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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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“Seriously?” Nia mutters.Pritchard’s what we call ‘all dog.’ Most shifters have some tell when they’re in their wolf form—an air of otherworldliness, an intelligence in the eye, whatever. Then, there’s folks like Pritchard. He’ll lick his butthole right in front of you.While he’s doing that, Bevan trots over to piss on a tree. When he comes back to the bonfire, he’s in human form, limp dick swinging.He holds his hands out to the fire. “We done?”“Yeah, we are.” Nia rolls her eyes. “Thanks for all your help.”“You’re welcome.” Bevan grins and scratches his hairy ass.I maneuver the Dutch oven off the tripod while Nia grabs the guys’ clothes from the branch where they hung them. She tosses Bevan his jeans and Baja hoodie and balls up Pritchard’s stuff and pitches it at him. She misses, and they land in the dirt. Pritchard noses and paws at his flannel.Using silicone oven mitts, I carry the dragon’s tongue into the Airstream and stow it on an old Weber grill I set up in the shower.W
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There’s a bad memory in every corner. There’s the bench beside the tot lot where Nia, Bevan, and I had to sit out recess for all of nursery school and kindergarten because we wouldn’t wear shoes.There’s the Dumpster behind the middle grades building that we were responsible for compacting on our first janitorial rotation. The job never rotated, but we never crushed down the trash like they wanted either. We’d hang out and shoot the shit until someone was sent looking for us.Past the big buildings for the primary school and middle grades, the various academic halls are arranged around a long, perfectly manicured lawn edged with beds of low shrubs. The first time I saw Bevan get his ass beaten by a nob was when he tore up the grass with his claws racing Pritchard to lunch in sixth grade.A convertible blows past us, and the Scurlock I’ve got by the hand takes advantage of my momentary distraction to contort himself into a mannequin with its arms and legs twisted backwards. I have to k
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At least the view is nice.Cadoc passes effortlessly to a teammate and then scores on the rebound. He’s taller, his moves are smoother, and his instincts are quicker than anyone else on the court. No one can block him.Next to me on the bleachers, Nia sighs. “I’m with you, Rosie-cakes. I’d present for Cadoc Collins any day of the week.”My face blazes, and I kind of want to smack her.“What?” She slides me a smirking glance. “You’re the one who said it.”I didn’t. Not in those words.“You have a mate,” I remind her. We’re not rehashing that conversation. Not in broad daylight when Cadoc is right there and still smelling woodsy in the best possible way.“Pritchard? He wouldn’t mind.” Nia scans the gym until she finds him squatting at the sidelines, scratching his midsection, half-watching the game and half-watching her with hooded eyes.He catches her looking, and he curls his top lip, revealing a long, sharp canine. Nia rolls her eyes.“I think he’d mind.” Pritchard gives Nia her spac
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But what can you do? The unranked have to take what the nobs dish out. If you want to eat, and you want a roof over your head, that’s pack life. Fight back and you get it worse. Or maybe your crazy cousin or uncle jumps in to get your back, and then they get it, too.Maybe the next day or the next week, they go for a walk, and you don’t see them again.I shiver. The almost invisible hairs on my arms prickle from goosebumps.Finally, Cadoc makes a pronouncement. I can’t hear what he says, but everyone quiets with expectation. Mr. Arnold blows his whistle and shouts, “Get down from there, Nevitts!”Mr. Arnold is one of the instructors who calls us by our last names for some reason. It’s dumb. He hollers Nevitts or Kemble or Scurlock, and he could be talking to any one of a dozen of us from the Bogs. We generally don’t respond. If he bitches, we say we thought he meant our cousin.Bevan, of course, ignores the command. He hoists himself back onto the rafter and walks it like a tight rope
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When I started at the upper school, nobs were still putting their gear in lockers, but at some point, they realized that scavengers can pick any lock and stuff is actually safer out in plain sight of everyone. This was their solution.But no one’s here now. Mr. Arnold is at his desk on his computer with his back to the door.The shouting outside is still going strong. I guess Bevan caught a second wind.It’s just me and the pretties.I sidle closer, and very slowly, I dust my fingertips across a phone. It lights up, and a thrill scrambles down my spine. On the lock screen, there’s a picture of three pretty blonde girls posing for the camera. It’s Brynn Owen and her best friends Teagan and Lowry. Not sure whose phone it is. Could be any of them or a mid-rank wannabe trying to claim friendship to gain status.I take a quiet, small step forward and let my fingers graze another screen. Nothing happens. I don’t want to click the button. That feels too close to wrong.I have a messed-up sen
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Nia trudges up beside me. Her face is blanched white.“How bad was it?” I ask.“Could have been worse. Cadoc took it easy on him. Bevan probably doesn’t have any broken bones. It would’ve ended a lot earlier if Bevan had stayed down.”“What was he thinking?” I know the answer. We’re talking about Bevan. He wasn’t thinking.“I don’t know. Showing off for that human probably. She’s not gonna want him now. She’s seen him puke and cry.”My stomach lurches. I hate this pack. I hate it down to my soul.Then Nia’s mouth curves, and the little diamond studs above her lips twinkle. She leans to whisper in my ear. “Bevan was totally putting it on. I’ve seen him take worse from Uncle Dewey on any given Saturday night. It was like watching pro-wrestling.”That makes me feel a smidge better. “Did Cadoc make him bend his neck?”Nia sniffs. “Of course.”“Did he make him kneel?”“Yeah. The whole nine yards.”“What does that even mean?”Nia flicks the back of my head. “Don’t you pay attention in Human
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For a second, a memory flashes into my mind—we’re pups, monkeying around on the boards, and he slips into the marsh. The water’s deep, and he’s scrawny, and his legs get tangled in the weeds. I hold him tight under the arms, and I fight to keep hold of him as he flails his legs until they’re free. I don’t let go until I’ve got him safe on the walkway again.My eyes prickle. Why am I misting up? What’s wrong with me? I’m acting like my sister when she’s got a pup in the oven.“Shit, cuz. Is it that bad?” Bevan cranes his neck to get a glimpse of himself in a mirror.I shake it off and focus. His shifter healing has already kicked into gear, and the cuts don’t go too deep. Cadoc did restrain himself. The injuries are mostly cosmetic.“No. You’re okay.” I feel his scalp, and he yelps, ducking his head. He’s got a big ol’ goose egg. “After school, come with me to Abertha’s. I’ll make you a poultice. It’ll speed things up.”“No way. I ain’t going to the witch’s.”“She’s not a witch. She’s
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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
