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I drop my hand. Justus catches it and brings it back to his face, pressing my palm to his cheek. My skin is so clammy. My thighs clench, trying to tamp the squirmy sensation that’s doing strange things to my pulse and breath and ability to think.“I shouldn’t have left you.” I’m not sure whether he means today or back when we mated, and regardless, I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to that. My wolf snorts. She agrees with him, and she’s unimpressed that it took him so long to realize it.“I was fine.” I’m going to assume he’s talking about today.“I was afraid you’d ask me to take you home, so I made myself scarce.”My jaw drops, not much, but enough that I have to close my mouth. Males don’t just admit things. They brood or stomp around or refuse to eat the dinner put in front of them, and then you have to go back to the kitchen and play ‘guess why’ with the other females.Hold on. Back up. Focus. He bailed because he didn’t want to take me home today?“But you will take me back
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Justus winds in a figure eight, looping the other females, and then looping me. The males fall in line behind him, their wolves’ sharp yips punctuating the drumbeat.My heart thumps. The males are big and loud and close.Don’t move. Don’t breathe.Or run? Maybe run?I’m an island in a stream, and I’m scared, but also, I’m outside of it all. This is so far beyond my experience that I can’t do anything but watch and listen and try to orient myself in this strange, strange moment.Life is work, right?Bed, bath, kitchen, garden, greenhouse, beehive, kitchen, bath, bed.Work, punctuated with episodes of sheer, unfounded terror.Life is swimming, and if you stop, you drown, and if you think about what might be underneath you, you’ll sink.You don’t leave your work out on the table or your pipe on the seat of your chair. In order to dance.I don’t know how it’s dangerous, but it has to be. My soul says so.Justus passes behind me and then in front of me again. He stops, the males fanning ou
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For a minute, I don’t think I’ll say anything, but then, surprising myself, I do. “It’s just in my head,” I whisper.“Good,” he whispers back. “If I had to ask Alroy to back me up, I’d never hear the end of it.”He smiles again. I can’t smile back, but the small muscles in the corner of my mouth twitch, and I get the sense he can tell, even if he can’t see.We keep walking. The moon rises, and the temperature drops. I’m not tired at all.Toward the edge of the clearing, by the stream, we come across a group of males sitting on overturned crates, playing a game with cards and what looks like piles of buttons and human coins.“Alpha,” they all say as we pass. Justus’s wolf grumbles in his chest.“Nice kill.”“That’s one big bull.”“Can I get the tenderloin, Alpha?”Justus chuckles. “Get your own, Calvus.”“Aw, come on,” Calvus whines good-naturedly. “Play me for it.”“You think I’d trade my mate’s company for yours? For what? What’s he wagering?” Justus asks the others.“He’s laid down
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“I guess,” he answers, completely unfazed. “I don’t believe that one of us is somehow superior than the others or destined to lead, but I’d let them call me alpha all day, if it made them happy, if it didn’t make us weaker as a pack.”“What do you mean, weaker?”“My decisions aren’t any better than anyone else’s. Well, they’re better than Alroy’s, but other than that—I’m just as shortsighted, just as prone to careless mistakes as the others. I lose my temper. I miscalculate. My pride makes me stupid.” He pauses there and flashes me a look I can’t quite understand.He goes on. “And the second I let them call me alpha, half of them are going to stop disagreeing with me, and there won’t be anyone to point out when my ideas are bad. Or dangerous. A lot of them will rely on my judgment, and theirs will get rusty. If you know our history, you know what can happen.”“Whose history?” I know more about Moon Lake’s than Quarry Pack, and that’s very little. I know nothing at all about Last Pack.
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“So the other packs wanted to be like Moon Lake?”“Well, an alpha can’t let another alpha outdo him, can he? The first Alpha Fireside set his pack to building North Border. Malcolm Shaw had his build the compounds on Salt Mountain. Lorcan Bell settled by your quarry.”“But the alpha of Last Pack didn’t want things to change?”“There was no alpha. There was no Last Pack. Just a bunch of folks who didn’t want to jail their wolves and break their backs to live like humans.”So that’s why Last Pack looks so different from each other, like they could be from all the packs. They are.“So these dens—they used to belong to one of the packs?”Justus nods. “This was Salt Mountain’s. Our winter camp belonged to North Border. Moon Lake and Quarry Pack kept their dens.”Little pieces are clicking together. “And this is the way we used to live?”“Mostly. When we joined together, our ways kind of mixed.”“Is that why you steal females? Because they’re descended from the same pack?”“Sometimes.” He g
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A female like you would make weak, spindly young.I want to puke, but I don’t dare slow down, not even a little so I can bend over and retch. Justus’s steps thud behind me.I reach the narrow camp entrance and burst through, instantly losing my footing on the steep, rocky trail that leads down to the woods below. My arms windmill as I desperately try to find my balance. Justus growls.“Easy, easy,” he says, so close, too close.I don’t have time for balance, so I lurch forward, surfing the loose pebbles down the slope, keeping upright by staggering from tree trunk to boulder. Almost at the bottom, I trip on an exposed root and crash to a knee. I cry out, scrambling forward on all fours until I can scrabble back to my feet.I’m out of my mind, and I can’t stop.Sightless eyes.Green and white checkered tiles.Red blood.The voice hurls bombs at me, dredging deep in my memories, like horror is fuel, like that’s what I run on.Camphor.Rattling lungs.A white sheet almost flat except for
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I can’t do this again.My panic rises, and Justus’s wolf whines. He drops both tail and ears and wriggles forward on his belly, his furry rump working side to side.I stretch my legs straight, my shoulders slumping. He’s not going to hurt me. He’s a sweet wolf. Justus is sweet.I’m the problem.Justus’s wolf sidles up and plops his head on my thigh. He stares up at my face, the angle making it look like he’s giving me a rueful smile.“I wish I wasn’t like this,” I tell him, my eyes prickling with tears.An owl screeches in the distance, and I glance away. In that split second, the wolf disappears, and Justus is there instead, sitting cross-legged beside me, knees up for modesty.I hang my head, my cheeks heating. I was talking to the wolf. I didn’t mean to say that to him.“I don’t wish you were any different,” he says, gruff and gentle.I sniff. “You can’t possibly feel that way. I don’t.”He shrugs. “We see things differently.”That’s his story now. “‘Pathetic coward,’ remember?” I
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The aster is dangling from his hand like an afterthought. Like I’ve left him with it.How can I leave him like that? When he’s mine? When all I need to do is reach out my hand?I get a good grip on the gown with one hand, and careful not to move too quickly—he’s a big male, after all—I reach over and pluck the aster from his fingers.He glances over, surprised.I tuck my knees closer to my chest, trying to hide from a sudden feeling of exposure.A smile like a sunrise breaks across his face.I delicately sniff the flower because that’s what you’re supposed to do. “Thank you,” I say and smile politely.“You like that one?” he asks, his whole manner changing, his shoulders relaxing, the furry tips of his pointed wolfish ears perking up.“I do. I like asters.”He reaches into tall grasses around us, plucks another flower, and offers it to me, grinning. “How about this one?”“Queen Anne’s Lace.”“That’s what it’s called?” he asks as I take it.I nod. “Sometimes you’ll hear folks call it 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
