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I grabbed the closest clothes—a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt—and yanked them on before shoving my feet into my shoes.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” Nathaniel asked.

I glanced up at him. He was still working on his hair.

“I didn’t know it was any of your business,” I said.

He turned and shot me a shit-eating grin. “Someone’s in a pissy mood. What happened? Did you try to slip the ole salami to Kira last night? She shoot you down? Not surprising. She probably likes guys with”—he grabbed his crotch and squeezed—“a little more under the hood, you know?”

Ignoring the crude remark, I headed out the door and followed Omar and Tate’s scents. The farther I got from the alpha den, the stronger the smells got. The scents were mixing and hard to differentiate, but they were definitely together.

I saw the film crew come down a hallway, so I quickly hid in a small coat closet. They carried trays of food and looked to have come from another of the hidden staff areas, like the one Kira and I had