”

“So I’m assuming there aren’t that many of us if one man deals with all this,” Dietrich prodded.

Marcus laughed. “We are more than you might think.” His expression became serious. “But he is no ordinary man. He’s always watched out for all of us.”

To Fritz, it sounded like a very selfish outlook on life. Leader or not, how could one person cater to the whims of many? There was probably some sort of system because otherwise, it didn’t make any sense to him. Then again, nothing in the past twenty-four hours or so made any sense.

The tick tock of the clock on the wall reached his ears, and it occurred to him at this hour, he should be at work, not talking about paranormal stuff with werewolves. “Well, I can’t just wait around for your leader to come,” he said. “I have a job, a life.”

“You can’t leave here either. The feral is still after you.”

Dietrich looked surprised, having obviously been unaware of the threat Sebastian and Marcus feared. “What are you talking about?”

Fritz opened his mouth to explain, but didn’t get the chance. “His boyfriend,” Sebastian replied. “Joseph Garou, was it?” He poured himself a drink and snorted. “Who knew ferals had a sense of humor?”

To Fritz, several things registered at the same time. First, Sebastian’s emphasis on Joseph’s last name. Garou. Oh, God. Loup Garou. Werewolf. Why had he never realized it? Then again, who’d have thought Joseph could be a supernatural creature? At the same time, Fritz acknowledged the second mentioning of the word “feral.”

What did it even mean? And of course, he noticed Dietrich’s reaction upon hearing Sebastian’s words. The man’s gaze turned to Fritz, all apprehension turned into anger. “Boyfriend?” he asked Fritz. “You have a boyfriend?”

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“He’s my ex,” Fritz replied automatically. “An unfortunate choice, if I might add. Don’t tell me you never had relationships before meeting me because I won’t believe you.”

He didn’t even know how he managed to keep his voice calm.

Perhaps Dietrich’s jealousy helped. Joseph had been a jealous man as well, but for some reason, Dietrich didn’t make him nervous or angry like the other man did, just hot on the inside. He saw both affection and passion hidden behind the outburst, and he reveled in it. It gave him something to focus on, other than the proverbial elephant in the room.

Dietrich didn’t reply and plopped down on a couch in the middle of the room. Fritz began to feel guilty about his outburst, but before he could apologize, a peculiar sensation invaded him, sending him whirling in a pool of confusion. It reminded him of the moment when he’d first seen Dietrich, yet at the same time so very different. His heart began to beat faster, and he clutched his chest, heaving when he had trouble breathing.

In an odd development, Dietrich seemed to be experiencing the same phenomenon, but not Marcus and Sebastian. They must’ve felt something different as well, and they obviously knew more than they were letting on. “What’s happening?” Fritz asked in a gasp.

Sebastian gave him a curious look. “It seems our leader has arrived.”

Fritz didn’t know why the spirit wolf ruler would have such an effect on him, and it unsettled him. He didn’t have the time to figure out a solution for his predicament. A knock sounded at the door, and Marcus rushed to open it.

Both Marcus and Sebastian bowed as a tall man entered the room.

His salt and pepper hair spoke of a somewhat advanced age, and his eyes held centuries of wisdom. At the same time, he didn’t look old.

No lines creased the perfect, aristocratic features of his face, and his muscular body made Fritz’s mouth water. He felt guilty. He’d only met Dietrich the day before, but he knew their relationship could be

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special. Several times, Sebastian and Marcus had mentioned the word

“mate” when referring to Fritz, so they must’ve known it as well. It was just too much to take in, and Fritz didn’t know how to deal with more, especially not the overwhelming attraction toward the new arrival.

“Greetings, My Lord,” Marcus and Sebastian said.

Fritz knew he should say something as well, but his words were clogged in his throat. He just stared at the man, his eyes occasionally straying to Dietrich and taking in the other man’s reaction.

Dietrich also seemed affected by the new arrival’s presence, but unlike Fritz, he did manage to get moving. He got off the couch and extended his hand. “Greetings. I’m Dietrich Dupont, and this is my mate, Fritz Bauer.”

A barely there smile fleeted on the stranger’s lips. “I know. I’m Wolfram Rozenstadt. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

Fritz finally managed to make his brain work. “So you are the leader of the werewolves?” When he saw Sebastian throw him a pointed look, he amended his question. “That is, spirit wolves.”

“Indeed,” Wolfram replied. “I’m the Magistrate.”

“Someone had a sense of humor when they named you, didn’t they?” Dietrich said. He must’ve realized his rudeness because he closed his mouth then opened it again, obviously meaning to apologize.

The man chuckled. “Perhaps,” he answered. “At least they didn’t name me Adolf.”

Wolfram’s laughter was infectious, and for the first time, Fritz began to feel more relaxed. “It’s a great name,” he said at last. “I’m honored to meet you.”

His words drew Wolfram’s attention toward him. “So am I,” he answered. Was it Fritz’s impression or did the man’s eyes briefly flash with arousal? No, it couldn’t be.

He groaned to himself and focused on controlling his libido. There were too many things he needed to figure out before he could

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surrender to his emotions. Wolfram seemed to agree. “Please, sit.

There is much we need to discuss.”

“My Lord, before we begin, we found out something of importance,” Marcus piped in. “A feral seems to be stalking Mr.

Bauer.”

Wolfram’s casual stance melted. “A feral?” he whispered almost inaudibly. The low tone didn’t disguise the anger in his voice.

“Who?”

“Fritz’s former boyfriend, as it seems,” Dietrich replied. His voice could have frozen molten lava, and it made Fritz wince. It didn’t help that Wolfram’s gaze fell on him once again, deep and piercing.

“Oh?” he asked.

The one word held as much chill as Dietrich’s entire phrase. Fritz took a deep breath. He imagined this was what a cornered animal felt like when it had no way out, and pushed aside his foolish musings.

“Look,” he said. “Joseph and I were an item a year ago. He always acted mysteriously, and I suspected he could be involved in some illegal business, but we broke up and I didn’t give it more thought. I don’t even know what a feral is. I’m guessing he is like you? Who are you people anyway? I don’t understand anything anymore.”

“I’m not sure how much you’ve been told, but basically, we are shape-shifters.” Wolfram replied. “Ferals can also shift into wolves, but they have no control over their animal parts. Their souls become corrupted, and they prey on humans for pleasure. Some of them are spirit wolves who lose their grip on their beast. They spread a virus through their bite, and the infected humans also become ferals.” His expression became odd, thoughtful, and somehow pained. “I don’t know through what miracle Joseph didn’t turn you, as well.”

“So I am feral, too?” Dietrich asked.

Wolfram shook his head. “Not yet.” He crossed the room and took Dietrich’s hand. Fritz watched in awe as a dim light glowed from where the skin of the two men made contact.

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When they broke apart, Wolfram spoke once again. “But you are on the edge. You need to learn how to accept and control your power as soon as possible.”

Dietrich took a few steps back, looking visibly shaken. He no longer seemed hostile in any way. “Can you help me?”

“Fritz and I will help you. Together.”

The click of the door closing signaled Marcus and Sebastian’s departure. Apparently, Wolfram’s words had been some sort of signal for the two spirit wolves. Or perhaps they meant to scout the area for Joseph or any other feral. Either way, Fritz couldn’t deny he felt relieved. A sense of contentment, comfort, and lazy arousal filled him. Dietrich sat back down on the couch, and Fritz joined him.

Clearly, this wouldn’t be easy, at least not if he judged by Dietrich’s two outbursts.

“All right,” Wolfram said in a soothing voice. “Now lie down and relax.”

Dietrich looked doubtful but obeyed. He leaned against Fritz and closed his eyes. Wolfram took Dietrich’s hand once more and met Fritz’s eyes. Time stopped, and to Fritz it seemed that he could hear Wolfram’s voice in his head. Help Dietrich. Together.

* * * *

Wolfram almost couldn’t believe it. He’d gotten here in time.

He’d reached his mates. There was so much he wanted to do and to say, but the urgency lay elsewhere. The beast inside Dietrich struggled to break free, and at this point, Wolfram needed to keep his mind straight and clear to help his mate.

Even if Fritz and Dietrich didn’t know the truth about their connection, they still went with it and relaxed. Wolfram allowed his powers to flow into Dietrich’s body, reaching out to the caged wolf beneath the surface.

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As far as he could tell, Dietrich hated his wolf. He’d tried to suppress the beast, and for that reason, didn’t have any control over it.

Fritz’s presence made things more complicated, arousing the wolf, making it strain against the binding Dietrich set.

It wasn’t easy to move around Dietrich’s magic. There seemed to be different energies steaming inside the other man, beyond those of a spirit wolf. But Wolfram had the experience of ages, and he’d helped many of his people before keep control of their beasts. Their connection clicked into place almost instantly, and their minds linked, allowing Wolfram free rein. The energetic bond extended into Fritz as well, and they found themselves in an ethereal plane, their souls reaching out to each other.

“What’s going on?” Fritz asked, his voice echoing wildly around them.

Dietrich looked just as puzzled. “Is this my mind?”

“Something like that,” Wolfram replied. “Through my powers, we can slip into the astral plane and connect with the wolf within you.

You have to learn how to feel it, tame it through your heart and soul, not force it back.”

A light flashed in front of them, and a black wolf emerged from an opening portal. It looked a bit confused, then, as its eyes fell on Wolfram and Fritz, approached in enthusiasm. It didn’t look so happy when it saw Dietrich. If anything, its expression turned cautious, almost hostile. It even bared its teeth and growled a bit, although it kept its distance.

Dietrich winced at the wolf’s reaction. Wolfram pressed his hand to his mate’s shoulder. “Worry not,” he whispered. “We can deal with this.”

He took Dietrich’s hand and pulled the other man closer to the wolf. Fritz followed behind them, until they reached the animal’s side.

The wolf silently watched them without giving any sign of distress.

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fingers passed over the black silky fur. Fritz did the same, and the wolf let out a low grumble of pleasure.

Wolfram beckoned Dietrich closer and gestured for his mate to approach the beast. The other man didn’t seem convinced, but his eyes shone with clear longing. “Go on,” Wolfram said. “It’s fine.”

Dietrich joined them next to the wolf. At first reluctant, the animal gently stepped forward and nudged its master with its snout. After a few moments of hesitance, Dietrich pressed his face into the wolf’s fur.

Wolfram didn’t know how long they just sat there like that. Time had no meaning in the astral plane. Finally, the wolf began to glow.

Wolfram got up and stepped away, taking Fritz with him. The shine became so intense it would have hurt Wolfram’s eyes had this taken place in real life. Dimly, he caught sight of the beast dissipating into millions of fragments and slipping into Dietrich.

When the light died out, Wolfram went to his mate. Dietrich was breathing hard, but leaned into his caress. “Thank you,” he said in a choked voice. “Thank you so much. I had no idea.”

“It’s all right,” Wolfram replied. “Everybody makes mistakes.

You still have a lot to learn, but you’ll find out everything in time.”

Dietrich lifted his eyes and gave Wolfram a penetrating look. “I don’t want to make any more mistakes, so I’ll ask outright. Are you my mate or is Fritz?”

Wolfram didn’t know how to reply. He took a deep breath and allowed his powers to lead them out of the astral plane. He opened his eyes to the sight of the Trier hotel room. His mates seemed confused and lost, but Dietrich’s gaze soon cleared. He was waiting for an answer, and Wolfram owed him, and Fritz, that much. “We are both your mates, Dietrich,” he replied, “just like you and Fritz are mine.”

“Please, back up,” Fritz piped in. “I don’t understand anything anymore. What’s a mate? Is it like with wolves in the wild?”

“In a way, only it seems some of us can have more than one mate.” Wolfram sighed. He himself no longer grasped the true

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essence of the mating concept. For a long time, he’d thought mating with humans would be impossible, but already, he’d seen two examples that refuted this belief. “It’s very complicated, more so when it involves humans. We claim our mates through a bite, but at the same time, this bite transmits the feral virus I was talking about earlier, driving humans insane.”

Both Fritz and Dietrich gaped at him. “So how is this possible, then?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know myself. We’re still studying things, analyzing possibilities. But in the past few years, I’ve seen several spirit wolves mate a human in a three-way bond. It seems to circumvent and defeat the virus.”

His mates didn’t speak. Wolfram knew it would be a lot to take in, especially for Fritz. “Do you want me to give you a moment alone?”

he asked.

Fritz shook his head. “Sit down. I’ll get us some beer, and we can unwind a bit. If you go, we’ll never get to know each other. I hope Marcus and Sebastian won’t mind.”

Wolfram smiled to himself as Fritz proceeded to scan the small kitchen of the hotel room. Perhaps this wasn’t so hopeless after all.

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Chapter Five

A few hours later, Dietrich suggested they go out for a walk around Trier. He was sick of hotel rooms, and he wanted to acquaint himself with the little town once more. Wolfram wanted to look around for Fritz’s ex a bit, and Fritz seemed pensive. The human had called in sick, so they couldn’t wander about for too long, but Dietrich would enjoy the moment while it lasted.

So far, he hadn’t managed to visit the place where his home used to stand. His heart ached at the thought, and with so many things going on, he’d pushed it aside. Perhaps his mates could help him.

He’d spent far too long fearing this, and sharing it with Wolfram and Fritz might ease the burden on his heart.

He already felt much better, with the wolf no longer howling in anger within him. For the first time in his life, he was at peace. Sure, confusion still whirled inside of him, mostly rotating around his mates. But he trusted, in time, that might change.

His steps led him in the direction of the cottage—or rather, where the cottage had been. Fritz and Wolfram didn’t question him. They walked behind him, chatting, laughing together. Well, Fritz laughed, something that made Dietrich a bit more optimistic about the entire thing. His appearance in Fritz’s life had shaken the human greatly, and it was a testament to Fritz’s strength that the other man didn’t choose to run and hide.

Wolfram just smiled in his mysterious, reserved way. Dietrich supposed an important man didn’t give up his composure easily. He couldn’t help but wonder how Wolfram was when he did lose control.

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with Dietrich and Fritz involved. He shook himself, but his mate must have somehow caught onto the thought. His eyes were hot, and Dietrich could smell the scent of arousal gravitating around them.

Grinning, Dietrich made a mental note to explore all possibilities later. First, he had to share this with his mates. He couldn’t explain the compelling urge to do so, but sometimes, in life, one just needed to go with the flow and follow his instinct.

Trier had, indeed, changed a lot since Dietrich’s last time here, but he still found his former home with ease. Unsurprisingly, a different building stood in its place, a two-story residence. Dietrich stared at it, the walls melting under his eyes, the structure turning into a smaller, old cottage. He could almost see his mother coming out the door, meeting him when he came home from playing in the river. “You’ll get a cold,” she’d say. Of course, he never did. His abilities—whether from the spirit wolf side of the family or the inherited magic—kept him safe from most illnesses and injuries. But Aarika still liked to fuss over him, and Dietrich liked to let her.

“I used to live here with my mother,” he told his mates.

“Where is she now?” Fritz asked.

“She died. I don’t have any other family.” The memory didn’t hurt so much, not when he spoke of it to his mates. “I think my father was killed by the ferals, although I can’t be sure.”

“I’m sorry,” Fritz whispered. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s okay. It was a long time ago. What about you?”

Fritz shrugged. “My parents and I aren’t very close. They live in Berlin now. I visit occasionally, but other than that, we don’t speak much.” He paused. “You know, it’s strange. The family living here has owned the house for as long as I can remember.”

Wolfram smiled. “Many years ago has a different meaning for spirit wolves, Fritz.”

Dietrich nodded. “To give you a clue, my mother and I were chased out of town during the witch trials.”

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Fritz didn’t reply for a few moments. When he finally spoke, his voice trembled a little. “T–The Trier witch trials? But they were four hundred years ago.”

“Four hundred thirty, to be more exact,” Dietrich amended. “Yes, I am quite old, although Wolfram is probably older.”

“I should take offense, but it is true. I’ve been around for over six hundred years now.”

Fritz’s eyes went from him to Wolfram in dismay. It seemed to Dietrich his mate was finally processing some of what happened in the past twenty-four hours or so. It couldn’t be easy, and even if, sometimes, Fritz seemed to forget about it, comprehension must be slowly dawning.

“Maybe we should go rest for a while,” Wolfram suggested. “It’s been a taxing day, for everyone.”

Fritz nodded, still looking a bit dazed. “We can reach my place on foot from here.”

They made their way to Fritz’s little apartment. Dietrich had a flashback of coming here just the day before. Mixed emotions coursed through him, arousal and apprehension both fighting to take hold of him. The blowjob from Fritz rocked his world, but at the same time, remembering his aggression toward his mate frightened him.

Things would be different now, though. Perhaps he didn’t have complete control over the wolf, but neither was the beast savage, like before. In case anything happened, Wolfram would be here to keep Fritz safe.

Fritz unlocked the door and led them both inside. He dropped the keys on a little table and plopped down on the couch. “One thing is for sure, your lives are certainly eventful.”

“Stressful is more like it,” Wolfram replied. He smiled, but Dietrich could hear the slight strain in his voice.

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his mother’s death. Did Wolfram have someone, or did he spend all these years alone?

“Is there someone else in your life, someone special?” he asked.

He wondered if spirit wolves could even fall in love with someone other than their mates. “A family?”

Wolfram looked surprised. “Not like you mean, no. I have a good friend. His name is Klaus. I’d like to introduce him to you one day.

He’s been my support all throughout these years.”

Dietrich read something more in Wolfram’s words. This Klaus must have been Wolfram’s lover at one point. He kept his mouth shut, however. He should be thankful his mate hadn’t been alone.

If only Dietrich had not closed his heart to his wolf. He suspected he’d have found Wolfram much sooner. He should have been next to Wolfram, helping his mate through his duties. He’d let fear and hatred rule, and lost so much because of it.

He wondered why his mother always told him to keep the wolf in check. Perhaps she’d feared he would turn feral. He doubted she’d known all the details Wolfram had given him. Either way, it didn’t matter anymore. Dietrich vowed to never let his mates be alone, ever again.

Wolfram smiled tightly. “I want you to know nothing is compulsory here. If you want to be alone together, I don’t have any problem with it. Or, we could take things as slow as you’d like.”

Dietrich didn’t like the sound of that. He realized he’d been so caught up in his own emotions he’d completely missed Wolfram’s.

He shared a look with Fritz and saw the same realization in the human’s eyes. Wolfram held an entire nation on his shoulders and juggled so many responsibilities. No wonder his hair had become just a bit gray. Such an existence would tire anyone.

“None of that,” Fritz replied. His voice held no hesitation or confusion now. “I thought we established we’d get to know each other together.”

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Wolfram opened his mouth to protest, but Fritz got off the couch and crossed the distance between them. He pressed his mouth to Wolfram’s, shutting the other man up. Dietrich didn’t move a muscle, just watching his two mates kiss. His cock hardened instantly, the sexy display awakening all his carnal instincts.

He could see the tension flow out of Wolfram, and to a certain extent, he could feel it. Wolfram and Fritz held onto their lip-lock for quite some time, while Dietrich burned to join them. He watched their tongues duel, their bodies rub against each other, and wanted nothing more than to touch them as well.

As if guessing his thoughts, his two mates broke apart. Fritz gave him a come-hither look, and Dietrich’s body began to work once again. Fritz pulled Wolfram back in the direction of what Dietrich guessed was the bedroom. Drawn like a moth to a flame, Dietrich followed. He reached the room just as Fritz pushed Wolfram on the bed. A mere look from their human mate convinced Dietrich to join Wolfram, his body ablaze with lust.

“I’m not sure how this is going to work,” Fritz said.”I’m really not. But I want to understand, and I want to be with you.”

His voice sounded certain, but his hands trembled a bit as they worked the buttons of his shirt, betraying his nervousness. Still, Dietrich gave his mate time. He loved to see Fritz disrobe for him, the sight so decadent it made his mouth water.

He momentarily lost focus when Wolfram rolled closer to him.

“You have too many clothes on,” the other man whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Dietrich groaned, his body torn between his two gorgeous mates.

In his long years, he’d had sex with both men and women, participated in orgies and experienced his own share of kinks, just to keep his mind busy and off the anxiety in his heart. But never once had he felt such an amazing attraction. One murmur from Wolfram made him tremble like a leaf. He was drunk on his mates, high on the ecstasy of having them close.

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He’d have liked to drive his mates crazy. He’d have wanted to draw this out forever and show them each and every position in the Kama Sutra. But Wolfram took over, and Dietrich surrendered to his wolf mate’s ministrations. Somehow, he managed to help Wolfram take off their clothing. By some unspoken agreement, Fritz rushed to do the same, his motions no longer hesitant, but frantic.

What little patience Dietrich had left evaporated. He crushed his lips to Wolfram’s, tasting the other man for the first time. Oddly, he thought that he could make the distinction between flavors of his two mates. In a distant part of his mind, he heard the bed creak and registered his human’s presence, just a second before Fritz’s warm hand landed on the naked skin of Dietrich’s chest. Fritz tweaked his nipple, making him groan in Wolfram’s mouth. The scrape of his mate’s nails over the tiny bud went straight to his cock, impossibly making him even harder. Wolfram bit his lip, and the sharp pain sizzled over him like a promise.

Dietrich broke apart from his mate, needing to touch back. What little clothing remained flew off, and Dietrich found himself kneeling on the bed, sandwiched between two hard, male bodies. Dietrich swept his hands over all the naked skin, loving the feel of the rippling muscles under his fingertips. He’d barely ended the kiss with Wolfram when Fritz took his mouth. Dietrich gave and devoured in equal measure, the kiss hovering between a battle for dominance and a languorous dance of passion. When it ended, he pushed Wolfram down, and Dietrich climbed into the other wolf’s lap. Wolfram’s erection nudged against his crease, and Fritz’s heat threatened to melt him right then and there.

Sensations coursed through him, and he suddenly ached to feel his mates inside of him. His wolf wanted to surrender, to trust in the embrace of two men who wouldn’t betray him, to let go in a way he’d never been able to.

He rubbed against his mates, making both of them groan.

Wolfram tilted his head to nibble at his neck. Dietrich hissed, aching

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to have his mate’s fangs in flesh. He didn’t even know where that idea came from, since he’d never done it before with a lover, but there it was.

They tortured with him with light, sensual motions, until Dietrich thought he would go mad. At last, the wolf broke free, and he tore himself away from Wolfram. Changing their positions, he pounced on his human mate. Seconds later, he crushed his lips to Fritz’s, barely managing to avoid biting into Fritz’s lip. The other man didn’t seem to mind his aggression. If anything, it made him turn up the heat even further, and he echoed Dietrich’s movements with something akin to desperation.

Wolfram caressed Dietrich’s back, and his wolf mate’s touch made him shudder and lose focus. When Wolfram separated his ass cheeks and rubbed a dry finger over his hole, Dietrich pushed back, wordlessly begging for invasion. “Lube,” Wolfram said. “Where?”

Dietrich broke the kiss with Fritz, giving his human enough time to answer. “Night table,” Fritz replied, panting.

Wolfram’s hands disappeared and returned in maybe a few seconds, but Dietrich still felt their absence. A trickle of lube slipped down the crack of his ass. Fritz took advantage of the moment to slip from under him and position Dietrich on all fours. Fritz’s cock bobbed in front of him, and Dietrich’s mouth watered at the sight.

He gazed up at Fritz, growling, “Come on. Fuck my face.”

Fritz didn’t hesitate a single second. He fed his prick into Dietrich’s mouth. Dietrich gladly parted his lips and took the hard shaft in his mouth. The moment his mate’s flavor exploded on his taste buds, his brain switched off, turning into pure instinct.

Everything else disappeared but the need to be one with his mates.

Fear became a recollection so distant he couldn’t be bothered to care about it.

Fritz tasted intoxicating, the spicy and sweet flavor better than anything Dietrich ever experienced in his life. He bobbed his head up

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and down the thick shaft, loving the weight of it on his tongue. It was his turn to tease and torture, his turn to devour Fritz whole.

A finger invaded Dietrich’s backside, making him tense in surprise. He wanted this, yes, but he hadn’t taken anyone inside of him in forever. In fact, he’d never acquired a taste for being at the receiving end of things with another man, and it surprised him that he wanted to do so now. Wolfram caressed his hip, and Fritz’s hand eased into his hair, and all the misgivings vanished, melting into pure passion.

Dietrich struggled to focus on the cock in his mouth. It wasn’t easy with Wolfram finger-fucking him, but he found help in the desire to taste his mate and the ingrained discipline of so many years of keeping control over his wolf. He wanted them all to experience this ecstasy, to feel the pleasure he did.

A second finger joined the first inside him, while Dietrich licked and sucked at Fritz’s dick. At first, both Fritz and Wolfram kept their motions gentle. Wolfram prepared Dietrich’s body with almost excruciating slowness, while Fritz allowed Dietrich to do whatever he wanted, visibly restraining himself.

When his wolf mate’s fingers rubbed his prostate, Dietrich growled, the gentleness no longer enough. He wanted to be fucked, and he wanted it now. Behind him, Wolfram let out a low chuckle.

“Eager, aren’t we?”

Dietrich would’ve been pissed, but he heard the strain in Wolfram’s voice and knew his mate wanted this just as much as he did. Wolfram’s fingers left Dietrich’s body, and a few seconds of pained anticipation followed. He waited until, at last, his wolf mate’s cock nudged at his entrance.

Slowly, Wolfram pushed inside, the burn of the stretch both delicious and painful. Dietrich had seen Wolfram’s impressive cock.

He might’ve doubted his ability to take it, but he knew they were mates. Their bodies, like their souls, were made for each other.

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Fritz moved back, allowing Dietrich to focus on taking their mate inside him. Dietrich glared up at Fritz at being denied his prize, and their little silent conflict effectively distracted him from experiencing any pain.

At last, Dietrich felt his mate’s balls flush against his ass. “Okay?”

Wolfram asked.

Dietrich just nodded. He didn’t think he could speak, and he had other, better, uses for his mouth anyway.

Fritz didn’t make him wait any longer. He gave Dietrich what he wanted, pushing his cock into Dietrich’s mouth once again. The two men started a shallow rhythm, penetrating Dietrich from both sides, making him want to scream in both pleasure and frustration. He tightened his ass around Wolfram’s cock and growled a little around Fritz’s dick, letting them both know he wanted more. It wouldn’t take much to convince them, he knew. He could feel his mates’ heavy arousal, in the scents swirling around him, in the taste and fullness invading his body, threatening to break loose like a river barely being kept in check by a cracking dam.

In a mere instant, the gentleness burst into something entirely different, a unleashing of instinct that wiped away any barrier Dietrich might have intended to keep. The pace increased, his mates thrusting into him harder, faster, deeper.

Stars flashed into his vision when Wolfram’s cock hit his special spot. He tried to thrust back against it and keep sucking on the cock in his mouth. Wolfram’s hold on his hip tightened to the extent of pain, but it only complimented the pleasure he felt. Dietrich had been correct in one thing. When Wolfram lost control, he was a volcano of passion. Not that Fritz disappointed in any way. In fact, if he didn’t know better, Dietrich would have thought their human was a spirit wolf. He kept the rhythm with Wolfram at a speed that shouldn’t have been possible for a normal person. Dietrich knew his jaw and ass would both hurt like hell, and he didn’t mind at all.

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Soon, the world diminished completely into a universe of sensation. Being possessed, branded by his mates, went beyond the carnal and into the spiritual. Already, Dietrich could feel the bond between them strengthen. Wolfram’s energies flowed through him and into Fritz. Dietrich’s own wolf reveled in it, in being granted the most precious gift at all, that of his mates.

There was one more thing missing, one last thing he needed. The image of Wolfram biting him flashed through his mind yet again, and this time, it found echo in reality.

With a hard thrust inside him, Wolfram embedded his fangs in Dietrich’s neck. The piercing pain combined with agonizing pleasure surpassed anything Dietrich ever expected. He felt their connection click into place, stronger than ever. He could sense Wolfram’s emotions as well, the gratitude and affection of the other man humbling him, at the same time as the lust made him lose what little control he’d preserved. He found his peak, his scream muffled by the cock in his mouth. Wolfram’s climax swept over him, and he felt it physically, a wave of heat bathing his insides, and spiritually, through their bond. Just when Dietrich thought it couldn’t get any better, Fritz came as well, sending his seed down Dietrich’s throat. It was too much. Dietrich’s mind shut down, and for a minute, he just floated into unconsciousness, too overcome by sensations.

He’d never have thought intimacy could be like this. He’d always pushed away his wolf, fearing its power. Now, when he’d released it, he’d found two gorgeous men who lavished him with affection. He was free and loved. What more could he want from life?

When he recovered at last, he saw he’d somehow ended up lying on Fritz’s bed, with his human mate spooning him and Wolfram next to Fritz. They still had so much to talk about, so much to figure out, but that would have to wait. He closed his eyes and surrendered to exhaustion and relaxation. Dimly, he caught a whispered “Ich liebe dich” in his ear, and he smiled as he fell into deep sleep.

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Chapter Six

The dream began just like before. He was lost in perpetual night, with immaterial hands holding him down, keeping him trapped. Even with the darkness, he could see the images of all the men he’d let down, all the spirit wolves he’d lost to death and his own inability to lead. Their souls and the souls of many others screeched at him, laughing. “You won’t ever be rid of us,” they said. “You cannot escape.”

And then, the shadow appeared, morphing into the huge wolf he was so familiar with. This time, the dream changed, and the darkness dissipated into the image of a church. It might have looked like a generic image for some, but Wolfram recognized it as the Dom St.

Peter, the oldest church in Trier and in Germany. The wolf turned as well, his image blurring and shifting until a dark-haired man stood there instead of the animal. He smirked at Wolfram. “It’s very nice to meet you, Magistrate.” His voice, while pleasant, held the same viciousness its animal counterpart showed. “Wouldn’t you like to play with me?”

The flashes of motionless spirit wolves appeared once again, but this time, they showed different images. Instead of the dead soldiers Wolfram remembered from his many days, he saw Marcus and Sebastian, bloody and still, but breathing. “Come on, Magistrate,” the man taunted. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint your people, would you?”

“Who are you?” Wolfram shouted. “What do you want?”

The other wolf—or rather, the feral—laughed. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

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The church began to fade, and Wolfram fell back into the darkness. He seemed lost, unable to find his way out of the void. He screamed, but he couldn’t even hear his own voice.

But within him, he felt something else, something that hadn’t been there in the past. The connection with Dietrich shone bright and clear, and through it, he felt his mates’ affection, reaching out to him. Once, Klaus’s voice pulled him out of his nightmares. Now, the love of his two men did so, and he awoke, opening his eyes to the sight of Fritz looming above him. “Are you all right?” the human asked in concern.

Wolfram nodded. His mates’ presence made the panic dwindle and gave him the ability to focus. “He has Sebastian and Marcus.”

“Who?” Fritz inquired. “Joseph?”

“It’s quite possible, yes,” Wolfram replied. He had no idea who this Joseph person could be and how he’d eluded Wolfram’s grasp so far. Usually, Wolfram could sense the spirit manifestations of his kind, ferals included, and this ability helped him detect the general location of their foes. But with Joseph, he’d never once seen any clue of the other man’s identity, hiding spot, or allies. He feared this feral would not be like the ones before, but much stronger.

Wolfram got out of bed and cast aside his apprehension. It didn’t matter. He couldn’t leave his men to die at the hands of the feral.

“Where are you going?” Dietrich asked.

“After him, of course,” Wolfram answered calmly as he dressed.

He could tell his mates would protest.

Just like he’d guessed, Fritz frowned at him. “Do you even know where he is?”

Wolfram didn’t want to lie, so he said nothing. He preferred to keep Joseph’s location a secret from Fritz. The human had no business being involved in this. If Sebastian and Marcus were correct, Joseph wanted Fritz, and Wolfram would die before he allowed that to happen.

He turned toward his second mate. “Dietrich, you stay with Fritz.

It’s not safe for him to be alone.”

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“I’m not a fucking damsel in distress,” Fritz fumed. “I can take care of myself.”

Wolfram didn’t doubt his mate’s words were true in normal circumstances. A man with Fritz’s build would have no trouble dealing with usual troublemakers. Even so, in the world of the spirit wolves, Fritz remained vulnerable. “I know that, but you’re not a wolf, Fritz. You can’t win against them.”

Fritz gritted his teeth and looked away. Wolfram shared another look with Dietrich and then left the room. Dietrich followed him up to the exit of the apartment. “Take care of yourself,” he said.

“You, too, Dietrich. Always stay at Fritz’s side.”

Dietrich nodded wordlessly and after one final embrace, Wolfram slipped outside and into the night. He retrieved his cell phone and speed-dialed Klaus. He knew his reinforcements shouldn’t be too far behind, but the delay concerned him. Could something have happened to the guards Klaus was supposed to send?

“My Lord, you’re all right,” Klaus said in place of a greeting. “I was so worried when I didn’t receive word from the men.”

“They never got here, Klaus,” Wolfram replied. “Something’s amiss. There’s a feral hunting us, and he has Sebastian and Marcus.”

The decision in his voice must have tipped Klaus off. “My Lord…

You can’t be planning to face him alone. It’s too—”

Wolfram interrupted Klaus before the man could say anything else. He’d taken this decision, ignoring Grant Hart’s offer for help. He could do this. He was the Magistrate, and his people relied on him.

“I’ll be fine. Look into the location of the men.”

He snapped his phone shut and put it in his jacket. His thoughts already on the battle to come, he headed toward the cathedral.

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As Dietrich led Wolfram out, Fritz fumed to himself. His mates were dreaming if they thought they could keep him sheltered here in the apartment while Wolfram went out to face Joseph on his own.

Fritz knew Joseph didn’t play fair. The man surrounded himself with all sorts of dubious individuals and used them for his own purposes. When Fritz first figured out Joseph’s nature, he’d broken things off. Joseph hadn’t taken rejection lightly, and the ensuing fight gave Fritz a measure of what Joseph could do. Sure, Wolfram would be a match for Joseph’s strength, but God only knew how many others the feral would bring into this.

But this time, werewolf or not, Joseph would not win. Fritz wouldn’t allow it. He pulled on a pair of jeans and then opened his wardrobe. The very last drawer held a hidden box, something Fritz didn’t even look at any more. Fritz retrieved the box and removed the lid.

The weapon was old now, but it looked just like the day when Fritz received it as an heirloom. His grandfather left it to him, a relic dating from Nazi Germany and World War Two. Fritz didn’t like weapons much, but he couldn’t have grown up as a Bauer and not know how to use a gun.

Technically speaking, he shouldn’t have kept it. He didn’t have a license for it, but he’d never once thought he’d have to resort to it.

After all, the MP 40 had been meant for war zones, not the small town of Trier where few things ever happened. However, he needed it now.

A war was taking place, yes, between the spirit wolves and the ferals.

Fritz had chosen his side, and he would fight using this weapon, redeeming it from its sins.

Ammo for the submachine gun wasn’t exactly difficult to find, and Fritz had kept bullets close in hand, just in case. Taking a deep breath, he retrieved it from its case. It was said that guns were a coward’s weapon, but sometimes, one just needed to even the odds somehow. If he couldn’t help Wolfram with his fists, he’d do so with bullets.

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He cleaned the gun thoroughly, ensuring it would be safe for use.

Dietrich reentered the room just as Fritz readied himself to load it.

“What in the world are you doing?”

“Preparing for battle, of course,” Fritz replied. “I trust you’ll be able to find Wolfram.”

Dietrich nodded, but glowered at him. “It’s not safe for you.”

Fritz snorted. “I’m a grown man. I’m not going to cower behind you.” He finished loading the gun and pointed it at his mate. He didn’t intend to shoot, of course, but he just wanted to show he meant business. “Now, are you going to help, or do intend to make things difficult?”

Dietrich sighed. “Okay. We’re going after Wolfram. But you stay behind me and don’t do anything rash, all right? I’m not even sure that thing will help.”

“It’s a machine gun,” Wolfram pointed out. “Of course it will help.”

“Spirit wolves aren’t as vulnerable to guns as humans,” Dietrich explained. “I may not know much about us, but I have been shot before. It was unpleasant, but not so dangerous.”

Fritz gaped at his mate, but quickly recovered. “Even if it doesn’t kill them, it’ll slow them down.” Or so he told himself. He needed to trust their chance because otherwise, he’d lose his nerve.

“So you think Joseph has others with him?” his mate asked.

“I’m sure of it. Joseph doesn’t know the meaning of fair play.”

Dietrich looked glum and hesitant. Clearly, he didn’t want to draw Fritz into an unstable, dangerous situation, but neither could they leave Wolfram alone.

Fritz offered him a smile he did not feel. “Come on. We can’t be late for the party.” He didn’t say it outright, but he pleaded with Dietrich to push his doubt aside. Fritz was part of this, too. After all, Joseph had been his boyfriend once.

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In the end, Dietrich didn’t protest further. They finished dressing and left Fritz’s apartment. Fritz followed after Dietrich in silence, the gun a comforting weight in his pocket.

Trier’s largest churches loomed ahead. Dietrich nodded toward them. “Wolfram is that way,” he whispered.

As they approached the imposing structures, a weird sensation trickled over Fritz’s spine. He felt as if they were being watched, and the eerie silence seemed heavy, filled with a sort of ghostly tension.

There was no one around, a fact that surprised Fritz. Even in the dead of night, Trier remained in many ways a tourist attraction, and there were always young people around on the streets, perhaps not very numerous, but in significant numbers nevertheless. The emptiness now characterizing the main Trier streets reminded him of a cemetery, not of a beautiful German town.

The door to the Dom St. Peter was cracked open. Many times, Fritz had come here to find solace and comfort, but now, it seemed dark and hostile. Still, he knew his mate would be somewhere in the church, and he wouldn’t allow fear to deter him from his quest.

Dietrich growled lowly in his throat, reminding him to remain on alert at all times.

Together, they snuck inside, knowing stealth was most likely wasted on the occasion. Fritz would bet money Joseph already sensed their presence. Even a year back, during their relationship, the man had always known Fritz’s location and plans. Joseph’s paranormal nature explained it all. But in spite of this knowledge, something told Fritz to move forward, strengthening his conviction and resolve. Fritz shared a look with Dietrich and offered him a small smile. They could do this.

Taking a deep breath, Fritz advanced through the church. At first, everything remained deathly still, but then a loud howl sounded. The body of a black wolf came crashing through the wooden banister above the altar, sending splinters of the beautiful craftsmanship flying all over the place. Strikingly, the wolf landed on four paws, much like

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a feline would have. Another animal appeared, also black, but somehow different. Fritz immediately made the difference between the two. The first beast—Wolfram—was noble and beautiful, its fur glossy and shining. The second wolf irradiated evil, the same dark fur that looked so amazing on Wolfram turning into something entirely different. It almost seemed like Joseph created a black hole in the middle of Trier, sucking the life out of everything.

Obviously sure of his advantage, Joseph turned back into human form. “Well, well. Looks like we have company. So nice of you to visit, my dear Fritz. And look who we have here. Long time no see, Dietrich.”

For the first time, Fritz acknowledged the shock coming from Dietrich. When he spoke, the one word he uttered shocked Fritz beyond belief. “Father?”

Father? What the fuck? For a few moments, Fritz thought he’d heard wrong. Then, Joseph smiled, although Fritz detected a dark intent behind the falsely pleasant expression. “Hello, son. I’ve been waiting for you to join us for quite a while now.”

Fritz didn’t know what to say or do. Things like this didn’t happen in real life. Judging by Dietrich’s reaction and what he’d told them earlier, his father should be dead, not running around attacking innocent people.

Dietrich recovered faster than Fritz. “What the fuck is going on?

What in the world do you think you’re doing?”

“Oh come now, don’t pretend.” Joseph chuckled. “You understand perfectly. I admit I never expected you to withstand the wolf for so long. Aarika taught you well. I should have killed her when I had the chance.”

Dietrich snarled viciously. “She was right. You did die. You’re not my father. You’re a monster.”

“Oh, yes, the monster who fucked your mate. How does it feel to know that?”

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The insult shed a bucket of cold water over Fritz. He sneered at Joseph. “Go fuck yourself. I only ever paid you any attention because you looked like Dietrich.” It was, in fact, the truth. Fritz never understood what drew him to Joseph in the first place, but he now realized that, in many ways, Dietrich looked like his father. He’d have never made the connection because they were so different in general, but Dietrich inherited several of Joseph’s physical traits.

Oddly, the jab seemed to annoy Joseph. His expression twisted, becoming from amused to furious in one single second. “You human whore. I’ll make you pay for that.”

Before Joseph could make good on his threat, Wolfram shot forward once again. Joseph shifted and their bodies collided in midair.

For a few moments, Fritz remained motionless, in shock. When four more ferals appeared, he snapped out of it and retrieved his gun.

Dietrich melted into his wolf form as well and attacked the approaching beasts. Fritz stuck to the back of the church and unleashed a rain of bullets over the ferals, careful not to hurt his mate in the process.

He realized two things as he did so. First of all, Dietrich had been right about human weapons not having too much of an effect on shape shifters. Secondly, the ferals did slow down, just like Fritz had hoped, but their attention turned to Fritz. He found himself in the unpleasant situation of being hunted by several of the animals.

The gun wouldn’t hold them back forever, he realized. He needed something else. What could he use against werewolves? Silver! It always worked in the movies. Perhaps it could work now. He didn’t have anything to lose anyway.

The cathedral held a beautiful museum of religious relics housed in a small room built onto the south side. Usually, it would be held under tight security, but as far as he could tell, the museum entrance didn’t have any guards now. Decision made, he ran toward the museum entrance. Unfortunately, the wolves didn’t give him time to

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make it out. One of them lunged at him, and its weight landed on Fritz, sending him crashing to the ground.

Fritz managed to push back its assault. It snapped its jaws at him, its foul breath surrounding Fritz. Adrenaline coursed through him and he stuck his gun straight into its mouth and shot. The wolf recoiled and went limp. Apparently, bullets didn’t need to be silver after all when they reached the brain. Who knew?

Fritz pushed the heavy corpse aside, grimacing at the blood that now covered his clothing and stuck to his skin. His every muscle ached, but he got up and stole a look around, only to see the other two wolves circling around him.

A more distant growl drew his attention and he stole a look toward his mates. Another wolf emerged from the upper end of the cathedral. At first, Fritz didn’t know if it was hostile or not, but then, the animal attacked one of his foes, howling fiercely. Fritz spotted wounds gracing the wolf’s side and figured out it must be either Marcus or Sebastian, but he didn’t have time to worry about others.

As the two beasts fought, the last wolf attacked Fritz. Fritz tried to shoot it, but he found in dismay he’d run out of bullets. The wolf fell on top of him this time, making them crash into a heavy, wooden bench. Pain coursed through Fritz, but he somehow managed to hit the wolf across the snout with the barrel of the gun. It hesitated briefly, but didn’t cease its relentless assault. It tried to tear into Fritz's neck, but Fritz held it off, sticking the weapon between its snapping jaws. Unfortunately, the creature was stronger than him. Finally, the gun flew out of Fritz’s hand. The next thing he knew, fangs tore into the flesh of his shoulder, missing the vulnerable vein of his throat by mere inches. Fritz tried to pry the wolf off, but it was too heavy, and his vision began to dim. Agony radiated from his wound and into his body, the venom of the feral polluting him, showering him with a rush of infernal heat.

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him, and his mate’s power surrounded him. In spite of the pain, he could focus once again. He recovered just in time to see the wolf that had bitten him fly off him, struck by an unseen force.

To his shock, he realized that at some point Wolfram had changed from his black wolf form into something else, an almost ghostly looking white wolf that irradiated energy. Joseph looked even more monstrous, having grown significantly, his eyes shining with clear malice. Dietrich had defeated his enemy and turned to his normal form. Angry magic swirled around them, lashing out at the ferals.

“You get the fuck away from them!” Dietrich shouted.

Faced with the combined power of Wolfram and Dietrich, Joseph backed down. He leaped onto the altar and through the beautiful windows, making his escape.

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For half a second, Wolfram considered following after Joseph.

The man had proven he was extremely dangerous, more dangerous than any feral Wolfram ever encountered. In fact, his power rivaled Wolfram’s. But Wolfram had other priorities now, namely his injured mate and subordinates.

He shifted and rushed to Fritz’s side, just as the human struggled to his feet. Fritz’s shoulder looked torn apart, and he almost fell over, but Wolfram caught him just in time. “I’m fine,” Fritz told him, even if it was clearly a lie. “Check on Marcus and Sebastian.”

Dietrich appeared by their side, and Wolfram handed their mate to the other wolf. He felt torn between his duty and his heart, but he couldn’t afford to hesitate. Every second was precious.

Fritz might not know it, but Wolfram had seen Marcus’s injuries before the battle started. He didn’t even know for sure the man would survive. Sebastian seemed to have fared better, and he padded with Wolfram behind the altar, where Marcus’s unconscious body lay.

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Wolfram’s heart fell at the sight of the many wounds covering Marcus. He took a deep breath and sent a prayer to the Spirit Mother.

His age and experience gave him a great control over his powers as a spirit wolf. Even if he couldn’t heal per se, he did have the ability to boost Marcus’s own spiritual essence. He only hoped Marcus would be receptive to the treatment. Sometimes, the wounds warriors received in battle went beyond Wolfram’s aid.

Sebastian turned into his human form and took Marcus’s hand.

Distantly, Wolfram wondered if the two men could be more than friends. To his knowledge, they were not mates. They had not notified him of any mating bond between them as tradition requested. Then again, Sebastian had always been somewhat unusual, always doing things his own way. To a certain extent, Wolfram felt thankful for the clear affection between the two men. It would give Marcus an anchor and prevent him from surrendering the battle.

Wolfram allowed his energies to flow over Marcus, flooding the other man’s soul with his own spirit. He felt Marcus open up to him, sensed Sebastian right there with him, helping Marcus along. Finally, Marcus’s injuries began to mend, and not a moment too soon.

Wolfram started to feel drained, the power he’d used during the battle with Joseph wearing him down.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Marcus had recovered consciousness. Sebastian hugged Marcus’s head, holding him tight.

Wolfram left the men to their reunion, renewed urgency coursing through him. He swooned a bit as weakness assaulted him. Turning into his spiritual form and helping Marcus drained him of his powers.

Wolfram suspected a week ago, before meeting his mates, he might not have been able to do both. The connection helped him, and in his same bond, Wolfram found the strength to steady himself. His human remained injured, bitten by a feral, and Wolfram needed to be by Fritz’s side.

Intellectually, Wolfram knew he could not heal Fritz the way he’d done with Marcus. He understood Marcus might have died if he’d

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waited even a moment. But that didn’t change the guilt he felt over abandoning Fritz to his pain, to the risk of death.

Dietrich had seated Fritz on one of the benches and threw Wolfram a concerned gaze. Fritz didn’t seem worried at all. When Wolfram joined them on the bench, Fritz smiled. His hair clung to his forehead in sweaty clumps and lines of pain creased his face, but at the same time, he looked at peace. “Are they all right?”

Wolfram nodded, swallowing around the knot in his throat. He recalled the time Linden had been severely injured. Back then, the young human’s mates claimed him with a double bite, healing him in the process. According to Andrew Blunt, the double bite could also fight feral venom. Wolfram hadn’t actually witnessed it, but he trusted the doctor. At this point, he didn’t have much choice but to do so anyway.

“We have to bite him,” he told Dietrich.

Dietrich gaped at him. “You can’t be serious. It’ll only make things worse. He needs a doctor.”

Wolfram didn’t have time to explain. He didn’t think he could.

His own doubts weighed on his heart, and Dietrich undoubtedly felt them. Even if they hadn’t claimed Fritz, the two of them were bonded.

To his surprise, Fritz piped in. “It will be fine, Dietrich.” Beads of sweat dewed his forehead, but his eyes were clear, and his voice certain. “I might have trouble accepting this, but you are the best thing that happened to me. I trust you.”

Wolfram hesitated briefly and glanced toward Dietrich. What if the other wolf was right and they’d make things worse? For all accounts, what Wolfram had seen before could be just an anomaly.

And then, a calm, soothing presence invaded his mind, pushing away his misgivings. For the first time, Wolfram acknowledged their location. He might not share a faith with the humans, but the Spirit Mother never abandoned them. She’d guided his steps to Dietrich and Fritz. This was the right thing to do.

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Dietrich seemed to experience the same realization. Of common accord, they leaned over Fritz and positioned their mouths over each side of their mate’s neck. They bit down at the same time. At first, the blood bore the distinct traces of the feral venom. But beneath it, Fritz’s strength lingered, and their mate clung to them, unrelenting, urging them forward. The bond between mates cemented, spiritual energy crackling between their three minds. In that amazing moment, no boundaries existed between them. They were one, their power limitless, their souls melding together for all time.

Fritz’s blood cleared of all corruption, until all that remained was his mate’s delicious flavor. Feelings and sensations flooded him, and the fear diminished, leaving behind only lust and love. He ached to claim Fritz, to bring their bodies together, but he couldn’t.

Wolfram removed his mouth from his mate’s neck and licked the wound. Now was not the moment for such thoughts, not in a church and most definitely not with his mate recovering from a feral bite.

Wolfram still couldn’t be one hundred percent certain the double bite had the desired effect. They’d have to be careful until they made sure Fritz’s injury healed completely.

As Dietrich echoed his actions, their eyes met, and Wolfram saw in them the same relief he felt. He’d have liked to stay with his mates, but he needed to contact Klaus and Doctor Blunt at once to arrange for further treatment for the injured and take care of the ferals who’d been left behind by Joseph. He was still concerned over what had become of the men Klaus originally sent after him.

“Come on,” he told his mates. “We have to get out of here.”

He left Fritz in Dietrich’s hold and scanned the cathedral for the tattered remains of their clothing. He grabbed everything in a bundle and tossed it to Sebastian after making sure everything was there. It wouldn’t do to leave anything behind. As far as he could tell, his cell phone miraculously survived, and it held information that could be very dangerous in the wrong hands.

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Then, he picked up the bodies of the three remaining ferals. Even in his anger, Wolfram had done his best to at least keep the ferals alive, and the only one who'd ended up dead was the one killed by Fritz. Even as he acknowledged the necessity of the battle, Wolfram ached inside, realizing that this death, like many others, was caused by his own inability to help his people.

Wolfram shook himself, knowing he needed to be strong for his mates. He helped Dietrich put the dead body on his shoulder. They couldn’t exactly abandon it there for the humans to find.

Together, they made their way out of the cathedral and headed back to Fritz’s apartment. Once they reached relative safety, Wolfram proceeded to contact Klaus. The man sounded both relieved and glum. So far he hadn’t found out any news of the missing soldiers. He didn’t seem very optimistic either, and Wolfram admitted he felt the same. Joseph must have more ferals at his beck and call. Klaus’s reinforcements could be the reason why there had been only four additional enemies in the church.

“We’re sending more troops now, My Lord,” Klaus finished.

“Stay safe.”

Wolfram thanked his friend and ended the call. By now, Sebastian had taken Marcus to sleep in the bedroom, aided by a much recovered Fritz. The double bite seemed to have worked, and the human moved and prepared the bed for Marcus with striking ease. Wolfram sent another prayer of thanks to the Spirit Mother for helping them see the solution. He vowed that when Joseph reappeared—for, doubtlessly, the feral would return—they would be ready. Never again would Wolfram cower in fear or struggle against nightmares. From now on, his mates would be by his side, and together, they could overcome whatever came their way.

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Chapter Seven

Of common accord, it was decided Dietrich would be the one to keep guard until morning. He’d escaped the confrontation unscathed and had not used as much power as Wolfram. His lover looked like he might fall over any moment now, something that didn’t surprise Dietrich, given all the spiritual energy Wolfram exhausted during and after the battle. Neither of them had been injured severely, but that didn’t mean Joseph couldn’t attack again.

Fritz and Wolfram went to sleep on the couch in the living room, while Sebastian and Marcus took the bedroom. While the others rested, Dietrich considered what he’d learned. It still made Dietrich sick to the stomach to think his own father could become such a monster.

From what Wolfram told him about ferals, Dietrich managed to make some sense of the situation. Joseph must have lost control of the wolf shortly after the departure from Trier, and because of this, he’d never returned. Joseph had been right about one thing, though.

Dietrich now understood why his mother insisted so much on keeping the beast inside him perpetually leashed. In the end, her advice didn’t help. Instead, it just limited his use of both his magic and the wolf. If he’d accepted his abilities, he might’ve been more prepared for the moment when the beast broke free, but of course, she couldn’t have known that. Dietrich was just thankful Wolfram had been there for him in his time of need.

Memories flashed through his mind, of his childhood, the few years he’d lived by his father’s side, here in Trier. He’d admired the man so much and had been awed at his ability to change forms. There

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was nothing left of that man now, nothing left of their family. But Dietrich could build a new one, with his two mates. The bond between them strengthened with each passing moment. He’d never be alone again.

Deep in his musings, Dietrich kept watch all throughout the night, his senses always open even as his mind wandered. At last, just as dawn broke over the Moselle, Dietrich felt a heavy presence approach. It didn’t seem hostile, or familiar, but he couldn’t be certain, not anymore. He admitted he didn’t know what he’d feel when he saw Joseph next.

He got up and decided to notify his mate. As much as he’d have liked to let Wolfram sleep more, the other wolf needed to know.

Before he could do so, Wolfram woke, and through their connection, Dietrich sensed the exact moment when his mate processed what was going on.

Wolfram slipped off the couch and joined Dietrich. He squeezed Dietrich’s shoulder in a comforting gesture. “It’s all right. It’s only Klaus.”

Dietrich admitted he felt a bit apprehensive over the famous Klaus. While he knew Klaus had been Wolfram’s friend and companion for many centuries, this closeness made him jealous.

Wolfram’s smile reassured him. “It’s nice to see you so protective, but you really don’t need to. Klaus is not my mate. You and Fritz are.”

Dietrich acknowledged Wolfram’s words with a nod. A knock sounded at the door. After Wolfram confirmed again it was safe, Dietrich opened it. Outside, a handsome spirit wolf waited, and smiled warmly at Dietrich. “Hello. I am Klaus Fleischer.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Dietrich smiled tightly. “I’m Dietrich. Come in.”

He stepped aside, and Klaus slipped into the apartment. As soon as the man saw Wolfram, he lit up like a proverbial Christmas tree.

“My Lord, I’m so relieved to see you’re all right.”

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“Thank you, Klaus,” Wolfram replied. “What news of the others?”

Klaus’s expression turned dark and foreboding. “I’m afraid they were attacked on the way here. There are many casualties. Those who survived reported a large number of ferals assaulting them.”

“This is very worrisome. Ferals have never grouped together before.” Wolfram sighed. “We’ll have to deal with this issue as soon as possible. For now, this is my mate, Dietrich Dupont.”

Dietrich wouldn’t have thought it possible, but Klaus’s body turned even tenser. “Oh, I didn’t realize,” he said. “Congratulations, My Lord, Mister Dupont.”

“Thank you,” Dietrich murmured.

“Our other mate is currently resting,” Wolfram continued. “You’ll meet him later.”

“It is an honor.” Klaus’s voice sounded odd, as if torn between genuine happiness, confusion, and regret. Perhaps Klaus did not understand what his role would be, now that Dietrich and Fritz were in the picture.

Dietrich took pity on the man. After all, Klaus remained Wolfram’s friend. “The honor is mine. Thank you for being by Wolfram’s side when we could not.”

Klaus looked surprised, but then, the tension began to drain out of him. He nodded, his blue eyes strangely warm. Before they could fall into awkwardness, a sound from the bedroom alerted them that Marcus and Sebastian had awoken. Dietrich followed Wolfram and Klaus to check up on the two men. As he watched his mate and Klaus together, Dietrich knew he’d done the right thing. Like Wolfram said, Dietrich and Fritz were his mates, and as such, they needed to accept and love everyone he did. It wouldn’t be easy, since Dietrich didn’t have any experience befriending people. But a change would do him good, and as much as he hated everything Joseph had done, he felt stronger somehow, ready to take on the world.

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* * * *

Fritz had not left Trier for many years, not since he’d last visited with his parents in Berlin. He considered himself a small town man at heart, and Trier held an air of historical beauty that charmed him. But with his involvement with the spirit wolves, Fritz knew he would no longer be able to live here. Too much had happened. His very perspective on life changed, and the quaint existence he’d loved so much could no longer keep him safe.

Wolfram’s friend and subordinate, Klaus, brought with him ill news and the reinforcements to make the town safe. It was too late, though. Joseph had gone. They all knew it, just like they knew he would be back.

Fritz had a small moment of unsettlement, during which he simply didn’t know what to do. He’d called in sick the previous day, but his bosses would require some sort of explanation regarding his peculiar behavior.

Wolfram must have sensed his uncertainty because he left Klaus to talk to the men and came to sit by his side. “Don’t worry about it.

I’ll arrange for everything to be just as you wish it.”

Fritz sighed. “I’m not even sure what I want, except for being with you and Dietrich.”

Wolfram smiled. “As long as you’re certain of that, it’s enough.

Generally, when a human is introduced to our world, we help him make a clean break with his past.” He hesitated. “Sometimes, it’s a bit brutal. Tell you what, we’ll make up you fell ill and are going to see a specialist in the States. It’s close enough to the truth. You’ll have to talk to your parents and tell them, but I’ll do the rest.”

Fritz winced. He hoped his parents wouldn’t give him any trouble.

They weren’t very close, not since he’d told them he was gay, but still, this could be problematic. He decided to get the conversation over with while his mates were busy with the rest of the arrangements.

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His parents took it better than he’d expected. His mother immediately offered to come with him, but Fritz mentioned his partner would assist him. Once she heard about that, she no longer seemed so zealous. They ended the talk with the promise Fritz would keep in touch with them and give them news of his state. It hurt Fritz his sexuality would be such an issue between them, but he’d grown to accept it. At least they would not be involved with the dangerous world of the spirit wolves. Even so, Fritz made a mental note to have someone keep watch over them. Joseph was unpredictable, and he could take revenge on Fritz’s family.

The thought continued to trouble him all throughout the day. He felt a bit more relieved when he heard Wolfram dispatch some men to Berlin, but he soon began to feel weary, and couldn’t have been more thankful his mates took care of arranging for his permanent leave of absence.

A few hours later, they left Trier by plane. The private jet held all the comforts known to man, or in this case, spirit wolf, so Fritz relaxed and enjoyed the ride. At one point, he must have fallen asleep because he awoke when the plane was landing.

“We’re here,” Wolfram said just as Fritz cracked his eyes open.

“Where exactly is here?” Dietrich asked, verbalizing Fritz’s dilemma. They hadn’t managed to talk about where they would stay.

Fritz just assumed they’d go to wherever Wolfram lived, and had not cared about anything beyond that. Now, however, he found curiosity assaulting him. He peeked out the window and saw a large building that looked like a combination between a pagan temple and a French medieval castle. He couldn’t tell much from just a brief glance, but he began to feel light-headed.

“This is my home,” Wolfram replied. “The Magistrate’s Den.”

They didn’t have time for much conversation after that. The plane landed, and as they disembarked, all manner of staff surrounded them, fussing around Wolfram. It took a while to get used to hearing everyone calling Wolfram “My Lord.” He’d heard Sebastian and

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Marcus say the same thing, but he guessed he didn’t have the time to process it. Basically, Wolfram represented the equivalent of a king.

What did that make Fritz and Dietrich?

Fritz’s mind still spun from the events the day before, but what really took the cake was the moment when he caught sight of Marcus and Sebastian. The two had come with a separate helicopter. Marcus still seemed very weak, and in a lot of pain. Wolfram let out a deep sigh as he watched the medics lead them away from the helicopter.

“There have been so many victims to this senseless war. Marcus survived, but those who didn’t…” He shook his head and turned to look at Fritz. “Come on. We should get you to see a doctor as well.”

Fritz and Dietrich shook their heads at the same time. “It’s not necessary,” Fritz said. “They’re busy with other things. We’re fine.”

Wolfram looked like he wanted to protest, but in the end, he relented. “Very well. Let’s get you settled in. I have to go look into the state of the injured, and then I’ll be with you.”

With great regret, Fritz allowed the staff to lead him inside the huge mansion, while Wolfram disappeared in the direction Sebastian and Marcus had gone. With a distant part of his brain, he registered passing by all sorts of adornments and statues, illustrating a culture unsurprisingly dedicated to wolves. But in a way, he couldn’t quite enjoy it, not without Wolfram. The only thing that comforted him was Dietrich’s presence. He felt so confused and out of sorts, lost in a world he didn’t belong to.

At the same time, his presence here finally allowed him to process that he'd basically killed a man. True enough, his victim had intended to kill him, but that didn't make what he'd done right. A sense of remorse settled over his heart. He now understood how hard it must be for Wolfram to bear the heavy mantle of leadership.

When they reached their destination, Fritz found himself in a richly decorated suite, filled with antique furniture and what looked like a fortune in art. Some of the objects looked similar in style as the statues outside, but Fritz spotted the occasional human artwork or

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item dedicated to spirituality. The main room looked a little more neutral, like a receiving area of sorts, but the adjoining bedchamber seemed an oasis for Wolfram. Fritz saw his mate in the beauty and silent strength of the place. He already felt better just by being here and the memory of the dead feral began to dwindle.

They didn’t get the chance to enjoy the quiet for too long. As it turned out, Wolfram ignored their request and sent a medic to check up on them. Begrudgingly, Fritz and Dietrich submitted to the woman’s examination. She poked and prodded until Fritz thought he was going to scream. When she left, he collapsed on the bed, exhausted. “Thank God that’s over with,” he told Dietrich.

His mate nodded at him. “You can’t blame Wolfram for being worried, though.”

No, he couldn’t. He remembered all too well the agony he’d felt upon being bitten by the feral, but he didn’t want to dwell on it anymore. He’d lived through it. What didn’t kill him made him stronger, and Fritz knew he’d need the additional strength to support his mates.

“I understand his concern. I just wish we could spend a quiet evening together and forget everything that happened.”

“Sometimes, you can’t forget, no matter how hard you try.”

Fritz cursed himself for his insensitivity. Dietrich had been through a traumatizing experience and Fritz only worried about himself. Before he could say anything, Dietrich sat on the bed and lay down next to him. “It’s all right. Let’s just stay here for a minute and wait for Wolfram. He’s going to need us when he comes back.”

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“What’s the damage, doctor?” Wolfram asked one of his medics.

“So far, we’ve registered five fatalities in addition to the thirteen acknowledged on-site.” He handed Wolfram a list with the people in question. “The rest of the injured are on the mend.”

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Wolfram felt like he was going to be sick. He’d known these men for decades, some even more. They had families, mates, children. He took a deep breath and forced himself to keep a straight face. It wouldn’t do for the Magistrate to have a nervous breakdown in front of his staff.

He thought of his own mates, and the connection with Fritz and Dietrich gave him strength. “Marcus?” He felt even guiltier for Marcus’s injury. Essentially, he’d been having fun with his mates while Marcus was being tortured by Joseph.

“He is doing fine,” the doctor answered. “I expect him to make a full recovery.”

Wolfram sent a prayer to the Spirit Mother, grateful for that much.

“And the ferals?” he inquired of the medic.

“They are imprisoned, like you ordered. Their injuries are healing.”

Wolfram thanked the doctor and left the hospital. They’d disposed of the dead feral, but the live ones could prove to be useful. Wolfram didn’t consider himself to be a cruel man, but realistically, he knew Andrew Blunt’s serum would have to be tested on someone. He couldn’t risk administering it without making sure it worked. As much as he hated the thought, he’d have to take into consideration the option of using the ferals as test subjects.

There were so many things he needed to do, but he felt tired, so very tired. He hadn’t even managed to enjoy his new mating. Their one time together had been beautiful, but brief and plagued with nightmares, haunted by hostility.

But they’d reached safety now, and they were beyond Joseph’s grasp. For a few hours, Wolfram could just be the man, and not the Magistrate.

His staff occasionally stopped him as he walked, but in the end, after far too long, he reached his quarters. He opened the door and locked it behind him. His instincts told him where he could find them.

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Indeed, when he reached his bedroom, he spotted Dietrich and Fritz on the bed. They got up and gave him twin looks of affection.

“You’re back,” Fritz said. “Thank God.”

“We were beginning to consider coming after you,” Dietrich continued.

Wolfram chuckled, although hilarity was far from his mind. If anything, he felt relieved at finally being by his mates’ sides. “So you missed me, I take it.”

Fritz smiled back. “Of course we did.”

For a few moments, they stared at each other as Wolfram processed what he’d gained and nearly lost. Energy crackled between them, and Wolfram followed the current, drawn to the bed like a moth to the flame. He abandoned his coat and threw off his shoes, then joined his mates on the mattress.

No one spoke. For Wolfram’s part, he didn’t think he could make his vocal chords work. He was too raw, too overwhelmed by everything that had happened. He’d almost lost Fritz, just like he’d lost so many loyal soldiers. Fritz could have become feral, or even died, if Wolfram had not known in advance about the double bite.

Now more than ever, Wolfram needed to ascertain they were all here, safe and together. He intellectually understood it, but he wanted to feel it as well. His body begged for his mates’ touches, and his mouth watered with the desire to taste them.

In slow, languorous motions, they stripped each other, hands lingering over naked flesh, exploring hard planes of muscle. The wound from Fritz’s shoulder had disappeared, but the memory still lingered in Wolfram’s memory. He kissed and licked at the skin, making his mate moan in pleasure.

Dietrich’s hands caressed his flanks. His wolf mate nibbled on his ear, whispering, “Lay down, Wolfram. Just relax.”

Wolfram obeyed and allowed his mates to lower him on the bed.

Outside his personal quarters, he always needed to be in control, to be

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the Alpha over thousands. It weighed so much on him, and for a while, Wolfram just wanted to let it all go.

Fritz obviously sensed his mood. “It’s okay. Just let us take care of you,” he murmured.

With his two mates on top of him, Wolfram couldn’t think of any better idea. Fritz lowered his mouth over Wolfram’s nipples. The moment wet heat engulfed the tiny nubs, a shock of pleasure electrified Wolfram’s body, pooling straight into his cock. The damn member demanded attention, and thankfully, Dietrich gave it. As Fritz laved Wolfram’s nipples with his tongue, Dietrich proceeded to do the same with Wolfram’s prick.

The first touch of Dietrich’s mouth on his dick had Wolfram groaning in unrestrained pleasure. He arched against Fritz’s mouth, looking for more contact, more of the delicious agony. Dietrich sucked him deep, all the way into his throat, but alternated his motions with teasing licks. Similarly, Fritz nipped and sucked at Wolfram’s nipples. Pain and pleasure molded together in a cocktail of sensations.

Dietrich’s naughty finger rubbed at his perineum, then traveled down to Wolfram’s hole. Wolfram cursed, causing Dietrich to hesitate and retract his hand. “No! I mean, yes. Do that again.”

He didn’t know how he managed to make himself understood.

Perhaps it wasn’t even by words, but through their connection. Either way, Dietrich’s clever hands returned, continuing their caresses. The finger penetrated Wolfram’s ass, causing a slight burn that only made the whole thing better.

Fritz abandoned Wolfram’s nipple, making him cry out in protest.

He’d have been ashamed to make such noises in front of anyone else, but with his mates, he could be himself. He could ask, trust, and show himself without regard to formalities.

“Don’t worry,” Fritz said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Contradicting his own words, Fritz did move off the bed and began to rummage through the night table. Wolfram experienced a

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small moment of amusement when he realized some things remained the same no matter what race one belonged to—like, for example, where a man kept his lube. Close at hand, accessible for all those lonely nights, or preferably, for when he had pleasant company of the mate variety.

Fritz returned with the lubricant and tossed it to Dietrich.

Regretfully, Dietrich abandoned Wolfram’s cock in favor of opening the tube. As much as he felt the loss of Dietrich’s mouth on him, Wolfram spread his legs, already anticipating what was to come. He’d never taken a cock up his ass. He’d wanted it, yes, but he’d never trusted anyone enough, not even Klaus. Their people didn’t have difficulties in accepting same sex couples like humans, but even so, The Magistrate was expected to always be on top of things, even in the bedroom.

Wolfram’s heart thundered as Dietrich poured the lubricant on his fingers and warmed it. A few instants later, a slick finger returned to prod at his hole, sliding in with excruciating care. Fritz pressed his lips to Wolfram’s in a sweet, yet passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, with Wolfram allowing his human to take over, to do whatever he wished. At the same time, he himself reveled in Fritz’s taste, loving the way the other man’s flavor washed over him.

Dietrich took his time preparing Wolfram. Another finger joined the first and Dietrich thrust them in and out of Wolfram’s body in an imitation of the act that would soon follow. He stretched Wolfram gently, and when he crooked his fingers just so, they rubbed against Wolfram’s special spot.

Wolfram groaned into Fritz’s mouth. He’d played with himself before and even dared to use the occasional toy, when and if he had the time and desire. But nothing ever prepared him for this. Dietrich’s skilled touch was already tearing him apart, and they hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet.

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Wolfram tore his mouth from Fritz. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

He needed to be filled, to be taken, to feel the reality of this moment and not consider it a dream. “Please, fuck me. Now.”

“Your wish is my command,” Dietrich replied. The words might have sounded gentle, but the tone was anything but. Both Dietrich and Fritz seemed to be on the edge as well, just like him. Wolfram could sense it through their connection.

Dietrich removed his fingers from his ass, and Wolfram groaned at the feeling of emptiness that invaded him. Dietrich flipped him over and Wolfram shamelessly pushed his ass out, wordlessly begging for more. Dietrich positioned his cock at Wolfram’s opening and pushed in. His mate was big, bigger than any toy Wolfram ever dared to use. He actually felt the head pop in, and he loved it.

His flesh yielded to Dietrich’s cock. Wolfram would have impaled himself on his mate’s dick, but the other man held his hips, keeping him from moving. Passion and frustration coursed through him. He reached out in front of him, only to realize Fritz had gone. He felt a small moment of panic, before their bond and his senses identified Fritz’s location.

It was the strangest thing. Through his mind’s eye, he could see Fritz move around, even if physically, he’d have been unable to do so.

Fritz grabbed the lubricant, and in his mind, Wolfram watched him squirt liquid over the crack of Dietrich’s ass. Fritz prepared Dietrich, much as Dietrich had done before. Wolfram bit his lip and struggled to keep still and hold his impatience in check. Even so, he couldn’t contain a sigh of relief when at last, Fritz removed his fingers and filled their mate from behind.

Fritz’s cock fully entered Dietrich. They were connected in the most intimate way three men could ever be. Their first time together had been amazing, but this, this went beyond anything Wolfram ever imagined.

They began a rhythm, slower at first, then faster and faster. Each of Fritz’s thrusts sent Dietrich deeper inside Wolfram, until Wolfram

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couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. Through their connection, he felt their emotions, their experiences. In a way, it seemed as if he took them the same way they did with him.

Whenever they moved, Dietrich’s cock hit Wolfram’s prostate, making the pleasure soar higher and higher. Soon, Wolfram found it hard to even support himself on all fours. Somehow, Dietrich managed to preserve enough strength to keep him upright. It felt odd to depend on someone so much, but for the first time in his life, Wolfram allowed himself to love and be loved openly, to give and take without fear.

The spiritual freedom molded with the sheer carnal pleasure.

Wolfram’s cock throbbed, demanding release, and energy sizzled through his body, awakening every nerve, making each cell shout in pleasure. All the while, his soul soared, reveling in the union with his mates. Dietrich and Fritz were right there with him, their minds and bodies entwined with his.

He didn’t know how long it lasted. Time ceased to have any meaning, and the only thing that remained relevant and made sense at all was the three of them and their intimate connection. Even so, all too soon, Wolfram felt the pleasure reach unbearable proportions.

Stars flashed in front of his eyes, his vision dimmed, and he found his peak. Distantly, he heard a voice crying out his mates’ names and recognized it as belonging to him. And then, Fritz and Wolfram’s voices joined his, and Wolfram felt heat fill him as both his mates came as well. He experienced it twofold, one directly, through his own body, the other through Dietrich and their mind bond. The new wave of ecstasy prolonged Wolfram’s climax, until he thought he could not bear it any longer.

He collapsed on the bed, drained of every bit of his strength, but more content than he’d ever been in his life. By some miracle, he managed to avoid the wet spot. Dietrich and Fritz fell by his side, and they cuddled together, enjoying the aftermath of the incredible orgasm.

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When the sensations began to fade, Wolfram’s brain capacities returned and he realized a remnant of dry semen wouldn’t be very pleasant to wake up to. He slipped from between his mates and went to the bathroom. After cleaning up, he brought a wet washcloth with him. When he returned to the room, his mates had already dozed off.

Smiling, Wolfram gently wiped them down, abandoned the cloth, and returned to bed by their side. Even in sleep, his men made room for him between them. Wolfram closed his eyes and fell into slumber, surrounded by his mates’ warmth and comforting scents.

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Epilogue

Wolfram watched as the crowd trickled inside the ballroom of the Magistrate’s Den. He’d invited all the important families of the spirit wolves to the official reception in honor of his mates. It gave him a headache to have to withstand the assault of so many questions, and putting on false smiles had never been a hobby of his. Still, it wouldn’t hurt for his mates to meet some influential people and become an integral part in their society.

Another family arrived and came to pay their respects. Wolfram smiled at the patriarch and beckoned his mates closer. As he introduced them, Wolfram noted a genuine curiosity and pleasure regarding Dietrich’s presence. Fritz however was not so well received. The head of the family masked his disapproval quite well, but the younger wolves not so much. Wolfram politely dispatched them. If they remained in his company for much longer, he’d lose his temper and say something he might later regret.

He gritted his teeth and focused on controlling himself. These were his people. They couldn’t be expected to immediately accept humans in their midst, and more so as mates. So many centuries of considering such relationships wrong and forbidden couldn’t be wiped away overnight. Wolfram had amended the laws years back, after he’d seen Linden Rivers recover from his injury due to the double bite, but the rest of the spirit wolves didn’t have the same experience. They could not understand him, and they were, after all, dedicated to tradition.

Fritz’s warm arm went around him. “It’s all right. They’ll get used to the idea eventually.”

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Wolfram nodded, knowing his mate had a point. After all, their bond came with an additional perk, extending Fritz’s life and improving his general stamina and resistance to disease. “I just wish we could have gone without this party,” he replied. “I doubt anyone who came even wants to be here.”

“Well, there are some who wish us well.” Dietrich smiled at him and discreetly pointed into the crowd. Wolfram caught sight of Klaus.

Oddly, his friend seemed captivated by a conversation with Clay Hart.

Wolfram would be very thankful if Klaus found someone as well. The man had lived in the shadow of his duty for too long.

To the side, Marcus and Sebastian were talking in low voices.

Marcus had recovered from his injury, and immediately insisted on returning to service. His perseverance convinced Wolfram to allow him to resume his life as a hunter, much to Sebastian’s dismay. The other spirit wolf seemed more and more disgruntled by Marcus’s choice to ignore the incident in Trier as just another random wound and nothing more. Wolfram made a mental note to discuss things with them as soon as possible. For now, he kept them close. He’d decided to assign them to patrol the States, just in case.

He noticed Valerius D’Averam and Trent Hart waiting to be introduced, with their mate, Andrew. He’d spoken with the rest of the Hart family earlier, but tradition dictated that mated couples would come together, separately from other relatives. The doctor looked just as cool and composed as he’d be in a lab, but Wolfram knew he must be feeling very uncomfortable. Linden Rivers and his two mates were by his side, and Andrew seemed to be trying to comfort Linden a bit.

Obviously, the young human couldn’t deal with the overflow of apprehension coming from the spirit wolves too well.

Wolfram ushered them closer. “Hello,” he said in greeting.

“Welcome to my home.”

“Thank you, My Lord.” Valerius bowed lowly.

“We’d like to congratulate you on your mating,” Trent continued.

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“We wish you a very happy life by the side of your two mates,”

Ashton offered.

Wolfram accepted their well-wishes with a smile, feeling they were genuine, unlike those coming from others. Of course, he hadn’t expected anything different. These men understood. They loved their own human mates and knew how important their bond could be, for their entire nation.

“These are my mates, Dietrich Dupont and Fritz Bauer.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Dietrich said, extending his hand in greeting.

As Fritz did the same, Wolfram noticed the conspicuous absence of Andrew Blunt’s son. “And your son, Doctor Blunt?” he asked.

“Did he not join us for the celebration?”

For the first time, Andrew looked a bit uncomfortable. “I apologize for his absence, but I’m afraid he felt a bit sick, My Lord. I preferred to keep him from traveling.”

Wolfram understood exactly why Paul hadn’t come. He might not have children, but he understood the protectiveness of a parent.

Indeed, it was better for young Paul to be temporarily kept away from other spirit wolves, at least until their nation got used to the thought of humans among them.

“I see,” he told Andrew. “I’m sorry to hear that. I hope he feels better soon.”

“Thank you, My Lord.” Andrew gave him a grateful smile.

Clearly, the doctor realized Wolfram saw through the little lie.

“At any rate, I hope you enjoy the party, for as long as you wish to stay. I don’t want to keep you from your son for too long.” There was truly no sense in making Andrew more uncomfortable. At this point, Wolfram considered them all friends. Without them, he might not have been able to rescue his mate, and the serum Andrew developed could very well save many lives. In time, he hoped everyone would see that.

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The group thanked him again and took their leave to mingle around the other guests. Linden Rivers lingered for a few seconds. He looked like he wanted to say something, but changed his mind at the last minute and followed after his mates.

Wolfram considered Linden’s actions. The human had felt Joseph’s appearance in their lives before it happened. Perhaps he’d know something of consequence. Wolfram would talk to him, but not now, not yet.

He stole a look at his mates and said, “Walk with me.”

He led them out of the ballroom and into the gardens. The night was cool, but beautiful, and the sky shone full with stars above them.

“It’s beautiful here,” Fritz told him.

Wolfram didn’t reply. He just took Fritz and Dietrich’s hands in his own and held them. As they stood there, in comfortable silence, Wolfram celebrated his mating with his men in his own way. Perhaps he couldn’t see into the future, not like Linden did, but he did know that, with Fritz and Dietrich by his side, he could take on the world and win. Love would help him find a way.

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

A native Romanian, Scarlet was born in 1986 and grew up an avid fan of Karl May and Jules Verne, reading fantasy stories and adventure. Later, when she was out of fantasy stories to read, she delved into her mother’s collection of book and, of course, stumbled onto romance.

As a writer though, Scarlet Hyacinth was born one sunny summer day, when a dear friend of hers—the same friend who introduced her to GLBT fiction—proposed they start writing a story of their own. As it turns out, the two friends never did finish that particular story, but Scarlet discovered she had a knack for writing and ended up starting to write individually. And so, between working on her dissertation, studying for exams, and reading yaoi manga, she started writing the Kaldor Saga. Along the way, Scarlet met a lot of wonderful people who supported her, and in the end, she found her story a home and, in the process, fulfilled a beautiful dream.

Also by Scarlet Hyacinth

Siren Classic ManLove: Kaldor Saga 1: Enraptured Siren Classic ManLove: Kaldor Saga 2: Over the Edge Siren Classic ManLove: Kaldor Saga 3: Destinies in Darkness, Part 1

Siren Classic ManLove: Kaldor Saga 3: Destinies in Darkness, Part 2

Siren Classic ManLove: Kaldor Saga 4: Mending Shattered Souls Ménage Amour ManLove: The Three Horsemen of the Black Forest Siren Allure ManLove: Truth and Deception Siren Classic ManLove: Sequel to Truth and Deception: Reborn Siren Classic ManLove: Deadly Mates 1: Moon’s Sweet Poison Siren Classic ManLove: Deadly Mates 2: Wings of Moonlight Ménage Amour ManLove: Deadly Mates 3: Spell of the Predator’s Moon

Ménage Amour ManLove: Deadly Mates 4: Dragon’s Bloodmoon Ménage Amour ManLove: Fire of the Four Seasons Ménage Amour ManLove: Spirit Wolves 1: A Mate Beyond Their Reach

Ménage Amour ManLove: Spirit Wolves 2: Mates in Life and Death

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Table of Contents

- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Epilogue