74621 words long.</p> @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter Four All three of his top ranking pack members were standing in the foyer when he arrived and all three instantly stiffened, lifting their heads and sniffing the air. “Don't even think about it,” Dante growled, fixing the men with a level look. Maurice, his second in command, met his gaze speculatively. “Where did you find the psychic?" Surprise flickered through Dante. He said nothing, but he didn't have to. After studying him for a moment more, Maurice grinned. “You've never run in to one before, have you?" Unwilling to admit it, still wondering how Maurice had discerned it, he merely returned his look with a steady one of his own. "It's that mouth watering scent,” Maurice responded finally, “the one you've been wondering why it has you rock hard and unable to get your mind off of fucking the daylights out of her. It's like catnip to lycans—except about twenty times more potent—and roughly ten times more potent that being around a female in heat." "She's human,”
