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much I’d consider it.”
    “ It’s bad form to kill your alpha. You know that. Besides, you’ll get laid sometime soon. I can feel it in my bones. I’d say ‘my bone,’ but you know how it is; that particular member’s not usually all that active when it comes to horny heteros.”
    “ It’s a good thing these tourists don’t know you’re a flaming he-wolf or you’d become a novelty in and of yourself, cutie,” smiled Kyla.
    “Jazz hand shifter, ” said Jay as he made the gesture, hands beside his face, shimmering them with splayed fingers. “I’m the most threatening kind of all. A wolf who likes show tunes and sequins.”
    Their conversation was interrupted by a commotion near the pub’s front door and the crowd seemed suddenly to part like the Red Sea. Kyla looked over to see what all the fuss was about, and she soon understood.

Two
     
     
     
    A man was making his way through the crowd. Normally this wouldn’t be cause for excitement. Well, unless he were Tristan, the pack’s large, now famous alpha. But this guy wasn’t Tristan, and nor did he look like he was part wolf.
    H is frame was enormous; broad-shouldered and muscular. His skin was the colour of caramel and his hair and eyes were dark. Stubble coated his square jaw, giving him a rugged, somewhat mysterious look. The white cotton shirt that he wore was unbuttoned halfway down his defined chest, and a black, tribal-looking tattoo was visible on his dark skin. On his lower half he wore tight-fitting jeans, covered mostly by dark brown chaps which drew Kyla’s eyes to his denim-coated crotch. Dried reddish mud caked his hiking boots.
    “Jesus,” said Jay, who’d turned to observe. “He’s a tall drink of water, isn’t he?”
    “Um,” was all that Kyla could manage.
    Jay turned to look at her.
    “And you just went moist, didn’t you?”
    “Um.”
    In fact, the she-wolf felt a stirring that was unlike anything she’d ever experienced for her pack mates. Heat radiated through her voluptuous form and seemed to set tle on the most sensitive point between her legs, which was telling her that it had a mind of its own and was currently calculating the mathematical odds as to whether it would find a way to persuade its owner to wrap her legs around the god who’d just walked in.
    The word “horny” didn’t begin to describe wha t Kyla was experiencing at that moment.
    “ Who the hell is he?” she asked when she could finally form a sentence.
    “Other than the sexiest man alive? I don’t know. But boy howdy, I’d like to get my teeth into him.”
    “You and me both .”
    “You should go over and talk to him. Buy him a beer.”
    “I couldn’t. I’m too…shy,” said Kyla even as Jay slid out of the booth and began to walk. “No, no, no, what are you doing?”
    She was too late. Jay had already gotten halfway to the man.
    “You need another beer,” he shouted back over his shoulder as he made his way through the crowd. “And possibly some sex.”
    The stranger was now standin g at the bar, where a pocket of space had formed around him. The tourists seemed unwilling to get too close, and no wonder. He was daunting, even to a powerful wolf shifter. The largest man around, usually, was Tristan, but he and the other male members of the Longtooth pack were more sleek and streamlined; powerful in their speed and grace. This man was a tank, and not to be trifled with.
    “Hey there,” said Jay as he approached. Unlike the humans, he felt more curiosity than fear of the stranger.
    “Hi,” said the man, turning to look at the slim, blue-eyed male who stood before him. The visitor’s body language conveyed an air of caution, but not coldness.
    “Three beers, Cam. Two for Kyla and me, and one for this fellow,” said Jay, turning to the stranger who, he realized, was even larger than he’d appeared to be from across the room. “You’re not from around here,” he added.
    “No, but you are, I see, given that you know the