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Book 4.5
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He leans down, but he doesnโt break eye contact for a second. I know that just like me, he wants to look his fill after being so careful all day not to get caught staring. I love his eyes when weโre alone. Itโs like someone threw the sash up and flung the shutters open, and we can see all the way into each other, as far deep as we go.Oh. A thought rouses me from staring. I forgot about the cinnamon cake. My breath catches, and my lips curve higher as I remember. Iโve brought him a present.I dig into my smock pocket and take out a small square wrapped in parchment paper. Itโs a little squished but not too bad. I hold it up. My heart sputters when his gaze drops to my hand, but as soon as he sees what I have, his eyes, creased at the corners now from the shy smile lighting his face, return to mine, and Iโm floating again.He raises a brow as if to ask, โFor me?โI hold the cinnamon cake higher.He takes it from my hand, his fingers grazing mine. Shivers zip from the nape of my neck do
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It was all an accident. John dropped a putty knife from his scaffold, and the handle clipped me on the shoulder. Clay turned into his wolf so quickly, leaping up and knocking John off his platform and into the dirt, it was almost like he flip-shifted, morphing in the blink of an eye from man to wolf, wasting not even a second in transition. No one can do that except Killian Kelly from Quarry Pack and the ferals from the Last Pack, though.The Claws found out, and theyโve been after Clay to apprentice with them. He should. Itโs a once-in-a-lifetime offer, a huge step up in rank. Heโd be stupid not to do it. Three meals a day instead of two, and eventually, a room of his own in the Clawsโ bunkhouse.My heart drops at the thought. No more kisses. No more company on the walk home. Clayโs been following me to my house to make sure I get there safely ever since I got winged by the putty knife and he told me that Iโm only supposed to help him. I guess Iโve been spoiled by the attention. Even
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โThen whatโs the problem?โ Eldrick dismisses me in an instant, turning fully back to Clay.โI build. I donโt fight.โโYou fought John Broom,โ Eldrick argues. โYou flip-shifted.โโIโm telling you youโve got it wrong. Youโre listening to bonfire stories.โโAmir saw it with his own eyes.โ Eldrick hikes his chin toward the third Claw, who nods in agreement.โDoesnโt matter. Iโm a Ditch. I build.โโIf I take the matter to Alpha Fireside, you wonโt have a choice. Ditches donโt get this kind of opportunity. Youโre a fool to throw it away for a female who isnโt even your mate.โ Eldrick talks like Iโm not even standing here so close that their noses are turning up from the stench of my anxiety.โIf youโre worried about pussy, plenty of females give it up when you start winning against Salt Mountain and Quarry Pack on the circuit. Hot females. With rank.โ Isaac sneers down at me.Father is going to hear that, too. From the corner of my eye, I see Emmett moving his lips like heโs trying to memor
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โGo home now! Get!โ Clay finally snarls, the words ringing out. Itโs a slap to the face, a switch to my wolfโs haunches. I grab my skirts, trip backwards, dodge left, and bolt with the laughter of the males and gasps of the females nipping at my heels.I run as fast as I can, but itโs still not fast enough to escape the sound of Clayโs wolf howling a clear warning in my wake.Leave.Go.Donโt come back.Not my mate.Not mine.2WRENLEEI race uphill along the switchback that leads to town, through the towering riverfront gates with the phases of the moon wrought in iron at the topโa symbol, we were always told, that North Border welcomes all shifters from every pack and continent, as long as they work and pledge their allegiance.Flying down the grand boulevard, I pass the Huntersโ hall and the library where the Books and Numbers hunch behind their big slab desks. I swerve around the big marble fountain and sprint straight through the market square. The shopkeepers have long since sto
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I force my aching, bruised body onto hands and knees. With my chin tucked and shoulders hunched, I crawl for the door. Over my head, my sisters launch themselves at Father with renewed energy, howling and screaming at the top of their lungs.โSheโs getting away!โ Emmett shouts, but heโs too far away and my sisters are too frenzied for him to get to me. Soon enough, Emmett and Dale are sure to intervene and my sisters will scatter, but for now, the males arenโt rushing to Fatherโs rescue. You reap what you sow, and they know Father would let them fend for themselves if the positions were reversed.Gasping for breath, I stagger to my feet as soon as Iโm outside. I donโt have to think. Thereโs only one place I can go.I limp as quickly as I can up the lane, ignoring the biddies peeking out their upstairs windows as I hurry past. Ditchside abuts the low wall that borders the town to the north, but you have to follow it a ways before you reach a gate. When I was a pup, I was confused as to
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I might not be strong or brave, but Iโm intrepid for a female Ditch, and if that hasnโt done anything for me yet, it will. The alternative is taking whatever gets dished out, day after day, year after year, until Iโm the one collapsed like a rag doll, half on the floor, half propped against a wall, mouthing for my young to run because Iโm too beat down to protect them.I scrub the last tears from my eyes and exhale. It hasnโt been ten seconds, but I donโt need them all. I struggle to sit up, swallowing a whimper of pain, and scowl at my dirt patch. Itโs easy enough to know what to do next.Weed.I swear a dozen sprang up in the few minutes I was feeling sorry for myself.I maneuver myself creakily to my knees and begin plucking them out by the root. Worrying about the future can wait. I canโt stop the sun from setting or the ferals deep in the woods from howling. Itโll happen no matter how I feel. Wallowing in fear isnโt going to make anything come out right.I keep telling myself tha
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โThe earth doesnโt want what you want.โ The witch shrugs. โThereโs nothing you can do.โโWhat does it want?โShe grins, and a gold tooth in the back of her mouth catches the light. โThat is exactly the right question to ask, my dear. What indeed?โ She stares dreamily at the dirt for several long moments and then she turns to me. โWhat is it that you want, Wrenlee Ditch?โClay. I want Clay Pulley.I want him to be who I thought he was. I want that feeling back, that no matter if the work is hard and hot, no matter that the day is long, he exists, and I found him, so there is something to look forward to in life after all. I want that not to have been one big, fat lie.โNothing that I can have,โ I say instead.The witch cackles again. โWell, you know what they say about doors closing and windows opening.โMy nose scrunches. Iโm not sure what she means. Youโre supposed to shut them both.โNever mind,โ she says. โItโs a human saying. I should get to the point. It seems Iโm in need of a ga
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CLAYโFocus!โ Eldrick cuffs the side of my head, but heโs got to rise up on his toes to do it.I am focused.Way down below the training yard, Wrenlee is making her way up from the very bottom of the great stairs with a full bucket. Sheโs wearing a scarf today, and sheโs stories beneath us. I canโt see her face. Look up. Look up.โGet your head in the game,โ Eldrick snaps as he huffs and puffs and bounces on his feet.I swing a lazy blow toward him which he easily blocks.โWhatโs wrong with you?โ He pummels my stomach a few times. He canโt reach much higher without exposing his own midsection. My muscles flex out of instinct. I wish I could leave them soft and feel the pain. I deserve it.Wrenlee isnโt my mate. I knew after that first kiss when she didnโt go into heat. A good male would have left it there, but I was selfish. The way she looked in the shedโflushed and happy, her shy smile, her arms winding around my neck, her tits pressed to my chest, her heart thumping through her shi
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The humans know about shifters, of course, but thereโs 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. Itโs 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 sheโs greeted by name. My mate is still shy, but thereโs 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 weโre going as we trot through the woods that run along the human highway. At first, I was sad that I couldnโt 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 donโt have to slow my pace.Alroy, Griff, and Diantha donโt have my patience, so theyโre 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. Iโm pretty sure thatโs 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.โDid you stab me with a fucking knitting needle?โ He holds it up. Blood oozes from the wound, dripping down his bare chest. I didnโt 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. โCan we just take a beat?โ Killian raises his hands, raw flesh where his nails should be.I wouldnโt have thought it possible, but heโs as battered as Justus, and he seems to be favoring his left leg, like his right canโt hold weight. Our males spar constantly. Iโve seen all of them beat up at some point, but Iโve never seen any of them mangled this bad. I canโt believe either he or Justus are still upright.โThat bitch stabbed me.โ 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 sheโs too close to dare creep closer, she huddles close to the ground, staring up and up at his tremendous mud-caked haunches. Sheโs a miniature in comparison. All the females are, and we all stare, powerless, as the wolfโs bones crack and a strapping man rises from the hulk of his beast.His blond hair shines through the dirt. Iโve seen him. Leith Munroe. The new Salt Mountain alpha.He rests his hands on his hips as if there isnโt 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? Iโm no threatโskinny and small and stinking of fear.Instead, heโs 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 donโt listen.And the Salt Mountain wolves are up to something. Theyโre edging away from the fight toward the trail to camp. Quarry Pack is so intent on the fight, they either donโt notice or donโt 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, sheโs ahead of me, bursting through our skin before Iโm ready, assuming form like sheโs 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 canโt think to attack La
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โLavender is light green this time of year. It doesnโt bloom until June or July.โโWhat are you going to do with it now then?โโMake a sachet. The scent mostly comes from the oils in its leaves.โโMake a sachet for who?โI wade through the tall grass to stand close to her and inhale her sweet rainy scent.โFor the den,โ she says, glancing bashfully up at me from under her thick brown lashes. Sheโs wearing my old sweater and another pair of my drawstring pants. Her pulse flutters at the base of her throat. Sheโs excited, too.Maybe we should cut this trip short and head back to the den.Or take a detour into the woods.She probably wouldnโt do that, but I think sheโd 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 doesnโt belong. Iโve 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 canโt do this.I have to.โJustus?โ Annie appears in the den entrance. Sheโs wrapped herself in a light pink sheet, and sheโs holding a cup. โYou brought water.โ 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, Iโd 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.Sheโs going to ask me to take her home now.She takes a step closer to me, and then another, until weโre toe to toe. She gazes up at me, and for a second, all I can see is her beautyโher graceful neck, her delicate pointy chin, her soft, curving lipsโand then I notice the expression
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โTrust me,โ 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.โYouโre so beautiful, Annie,โ he rumbles in my ear. โSo perfect for me. My Annie. Mine.โI sigh and ride his bucking hips, his cock stretching me until I feel like a glove made for him.โCome for me, now,โ he growls. โNow, Annie.โHot 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 Iโm 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 doesnโt like that.I drop back so Iโm sitting on the pallet, lift my chin, and fold my arms. His wolf rumbles unhappily. He shouldnโt 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. โIโm sorry, Annie. Here it is.โHe holds the pillow out.Itโs a trap.Of course itโs 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 Iโm 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.โJust ask nicely, Annie.โ Thereโs a new note in his voice, a gravelly depth that has nothing to do with his wolf.I prop myself on his folded biceps. Theyโre hard and velvet and flexing und
