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Last Pack ? They’ll tear you apart. She’s beginning to see the issue. A high-pitched whine rises from her throat, and she continues to creep backward, her belly dragging in the dirt, a fresh wave of fear perfuming the air. Justus squeezes his eyes shut, the tip of his nose flushing red as if the…

I turn to see Justus’s reaction, and my heart jumps into my throat. The crowd behind me is five deep. I am well and truly surrounded. Justus shrugs like the idea of taking Killian Kelly out isn’t ridiculous—or out of the question—and says, “It wasn’t exactly planned.” The one called Khalil snorts again. “Well, what…

He growls. “I’m not the alpha.” He strides forward, picks up my wolf and the little gray pup, and tucks one of us under each arm. “You don’t need an alpha to tell you what to do. You need common sense, so some of you are out of luck, but that doesn’t mean I need…

“I’m not the alpha,” Justus grumbles. Diantha smirks. “Then we’ll take her with us. Since you don’t have any say. Since you’re not the alpha.” She’s baiting him—the male she calls alpha. He’s getting annoyed. She better shut up. Someone will get hurt. The pup is right there. “I’m her mate,” he says. “She stays…

On purpose. He ran a circle around me. In silence. In no time at all. I’m no match for him. Scream. Drop. Cover your belly. Cover your head. I cannot be in this body, on the ground, small and powerless. I reach into myself and fling my wolf into existence. I’m a quicker shifter than…

I gasp at the memory and stumble where I stand, alone in front of the shed. Shame burns my face. The voice is playing dirty. I’ve walked by the river since then. Only a few months ago, during a full moon, Kennedy stayed on Quarry Pack territory for once and shifted. When the pack took…

“If he’s like his brothers, he’s got a good bit of meat on his bones,” I say and rip off his head, pitching it aside. Her eyes bulge. I slide a claw under his pelt at the shoulder joint and do my best to peel him like an orange. It’s not my best skinning work,…

She smells like rain on dry earth—like petrichor, my favorite scent, ever since I was a pup. I always loved thunderstorms. I hike her a little higher in my arms so she’s closer to my nose. Her scent is subtle, easily overpowered when we walk past a pine or a rotting log. I breathe her…

Because of my hurt pride. Fucking pride. Shit. Did I shout or growl at her back then? Maybe, yes, maybe I did. Afterward. When she told me she didn’t really want me, and I was disgusted at myself and angry at her. What did I say? Horrible things. I can’t remember my exact words, but…

I hate playing Fate. After two minutes of shaking, I let the jar sit for the requisite two additional minutes. While the last of the bees give up the ghost, I survey our little kingdom. Abertha is off on her travels, so her cottage windows are shut despite the warm weather. There’s no one around…