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I sigh. This is why I don’t lose my temper. If you’re the one who has to fix things, it’s not nearly as satisfying to tear shit down.Flora’s face comes to mind, unbidden. Not her beautiful, drowsy eyes when she’s sucking cock, but her expression right before I said what I did. She was looking to me to protect her.She thought I would.And all I could think about was Bram fucking Blackburn.There’s a busted chair missing two legs by my feet. I grab it and throw it through a piece of sheetrock hanging by a thread from a wall joint.It doesn’t do any good, and it doesn’t make me feel any better, and ain’t that just like me these days?Acting like I’ve got no sense.Breaking things I’m responsible for tending.Fucking things up past all possible hope of repair.OceanofPDF.com4FLORAI’ve never visited the gray wolf’s den before, but I know where it is. Every pup has been warned to steer clear unless you want to end up filling her belly as she uses your bones as toothpicks.I figured ou
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My wolf wants to slowly back away and bolt as soon as she’s clear of the entrance.The gray wolf smirks and wraps herself in a white cotton robe, tugging the belt tight around her taut waist, and lowers herself regally into a rocking chair. She gestures toward a low couch. She should look like a grandmother, but with the fluidity and elegance of her movements, it feels like she should be in a cocktail dress with a martini in one hand and a slim cigarette in the other.I take a seat, sinking into the plush cushion to the point that my feet dangle an inch above the floor.She raises her thin, arched brows expectantly. I fumble in my pocket for my wad of money, raising it like it’s a ticket.“Put it there,” she says, gesturing to a coffee table made of a slab of wood set on two overturned apple crates. I awkwardly bend forward to drop it. How did she even get the furniture in here? I scan the space, but I can’t find another entrance.“So you want to get the heck out of Dodge, eh?”I’m no
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“But after, I can walk away? Or am I tied to him then?” I feel the bond flow around the hand I’ve still got pressed to my chest like sand through a sieve.Her lip quirks. “You can walk. Run. Whatever suits you.”I nod. I don’t expect anything to be easy. Nothing ever has been. “So is there a place where I can go?”“There’s a place,” she says. “A new pack. A brand-new alpha. It’ll be a hike. Several days on foot.”I shrug. I’m on my feet all day, every day. How much harder can it be to move in a forward direction than to stand in one spot?“Can I go now?” I ask. “Today?”She nods, rising to her feet. “I’ll draw you a map.”She makes her way to a delicate writing desk pushed against a wall. When she has her hand on the drawer, she looks over her shoulder. “Nothing except the mate is guaranteed, you know that right? You can walk all the way there, and when you settle in, it might all go to shit, and you might get nothing you want. It might be worse than here. You might cry yourself to sl
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There are some handmade toys in the cage, chews I think, carved from wood. Wheels and tops and one shaped like a carrot with tooth marks scored along the side. It looks like the same workmanship as the hutch.I can’t see Miss Nola fetching the wood and tools and whatnot. I bet Flora made it.A slow warmth rises in my chest where that thing is lodged. My mate can whittle.I’ll have to move the rabbit down to our compound. That’s not gonna go well. Some cousin’s gonna get drunk and eat her.I could lay some traps. I smirk. Now that’s a silver lining.The rabbit pokes her head out of her box, sniffing the air, whiskers trembling. Brave little thing. She can’t mistake the scent of a predator. Maybe she’s gotten accustomed to it, being around Flora all the time.Where is Flora?I’m sure she knows I’ll be coming here, so she’s probably not rushing back from whatever Miss Nola sent her to do. She’s mad. Hurt. Even if I couldn’t feel it in my chest, it was etched on her face. She’s never been
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See if I can scent Flora.My wolf whines. He wants to go, too, but not that way. He’s straining, all his focus to the south.How much longer can she be? She’s like me. She doesn’t have friends, and she’s not one to shoot the shit.I roll my shoulders and tug my shirt a few times to air myself out. It doesn’t help much. I’m soaked with sweat.I trot up to the front door and give it a quick rap. This time, it opens right away, like Miss Nola was standing right next to it. She still keeps it on the chain, but I take a few steps back to give her space.Her expression is different, a bit less hostile, a touch more confused.“Is she going to be back soon, ma’am?”Miss Nola doesn’t answer right away.“If you tell me where she’s gone, I’ll just go find her there. I need to go to the shop. Get some screws for that trunk of yours. The hinge is falling off.”I don’t know why I’m running off at the mouth. It’s not like I’m intimidated. It’s just that Miss Nola’s wariness doesn’t sit well. It make
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So I force myself to focus on the present. My poor feet. How hot I am. Whether I should take off my T-shirt and tie it around my waist with my hoodie. The breeze would be amazing, but what about ticks? And the sticker bushes?I keep trudging forward, slower as the hours pass and the sun disappears behind the craggy peak of Salt Mountain. I’m hungry. Miss Nola packed almost everything she had in the cabinets, but it didn’t amount to much, and I want to stretch it out in case it takes me longer than several days to get where I’m going.At this rate, it’s going to take a month.I’d shift, except I don’t know if my wolf would carry the pack. She’s bounding around inside me, excited about the new smells and probably still amped from her first run. She’d have the energy to do it, but I don’t know if she’d understand what I want her to do. I try to explain it.Carry backpack.She races closer to the boundary between us, tongue out and ears up.Bird!Other bird!I sigh. There are a lot of bir
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Alec’s wolf smells delicious, like a crock pot of mulling spices and a thick, warm puffer jacket during the first snowfall of winter. It stirs a feeling in my stomach, an anticipation edged with a strange nostalgia. I’m missing something I’ve never had. I inhale as deeply as I can. I want to keep it in my lungs.“You’re going to get into trouble.” I bet no one but the laundry is going to notice or care that I’m gone, but Alec is a different story. His family, at least, will come after him. He’s their chance at the top spot in the pack. They won’t like it if they find him with me.“You’ve got to go back,” I tell him as I scratch and nuzzle. It feels like I’m talking to an old friend I never had.Alec’s wolf whines, ducking and craning to lick my forearm, my nose, under my chin. I giggle. It tickles. “Seriously, you have to go back. You’ll get me into trouble.”The wolf’s ears are pricked, so he’s listening, but I don’t think he understands. He’s all over me, snuffling the crook of my n
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I look down. I’m still pointing the knife at him. My arm is shaking like crazy. I drop it to my side.I want to burst into tears—my eyeballs prickle like they’ve got sawdust in them—but I can’t, and I won’t, not in front of him. Not ever.I don’t know what to do, and I don’t want to look at his body, so I bend over and pick up the can of cashews with my free hand.That’s Fluffa. Obsessed with food. So obsessed she’ll eat off the ground.My face burns, but I’ve started, so I finish and pick up the package of cookies, too, tucking them and the nuts back into my backpack. No one is here saying those words, and if Alec’s thinking it, I don’t care. What he thinks doesn’t matter.I realize I’m done putting the food away, and I’m still glaring at the ground, holding the knife in a death grip, shaking off mean words no one even said. I’ve been trained to say the things to myself, and until this moment, it never even occurred to me.Alec clears his throat.I startle again. My brain sails from
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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
