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Despite his reverence for all animals, Levent knew the time to kill—the time to defend himself and those he cared about and to keep them fed. When his blue eyes opened and he saw the shadow skating past where Wilson had been standing, he did not hesitate to reach back and grasp one of his throwing knives, causing the cat to blink and speed over to him with bristling tail. A bird of prey would be a difficult target, but mostly he hoped that the raptor would be deterred by the sight of a luperci alone and that he wouldn’t have to throw one of the blades. He might even be able to talk the feathered beast out of it, since he knew at least the very basics of their dialect.

The sound of a canine voice made him tuck the knife back into its pouch on his shoulder, and he rocked himself to his feet. The cat shook his head when he reached out with his arms to give him a good place to jump up, and with a shrug he turned his gaze toward the wolf standing in the doorway now.

“Do you feed him?” Levent asked bluntly, but the would-be criticizing statement was softened by the smile that tweaked his lips upward. Of course the newcomer would be taller than he was by more than a foot, but he did seem younger and his apology only made that more evident.

“He is beautiful,” he allowed after another moment, his eyes finding the white-morphed gyrfalcon perched on the wolf’s arm. The dappling of black in snowy plumage was selcouth but lovely, and he was smiling almost moronically before the cat bit his ankle and caused him to yelp.

“He has an owner,” Wilson meowed flatly. “I’m not letting you form up a bloody menagerie while we’re here.” In an uncharacteristic display of boldness and confidence, he turned to the timber wolf and nodded coolly. “I’m Wilson, and the nutter here is Levent.”

The feline took a seat, tail curled around himself, head set prim and proper, and the Turkish man stifled a giggle. He always introduced the both of them to strangers; Wilson usually remained curled and suspicious on his shoulder. Why he was suddenly so sure of himself now was beyond him—but he did his best to keep a straight face when the cat gave him an annoyed glance.



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