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From The Beginning by Natasha Duncan-Drake:

He was mulling over the likelihood of dying when Lexie suddenly dropped the sandwich she was nibbling on and shuddered from head to foot.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, not sure what the hell was going on.

Lexie's eyes were squeezed shut and she was hugging herself and trembling.

"Lexie," he said more urgently, reaching over to put a hand on her arm.

When she opened her eyes he backpedalled so fast be hit the driver's side door and he had every intention of getting out of the truck. It was a testament to how shocked he was that it took him several seconds to find the handle. He all but fell out and then grabbed for where he had stowed his sword.

Lexie's eyes were completely red; the shiny blood red of spawn.

Once outside, sword in hand he slammed the door shut and backed away. Dawn was well on the way now, but full sun was a little while off yet, so he stood, on the defensive waiting for the attack. He could not fathom what was going on, because Lexie had not sounded like spawn, but she sure as hell looked the part.

Her head was down now; he could see her through the windshield, and she wasn't moving. As light crept over the trees and onto the back road where he had parked, he slowly worked his way round to Lexie's side of the truck. Holding his sword out in front of him he carefully reached for the door handle. If he could get her into the open, full daylight would deal with her. With a flick of his wrist he had the door open and then he backed off again.

Lexie did not move.

From Samling Born by Sophie Duncan:

Luka sat on the roof and looked up at the milky-white glow of the full moon. He had calmed down amazingly quickly after climbing out onto the ledge outside his window. The small private space was the reason he had taken the cramped room on the top floor of the house. The others had been surprised, since it had been his father's contacts which had found the place, but the freedom in the middle of London was worth all the stairs and he relaxed in the peace. He'd heard Ben go out to fetch their takeaway a while ago and he wasn't sure how long he'd been meditating, but his wolf was back under control.

The moon was his one big weakness, his only acknowledgement of the world he had rejected at the start of his teens, his only admission of the wolf inside. Luka was not ashamed of the wild heart he kept well buried, but when he had chosen not to join The Samling, the greater Pack, he had also chosen to keep that side of himself covered. Only on clear, warm nights like this one, when he could sneak away from the others for a few minutes, did he relax and listen to the instincts in his chest.

Content, but occasionally wistful about the power that prickled under his skin, Luka smiled up at the serene lady and indulged himself.

Refusing to join The Samling had not been condemned by anyone, it had been his choice and, under the circumstances, everyone had understood and been very kind about it. However it had naturally excluded him from local pack events and from the unity and extended family that his parents, his sister and then his brother had described. That meant Luka had very little experience and mostly second hand accounts of the rush that the presence of another wolf could create.

However, that didn't mean he didn't recognise it when it flooded his body.

Instantly, Luka stood up and instinctively sniffed the air: he smelt werewolf. The front door slammed below and Luka dived for the window as he realised the wolf had entered the house.

Not being au fait with his instincts, Luka had never thought he had a sense of territory, nor a pack, but his thoughts went immediately to his band-mates and the threat an active wolf could pose to them if it was hostile. Another wolf without a pack was rare and completely circumvented the polite, careful formalities his society had developed over the years for dealing with the wild instincts that came along with the animal power. Luka wasn't sure what he was going to do, but he growled defensively under his breath as he swung back through the window into his room and charged to the protection of his friends.

He slammed open his door and hurtled towards the living room where his senses had already picked up raised voices. It was like a switch had been flicked in his body as the world took on a silver tinge and he could even smell the scent of dog. Hackles well and truly up, Luka charged into the room.

Everyone was in the living room and, much to Luka's concern, huddled in the centre of the room, all standing up and looking worried. However, on first inspection, Luka could not locate the interloper. It was only as Travis took note of his entrance, turned and, eyes going wide, suddenly stepped sideways away from him that Luka discovered his rival and instinct and knowledge made a very large mess in his head.

Ben was standing at the centre of their friends, cradling his hand and swearing colourfully as Sim examined a wound that had Luka's nose twitching with the smell of blood. His friend was injured, that set off every alarm in Luka, but he froze at the edge of the room as his senses told him, without a doubt, that friend and rival were one and the same.

Confused and afraid, Luka whined.