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“Cadoc Collins covered for you. Brody can’t move against us for this, or he’s going against the alpha heir.” Nia shoots me a quizzical look. “Why did he do that?”“I have no idea. Maybe ’cause I’m female?” That doesn’t usually stop ranked males when it comes to scavengers. Maybe he remembered the pup struggling for the bottle cap? I can’t imagine he would.“He was probably worried that your face was going to explode.” Bevan snorts. “You looked like a fucking stop sign.”“No, a stop light.” Nia playfully pushes me and then hugs me back to her side.“Yeah, you better stick to poking around in the woods, cuz. You want something, tell us. You’re a liability.”He doesn’t mean it unkindly. I reach over and give him a scratch behind the ears. For the next mile or so, he recounts his beating in exuberant detail. Nia interrupts occasionally to correct his facts. Apparently, Bevan did not get any licks in, but Cadoc did have to tell him to bend the neck twice before he complied.By the time we
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First, I check the dragon’s tongue. It dents in the middle when I poke it. It needs a little more time to harden.I change out the water in our cutting jars, dumping it into the plants we have crowded on the kitchen counter and outside on an old picnic table and weathered benches. I’ll have to move those inside before I leave today. The nip of frost is definitely in the air.There’s something else, too. I pause at the bottom of the trailer step and close my eyes, drawing the crisp air deep into my lungs. My belly thrums. It kind of feels like excitement, but also a little like fear.Am I having a premonition? This late in the game?I breathe in again and focus.No. There’s definitely something new in the woods.It’s not an unfamiliar presence, and it’s not a scent exactly. It’s—of the forest. Whatever it is, it doesn’t raise my hackles. My wolf is quiet. She notices it, but she’s not alarmed. She pays it close attention, though, as we head off to G16.I’m not gonna skip foraging just
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It’s been a long day. I want peace while I mend the zipper on my backpack—and play with my new watch and earbuds. Maybe Cadoc came after me tonight to get the rest of his stuff back. He should have come and asked then, instead of standing there, all menacing.But he wasn’t there for his stuff, was he? I stamp the burgeoning knowledge down like sparks in dry grass. Not yet. I’m not ready.My belly cramps. I need food.I hop down the two-by-four bridging our platform and the plank and leap over Uncle Dewey. Per usual, he’s sprawled half-in and half-out of the trailer, rear paws dangling over the steps, snout mashed against the door frame. His fur reeks of beer.Sometimes he shifts back to his wolf before he finishes his drink, and he tries to lap the dregs. Then he ends up soaked or with his tongue stuck in the neck of a bottle.“Find anything?” my sister Drona asks from the kitchen table.She’s braiding my oldest niece Avalon’s hair. Kadi, the youngest, is bent over the sink, and her o
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“Okay, big sister.” All of a sudden, the weight of the whole day seems to fall on my shoulders. I’m tired. I edge toward the doorway, sidestepping a soft spot in the yellowed linoleum. “Don’t worry about it. It was nothing. I promise.”“Okay, little pup.” Drona waves me off with a weary smile. “I won’t worry.”We’re both lying.I head for the back bedroom. Since my nieces are busy getting groomed, I’ll have it to myself, at least for a while.I kick off my shoes in the doorway, drop my skirt, wrangle my bra free from my cami, and cram the lot, along with my sweater, into the dirty laundry. Finally, I toss my backpack onto the top bunk of the right-hand bed and hoist myself after.I flop like a starfish, and sink into the thin mattress, my limbs going limp like noodles. I exhale. I’m home. For a second, I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling two feet above me. With the tip of my finger, I trace the stickers that Bevan and Nia found for me.A dog with a red circle around his eye. A un
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I want to cry.It can’t be.I cannot be going into heat, and Cadoc Collins absolutely, positively cannot be my mate. It would never be allowed. Not in a million years.Fat, hot tears trickle down my cheek. My heart hurts and a wave of pure panic surges higher and higher, looming, about to break. I can’t breathe. My lungs won’t expand.And then, out of nowhere, music floods my ears. I startle, almost whacking my head on the ceiling as I pluck the earbuds out and fling them down beside me on the bed.The music still plays, faint and tinny. Guitar. Harmonica.A human sings. He has a nasally voice, but it’s kind. Cheerful. There’s another instrument, the strange one that makes a spooky squawk. A theremin.I lay my head back down, my ears next to the buds.A hi-hat begins, and then it’s joined by the steady thud of a bass drum. A sweet female’s voice chimes in on the chorus.It’s a pretty tune, lovely and simple.I don’t know how I started the music—I don’t think I tapped anything—but it’s
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Nia’s freaking out. She keeps flicking her gaze toward the emergency exit. If I give her the nod, she’ll create a distraction. I just don’t think my limbs would cooperate. I try to give her a reassuring smile, but even my lips feel weird and disconnected.My mate can’t be Cadoc Collins, but even if it’s not, there’s still no good choice.A nob would be hell. I’ve watched Drona and Geralt. He gets bigger year after year, and she gets dimmer.A scavenger male might be worse. Who has it tougher? Drona’s pups or Uncle Dewey’s? At least Avalon can speak to her sire on the rare occasions he comes by when the pups are still awake. I can’t remember the last time Uncle Dewey spoke.Besides, too many scavenger males go for a walk. My father did, and he took my dam with him. Or whatever took him, took my dam, too.I don’t want my pup to end up alone, stowed away in the bunk I once slept in, wearing my old clothes, hustling for buttons I once touched.I can’t let that happen, but there’s no way o
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Yes. My wolf nudges me with her snout. Ours.There is no doubt in her.He must recognize what we are to him, but he’s not flushed and sweaty and shaking. His gaze doesn’t even venture back to the scavenger tables. It’s like there’s a force field around me, deflecting his attention. No one would notice—no one seems to—but it’s as obvious to my wolf and me as the nose on his face.What do I do?Shift. I’ll bite him. My wolf delivers the image into my brain, fully wrought, even the tang of copper on my tongue.I spear my fingers into my hair, pulling chunks of my bun loose. I realize what I’m doing and try to shove it back together, but it’s no good.Go to him.My wolf nudges harder.I don’t want to—I want to hide under the table with the Goff snarfing scraps—but there’s something in me demanding that I go to him. It’s not my wolf, although she’s in complete accord. It’s an urgency in my blood.But he’s ignoring me.Didn’t he rescue me when we were pups, though? He handed me down that bo
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What do I do now? If only there was a hole I could jump into.I open my mouth to say please—I can manage please—but before I can, Cadoc nods at Seth Rosser.Seth rises to his feet, moves to my side, and grasps my upper arm in an iron grip, turning me so hard my rubber sole squeaks.“Take her back where she belongs,” Cadoc says to my back, and Seth propels me forward, steering me past table after table of rubbernecking nobs and gawking humans.I let him, and my wolf complies. She’s dumbfounded, at a complete loss.I take a deep breath, trying to soothe us both, and I inhale a mouthful of rotten eggs. Dear Fate. It’s coming from Seth. I gag.Seth tightens his grip, and my wolf rumbles a warning, rattling my ribs. She stretches against my skin, and my stomach rolls. His touch is like a slither. Like a squelch. I shrink from him, and he squeezes harder.Behind us, at the front where Cadoc sits, there’s the sharp crack of splintering wood. A few females gasp, but I don’t look back to see w
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The humans know about shifters, of course, but there’s no need to draw more attention to us than we already do, as strangers in such a small town. Folks already gawk as Annie leads us to the village commons even though the streets are busy. It’s market day.As soon as we reach the grassy expanse filled with tables and tents, Alroy and Diantha peel off, heading in opposite directions. Griff seems torn, but when he sees that Diantha is making a beeline for a booth with racks of female clothing, he hurries to follow Alroy.Annie leads us down the makeshift walkways, smiling when she’s greeted by name. My mate is still shy, but there’s no trace of fear in her scent. I breathe her happiness and excitement in, letting it flush my lungs clean of the oily town air.She sees her friends before I do and lets go of my hand to run toward them.My mate. My Annie. Running with a smile lighting her face.This is a good, good day.Two females rush around their table, the third making her way more slo
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JUSTUSMy perfect, beautiful mate does not like surprises, so she knows exactly where we’re going as we trot through the woods that run along the human highway. At first, I was sad that I couldn’t spring this visit on her, but I love watching her wolf get more and more excited the closer we get to Chapel Bell. Her short little legs are moving so fast, I almost don’t have to slow my pace.Alroy, Griff, and Diantha don’t have my patience, so they’re several yards ahead of us. Poor Griff has to be the buffer between them, and he keeps getting caught in the crossfire when their wolves decide to break the monotony by sniping at each other.I was worried that Annie would be too nervous to venture this far from camp, but she gets more confident every day. I’m pretty sure that’s because when we were out for a walk two months ago, she saw me take out two ferals that were encroaching on our territory to the north, so even though Killian and I pretty much fought to a draw, she knows I can handle
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He bares his fangs, yanks the needle from his neck, and blinks at it, bemused.“Did you stab me with a fucking knitting needle?” He holds it up. Blood oozes from the wound, dripping down his bare chest. I didn’t even hit an artery.Justus snarls, squaring his shoulders and bending his knees, readying himself to attack. Every inch of his body is covered in mud and blood, gashes and purpling bruises. White bone shows through a jagged slash on his forearm.A male coughs, clearing his throat. “Can we just take a beat?” Killian raises his hands, raw flesh where his nails should be.I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but he’s as battered as Justus, and he seems to be favoring his left leg, like his right can’t hold weight. Our males spar constantly. I’ve seen all of them beat up at some point, but I’ve never seen any of them mangled this bad. I can’t believe either he or Justus are still upright.“That bitch stabbed me.” Leith points at me with the knitting needle.Justus howls and steps
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My wolf skids to a halt several feet away and then slinks forward, keeping the fire between her and the Salt Mountain wolf, letting the smoke block her scent. When she’s too close to dare creep closer, she huddles close to the ground, staring up and up at his tremendous mud-caked haunches. She’s a miniature in comparison. All the females are, and we all stare, powerless, as the wolf’s bones crack and a strapping man rises from the hulk of his beast.His blond hair shines through the dirt. I’ve seen him. Leith Munroe. The new Salt Mountain alpha.He rests his hands on his hips as if there isn’t chaos all around him as his wolves play a game of distraction, breaking after our slower, smaller, or older males and mauling them until our strong males are forced to turn back, away from us, to rescue them.Leith takes no notice of our wolves, even when they get close, or me, skulking behind the fire. Why would he? I’m no threat—skinny and small and stinking of fear.Instead, he’s intent on so
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ANNIERun! Run! Run!I squat as low as I can in the wildflowers and tear off my clothes.A few yards away, Killian and Justus are murdering each other. Tye, Ivo, and the rest are just watching, and no matter how much I scream, no matter what I say, their wolves don’t listen.And the Salt Mountain wolves are up to something. They’re edging away from the fight toward the trail to camp. Quarry Pack is so intent on the fight, they either don’t notice or don’t care.I have to get to Khalil, and my wolf is faster.Run into the woods! The woods!I huddle in the tall grass and summon my wolf. For the first time in my life, she’s ahead of me, bursting through our skin before I’m ready, assuming form like she’s surfacing from water rather than tearing herself free from bone and muscle.She runs away from the woods, toward the trail. The Salt Mountain wolves have gotten ahead of her, so she hangs back, keeping low and downwind.Turn around! Now!What are they doing? They can’t think to attack La
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“Lavender is light green this time of year. It doesn’t bloom until June or July.”“What are you going to do with it now then?”“Make a sachet. The scent mostly comes from the oils in its leaves.”“Make a sachet for who?”I wade through the tall grass to stand close to her and inhale her sweet rainy scent.“For the den,” she says, glancing bashfully up at me from under her thick brown lashes. She’s wearing my old sweater and another pair of my drawstring pants. Her pulse flutters at the base of her throat. She’s excited, too.Maybe we should cut this trip short and head back to the den.Or take a detour into the woods.She probably wouldn’t do that, but I think she’d agree to return to camp. I draw in another deep breath. Her arousal teases my nose.My wolf snarls.Annie startles.It takes my brain three seconds too long to catch up.Underlying the rain and slick, there is another scent. Earthy, yes, but not the right earth. It doesn’t belong. I’ve smelled it before. A long time ago.I
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My grip on the pot handle tightens. Water sloshes over the sides. My jaw clenches, my guts knot, and my dry eyes burn.I can’t do this.I have to.“Justus?” Annie appears in the den entrance. She’s wrapped herself in a light pink sheet, and she’s holding a cup. “You brought water.” She smiles, padding toward me on bare feet.And then she stops. Her smile falls aways.She blinks in the sunshine, the bleariness of sleep disappearing as she takes in my grim face and desperate hold on the pot. If I had dignity, I’d find a way to smile back. Say good morning. Act like everything is fine.Her chest falls as she lets out a long, silent breath. She looks me straight in the eye. Her fear and doubt are clear as day.She’s going to ask me to take her home now.She takes a step closer to me, and then another, until we’re toe to toe. She gazes up at me, and for a second, all I can see is her beauty—her graceful neck, her delicate pointy chin, her soft, curving lips—and then I notice the expression
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“Trust me,” he shushes, the hot head of his cock already notching at my entrance. He flexes his hips and sinks into me, a groan of pure relief torn from his throat. He fills me so completely that I ache where I take him, but I love it.I pant through the strain, and he gathers me close as he thrusts, cradling me to his chest, kissing my lips, my brow, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. I start to rock my hips in time.“You’re so beautiful, Annie,” he rumbles in my ear. “So perfect for me. My Annie. Mine.”I sigh and ride his bucking hips, his cock stretching me until I feel like a glove made for him.“Come for me, now,” he growls. “Now, Annie.”Hot cum floods my womb, and his knot catches and swells, tearing a raw shout from my throat. His fingers find my clit while his fangs sink into my shoulder.I scream, bucking against him, but I’m caught, so he moves with me, hushing me.I hover another second on the edge, somehow above myself, watching his strong arms tremble as they wrap around me
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I let my hand fall and turn my head away.He snarls. He doesn’t like that.I drop back so I’m sitting on the pallet, lift my chin, and fold my arms. His wolf rumbles unhappily. He shouldn’t have let his man mess with my nest.He dips his head and looks up at me from his lowered eyes, a wolf playing at a lamb. “I’m sorry, Annie. Here it is.”He holds the pillow out.It’s a trap.Of course it’s a trap. I reach for it anyway. As soon as I grab the pillow, he yanks and falls to his back, dragging me with him. I tumble on top of him. He quickly nips the pillow from my grasp, tucks it behind his head, and grins up at me.I push up on his chest, struggling upright until I’m straddling his waist. He crosses his arms behind his head.I lean forward and try to pull the pillow free, but his head is too heavy.“Just ask nicely, Annie.” There’s a new note in his voice, a gravelly depth that has nothing to do with his wolf.I prop myself on his folded biceps. They’re hard and velvet and flexing und
