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“Yeah, but not here.” Cadoc’s smartwatch is in my backpack which is back in my locker. Nia keeps her bag with her. She doesn’t care if Mr. Arnold hassles her. I don’t make waves if it’s not a big deal.A memory claws its way into the forefront of my mind. My guts cramping, my throat convulsing, my body utterly out of my control as Cadoc stood silent and unmoved, staring at my back as Brody sneered, “Did you put a pup in a Bog rat’s belly?”I seek out Nia’s golden eyes, anchor myself before the pieces come apart.“What is it, Rosie-cakes?”“I didn’t think—” My bottom lip wobbles so badly that I have to bite it until my teeth make an indent. “I guess I thought, if it came down to it, he wouldn’t—”I search for the reason why I thought Cadoc Collins wouldn’t let me down. Because his wolf kept me company when I foraged? Because he slept on the ledge behind our trailer?Oh, Fate. It’s so clear now. He was tracking me because I was going into heat. I saw Pritchard do it with Nia, Geralt Pow
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But it’s like I’ve come to the end of a road—no, the end of a bridge like the one Nia, Pritchard, Bevan, and I watched being built that summer before we moved to the upper school. The nobs were having it built, and we loved to watch as it stretched from one bank to the other, closer and closer every day.There was a point when it was about halfway done when Bevan started talking about jumping the river on his bike. Every day, he’d go on about whether he could make it, or if he should leave it another day.Finally, after a week of listening to Bevan run his mouth, Pritchard showed up with his bike, pedaled as hard as he could from as far back as he could, and while the construction workers shouted and scattered, he sailed for a brilliant moment against the blue sky before he plummeted into the river with a mighty splash. We still bust his balls about it.I feel like Pritchard on that bike, facing a yawning chasm, palms sweating, heart pounding.I’m never the one on the bike. I’m always
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Sadness drags my heart, threatening to drown it, so I straighten my spine. That’s the past. I’ve gotta think about the future. Figure out how to stitch a new one from whole cloth.I’m seated on the yoke of the canoe, and the bar is digging into my ass. I’m hungry because I haven’t eaten anything today since the baked apples, and I’m also nauseous, especially as Pritchard navigates us further from shore and waves rock the canoe. It doesn’t help that my brain occasionally vomits up Brody Hughes saying “virgin holes,” and Cadoc saying nothing at all.I squeeze the metal bar and grit my teeth. Soon enough, Pritchard and Bevan pick up speed to land us ashore. We’re right where the trail to Abertha’s veers from the lakeside path.Bevan hops out with a splash and drags the canoe onto the narrow, rocky beach. I pick my way down the seam, careful not to tip us. When I’m on shore, Bevan heaves Pritchard back out onto the lake, and we watch him paddle back toward the Bogs, speedy and silent exce
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And also, despite my fear, a certainty is settling on me. This is the right path. Maybe it comes from my wolf’s blasé attitude or what Abertha said, but in the part of my not-at-all-magical-self that knows where the moon will be when the wind blows the clouds clear and where the dragon tongue grows in the thickest brush, I know I need to go.“I’ll come back.” I know that, too.Bevan shakes his head, sniffs to buck himself up, throws the door open, and swings himself down. “We siphoned a few extra cans of gas for you. They’re in the trunk.”“Thank you,” I say as I slide over to the driver’s seat.“What are you gonna do out there?” Bevan asks as he peels off his shirt and drops his drawers.“Make maps. Forage. Birth a baby.” Puke. Cry. Go crazy.“We took up a collection. You’re stocked when it comes to food for a few months, at least.”For a moment, a sadness intertwined with love replaces the iciness in my chest. A cut in rations will hurt the Bogs even more if I’m driving away with ou
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I crook my finger for Brody to come on. He surges forward like his string’s been cut, full steam, high on whatever his bootlickers have been saying to give him the balls to step to me.I let him go to town. I eat the pain. I fall, and I drag myself up again. He’s got fists like anvils, and the Great Alpha Broderick Moore’s brute strength.He’s also got no instinct, no technique, and no fight IQ.“Cadoc, man—” Seth mutters from the sidelines. His voice hardly makes it through the fog.Cuts knit together as Brody breaks new skin. I call the wolf. Welcome him. Scream his name.The whites of his wild eyes flash at me from the other side of the thick glass pane as he throws himself against the boundary. His contempt for me burns like acid.Well, fuck you. Shift, then. Take the body. Shift.Brody’s foot drives into my gut, and I fly into the ropes while my wolf howls soundlessly.Damn you.Brody stomps my knee, and it shatters, the plate sliding loose under the skin. I welcome the wolf, arm
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I’m the enemy.My eyes burn. My fists clench, but there’s nothing to swing at.I fucked up, and my arms are empty.I had her, and I let her go.My father, my mother, Howell Owens, every instructor I’ve ever had since I could walk has beat me with the shame of failing the pack. Failing in my duty. Failing in judgment. Courage. Foresight.They were all wrong.There’s no greater shame than this, and the shame is nothing compared to the fear.Rosie couldn’t fight her way out of a paper bag. She files her nails short and paints them. Pink. I don’t think she can even run in human form. She sits on the bleachers when we do sprints. She needs me.And I can’t live without her.A shadow darts in the woods beyond the barren patch where the trailer was.“Rosie?” I step forward, heart leaping.“No.” A hovering form in a white dress appears between two rowan trees, their bare branches outlined by fresh snow, the berries red in the moonlight.The witch.Her long silver hair and thin white gown float
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It’s several minutes before the witch’s scent catches our nose from above. My wolf trots toward the tree line and lifts his muzzle. She’s up in an oak, perched on a limb, legs dangling, watching. Her eyes are pitch black again. Considering.My wolf lowers himself to sit, his every muscle taut, the fur along his spine prickled. Snowflakes land on his wet black nose. He sneezes.The witch’s lip quirks. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Cadoc’s wolf. I wasn’t sure you’d ever really exist. A potion to lure a pup into being is one thing, but a wolf is a different matter altogether.” She brushes snow off her shoulder. “I am a witch of uncommon power, though.”She slides off the limb, floating the fifteen feet to the ground, landing face to face with my wolf.There’s a moment when my wolf considers her, and she searches his eyes. Something flashes across her inscrutable face—recognition? Pity? I can’t tell.I would beg her if I was in my human form, but my wolf doesn’t bend his neck. He waits.
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My nerves are on edge. If I weren’t stiff as a board and freezing to death, I’d be jumpy, but as it is, when I hear the faint step or skitter of rock, I clutch the quilt tighter and try really hard to think about anything other than the fact that I’m all alone, no one knows where I am, and I’m practically human.And it was all my decision.The first one I’ve ever made, and I guess it was the right thing to do—no one is coming anywhere near my baby out here in the wilds—but in the day-to-day, I traded misery with company for night terrors, boredom, itchy skin, and a Pandora’s box of shitty feelings that I can’t open—I can only smack it with a metaphorical stick every time it rattles around in my brain.I hate Cadoc Collins.I hate what made him, and I hate what he is, and I hate that unlike Brody Hughes or Geralt Powell or his father, he doesn’t look and act like a villain, so you let your guard down.I hate that I’m such a cream puff that I went “la, la, la” and threw myself off the m
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The Tyrant alpha 484
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
