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I suck down a deep breath and comb my fingers once through Kennedy’s silky coat to calm my nerves. Even amped up with aggression, he tolerates it because he’s got my back. I can’t be that much of a loser if I have a friend like Kennedy. That’s just facts.I’m not the problem. He is.I square my shoulders and trip down the incline to the shack, my blood pounding in my ears. I don’t knock or call out. I stride straight through the door, wearing my righteous indignation like a suit of armor.The fire is blazing in the hearth.A huge wolf is splayed on his side in front of it, the flames glinting off his bronze coat as his flank rises and falls with the rhythm of deep sleep. I hold my breath. His wolf is freaking huge. His body spans almost the entire breadth of the shelter.My wolf squeaks out the barest, terrified whine.His wolf rouses, and there is a second frozen in time when his sleep-muddled golden eyes clock me, and I think, “That’s my mate. He’s beautiful.”And then his pupils sn
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Darragh’s wolf seriously wanted me dead. If Kennedy had been seconds slower—I shudder, and then I can’t stop. I shake so badly that I couldn’t unbend my legs to stand even if I could get them to follow my directions.Una smooths my tangled curls and hums under her breath. “It’s over now, Mari. You’re safe.”No, I’m not. What if Darragh’s wolf hunts us down? What if he’s out there now, waiting for his chance to finish me off?“We need to get in the house,” I mumble, and despite the shivers convulsing my body, I force myself to roll onto my hands and knees. Pain stabs my side. I grab the railing while Kennedy wedges her shoulder under my armpit, and I haul myself upright. I’m so focused on getting inside that I don’t notice the new arrival until Annie gasps.Did she materialize out of thin air? One minute the path was empty, and the next, Abertha is there, a patchwork bag slung over her shoulder, palms raised like she means no harm.“I heard you met an animal in the woods,” she says. “
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“Mari—” Una says. I shake my head and line the needle up again. I blink to clear my vision.Quiet steps come to stand beside me, and tentative fingers dab my cheeks with a wadded paper napkin.“Thanks, Annie,” I say.She pats my forehead like a nurse, even though there are no tears there. She stays by my shoulder while I finish the job, jabbing my own flesh, breathing through the sharp, piercing pain as I tug and pull with the needle driver to tie off the ends.When I tie off the last suture, I collapse back in the chair and examine my handiwork. The stitches are uneven. The knots are a haphazard mess. There’s no bloody, gaping gash in my side anymore, though.Annie pads back to the kitchen and returns with a tray and tea. Una joins Kennedy and me at the table, and Annie passes out the cups and saucers. Abertha, who had been keeping a respectful distance, drops her bag on a chair and ventures over to sit with us.I’m too exhausted to ice her out.Annie pours. Abertha takes a small sil
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Darragh’s throat bobs. “Abertha says you’re okay.”She left here and went to him. They talked about me. He talked to her. The cold black pit inside me yawns wider.“Are you okay?” he asks.The wound in my side is hot, and I guess it hurts, but I don’t even register it as pain. I can’t feel anymore. I won’t.“You’re safe. He can’t—I won’t let him near you. I swear.” His voice is gritty and raw, his face bloodied, his golden eyes wild and tortured, and I don’t care. The black pit is overflowing like floodwater, like a thick fog, numbing everything.A very calm and clear voice lists out facts in my head. He sent Abertha to you. He didn’t come himself. Then, he talked to her about what his wolf did, and he got into a fight, and hours later, he comes to stand outside your house to tell you that Abertha says you’re okay.He is not your mate.The black spreads until it doesn’t exist inside me anymore. It is my insides. This is reality. I don’t have a mate.And yet, still, without conscious i
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“Mari!” Kennedy pokes her head through the door. “He says he needs to give it to you.”She’s trying to make it not sound dirty. Still, Lucan snorts and mutters, “That’s what she said.”Kennedy drops her straight face and snorts, too. I really thought she’d hate Darragh forever out of solidarity, but at some point over the past four years, the whole night we almost got killed by his wolf became an epic adventure in her mind that she always retells when we get drunk. She still shit-talks him to my face, but I’ve seen her from a distance, giving him a chin dip when he deigns to come to camp.That’s fine. I don’t need anyone else to hate him. I’m holding onto this grudge hard enough to make sure he’s never in a position to hurt me again.“Uh, Mari?” Kennedy calls again. “He’s not going anywhere.”He will if I keep ignoring him and chopping carrots. He’s only ever passing through. He’ll never just stay gone, but he’s never around for very long, either. It’s like he picked the perfect way t
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“Okay.” I stand there with my hand open, and he’s right there, so close I notice the button missing on his flannel and the frayed collar of the undershirt beneath it. The nick on his neck where he evened his beard. The way he’s holding himself so stiff and still, and how he’s so much bigger than me, than most of the males in the pack, and how that makes me feel small and intimidated and mad and confused.How his wolf is totally silent in his chest.“I don’t know why you needed to tell me. You could have told Kennedy,” I mutter, head bent, staring at the concrete patio because it’s too much, trying to read a face that gives nothing away, avoiding eyes that have seen me like no one else ever has.For a moment, I think he won’t answer, that I’ll have to take the sack from him and turn my back on him and go back inside. Which I can do. I’m not scared of Darragh Ryan.“I’ll have elk next week,” he says.“I don’t need it. Just give it to Old Noreen.”“If not elk, definitely venison.”My wai
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“I’m a modest dude. Think about it, Mari. You could be having reliably average sex. In a world of uncertainty, you shouldn’t dismiss that kind of offer out of hand.” He cocks his head.Annie groans under her breath.“I suppose I shouldn’t.” I pretend to eye him up, letting my gaze drop meaningfully from his lips to his chest to his pile of beets. I raise a dubious eyebrow. “I guess I could add you to my list for consideration.”“That’s all a male can ask for. Due consideration.” He winks and grins wider, returning his attention to his beets, attacking them with the bread knife, sawing them into a huge, shredded mess.Before the failed coup, Lucan was a dickhead like ninety-nine percent of Quarry Pack males, but even though he’s slightly sleazy and more trouble than help in the kitchen, he’s grown on me. He’s not going on any list, though, no matter how desperate I get.Annie elbows me. “Want help with those?” She nods at my bowl of clean, wet potatoes.“Thanks.” We set up our usual as
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That’s why Kennedy and I decided to keep it to ourselves when we first sat down and made a list of all the males we know from other packs. We itemized their pros and cons and had pragmatic discussions about whether being a rich asshole from Moon Pack is disqualifying for reasons of rank solidarity, and if North Border is too far to go for a one-night stand.There was no clear good choice, and we were getting ready to settle for a dude drawn at random, when Lenox landed in our lap.It was karma. There was this guy that Kennedy played online with, and he just talked like a shifter. I played the game for a few weeks while we were trying to figure out how to smoke him out. Since the coup, nothing interesting has happened, so deducing that “flowb4bros” was one of us was a big thrill. Eventually, Kennedy worked up the courage to ask him point blank what pack he’s from, and he said Salt Mountain.And then he asked for my number. He texted me immediately, and we’ve been talking every day sinc
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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
