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She gives me an equivalent of the “wait a minute” finger, and then she launches into a fierce diatribe that makes Killian’s wolf slink backward and lower his muzzle. He looks like a very sorry killer wolf.And then she gives a sniff, and she lets me take over again. Now I’m sitting in the dirt, naked, covered in blood. None of it is my own.Killian immediately shifts to male form.“Shirt,” he barks at the field of moaning males. Some have managed to get themselves upright. Not a single one has dared try to leave.The nearest male peels off a blood-stained polo shirt and holds it out.Killian and I both stare at it in disgust.“I won’t wear it,” I say at the same time Killian throws it back at the male.He leaps to his feet and stands in front of me, shielding me from view.He coughs. Every pair of eyes are glued on him. A fog of dread hangs in the air. They know the moment of judgement is here.“All of you. Go back to camp. And decide. If you stay here, you’re Z-roster. You’re trash c
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I scent Gael and Tye on the wind, hanging back, but following. Guarding us. And for some reason, I catch a whiff of Kennedy, too.I don’t have the chance to puzzle that out before Killian pulls me through the entrance to the cave we call “the overlook.” It opens facing the old quarry. There’s a view of the emerald green rainwater collected at the bottom, and in the distance, the wooded hills that lead to the border of our territory to the south. It seems high above the world, and when there is a moon illusion, it feels like you can reach up and touch it.The ceiling is low, but Killian can still stand without stooping. The caverns go back a long way, but you can’t tell from the first room. It’s like any other cave with a narrow split in the rocks at the back.I haven’t been inside in years. There aren’t cozy nests on frames strung with ropes or fires with kettles hanging above on tripods anymore. The space has been swept clean. There are waterproof plastic tubs along the walls. I gues
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My lips curve. Poor Last Pack. Always lowest rung on the shifter ladder. And yet here we are. In our bare skin, in a den. No different than them.“If you listen, and you watch, you pick stuff up.” Killian places my hands on his shoulders, and then he lifts my bad leg to wipe off my foot. I wiggle my toes. He grabs them and squeezes. “Behave.”“It tickles.”“I’m quick.”“And bossy.”He arches an eyebrow. He looks so damn pleased with himself.“You’re not the boss of me. Just so you know.” I put more of my weight on his shoulders as he lifts my good leg.“I know.”“I’m not going to stop selling mushrooms.”“You’ve got more?”“I’m going to grow more.”“Okay.” He places my foot carefully back on the smooth rock floor, and he sits back on his heels, gazing up at me. He’s smiling, amused, and his cock is hard.“And any female who wants to sell things at the market, can.”“Agree.”“And we need a rotation for laundry and kitchen duty. One that’s fair.”He nods.“And if a female wants to fight
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“Do you want the pool?” He stands, lifting me, and strides over to the pool to lower me in. The water is cold, and I sink down until it licks my chin, but it’s not enough.He steps in after me, and I turn, climb him, gnaw at the beautiful mark I’ve made. He rinses my hair with palms full of cool water.“Killian.” I rise up, try to sink down on his hard cock, but he twists to the side.“You need to build your nest. And you’ll need food and water. I have to go back up and get some. It’ll only be a minute. Okay?”He’s frowning, and he’s talking nonsense. Except the nest. Yes. We do need that.I push out of his arms. He lets me go, but he follows close behind. We’re dripping on the rock, and I slip, but his hands are already on my waist, steadying me. The pile of blankets is not very big.“Don’t move. I’ll be quick.” He’s at the crack leading out of the cavern. My wolf snaps at him to stay.“But you’ll need food.”My wolf growls. I swear it sounds like she says if he leaves, she’ll chew h
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He’d probably be pissed if he knew the girls and I have dedicated the locked backroom of the old greenhouse to growing mandrake, hemlock, and henbane. The more I learned about Killian’s defensive efforts—the patrols, the contingency plans, the bunker under the commissary—the more I realized the threat from Last Pack and Moon Lake isn’t as far-fetched as I thought. If they are ever dumb enough to come for us, we’ll have more than fangs and claws to greet them.Banning me from the gym was our first major fight, though. It ended with Killian buying me a Subaru and building me a raised garden in our backyard. I don’t remember exactly how it unfolded. I was shifting to my wolf a lot, and we were not using our words.On the porch, Tye sighs, sinks to the sofa, and takes out his phone. “We’ve got a reconciliation match in a half hour,” he calls over his shoulder.Those were my idea. You can’t leave ten males in the proverbial doghouse forever. You need to provide a path back to the pack’s go
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ROSIE“Oh, I got one, I got one.” My best friend Nia sways back on the log, corn whiskey sloshing in her mason jar. The fire spits orange sparks into the cold night air. “Would you rather fight a hungry bear shifter or a moon-mad wolf?”“No such thing as a bear shifter.” I lean over the Dutch oven hanging on the tripod, stirring in time with the beat of the metronome I set on a tree stump. My arm is killing me.“There was no such thing as a wolf shifter until the Great Alpha led us out of the closet back in the day.” Nia burps into her flannel sleeve.“I wouldn’t fight either one. It’s a losing proposition. I’d run.”Twenty more strokes until it’s Nia’s turn again. My biceps are gonna hurt like hell tomorrow. Dragon’s tongue boils down as thick as tar, and it somehow manages to smell like both ash and ass.“You suck at this game, Rosie-cakes. You have to pick one.”“No, I don’t. I’d feed the bear. Problem solved.”“Quit looking for ways out of making a decision, dammit. Bear or wolf?
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We’re grown now.We know that life in Moon Lake Pack is a game, and it’s rigged, and while we mean our promises, we don’t often get to keep them in the long run.The gold in Nia’s eyes dims. I’m bringing us down. No call for that. Morning is an hour away, and reality’s gonna take a crap on our day soon enough.“Okay, I’ve got one.” I clear my throat. “If you had to get stuck half-shifted for the rest of your life, top half wolf or bottom half?”“Easy. Top half. I’m not giving up human sex or wolf eatin’.”“Is it really that good?”“Which?”“Either.”“Yeah.” She smirks. “It’s good. Oh! I got one.”Her eyes are back to shining.“Cadoc Collins or Brody Hughes?”My heart goes thump, and without warning, warmth spreads through my chest like spilt tea on a tablecloth. My chilly toes in my boots, the icy tips of my ears—they’re on fire.Thank goodness I’m sitting in the shadows. I know I’m bright red. I’m the world’s worst blusher. Best blusher? Whichever, it has to be some kind of medical o
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“No, but for the purposes of this game, and to shut you up, yes—a please is all it takes.”We both sit with that for a minute.Eventually, Nia says, “You know, I don’t think Pritchard’s said ‘please’ once in his life.”Her mate is sprawled on his back, paws up, big ol’ balls dangling in the dirt, tongue lolled. Nia sighs.Poor Pritchard. He means well.“My turn,” I say. We need a change in conversation. “Would you rather—”“I don’t want to play anymore,” Nia interrupts, her shoulders slumping. That’s how she gets when we get on the subject of Pritchard. He’s not the mate she would’ve picked for herself. They say Fate doesn’t make mistakes, but Nia and Pritchard are pretty clear evidence to the contrary. “How much longer?”I squint toward the east. A gray gloom is rising beyond the glittering glass and metal Tower where the high-ranking five families live. “Maybe twenty more minutes.”“And then what?”“We lock it in the trailer and let it cool.”“And then?”“Tonight, we grind it to pow
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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
