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to follow it. Plus, the council couldn’t keep writing her off if she proved herself as an asset. And she was no novice when it came to hunting vampires. So she slipped into the thick trees surrounding the meadow.
    Her nose led her to a wide stream where the scent died. It was too deep to cross in wolf form. She contemplated shifting, but crossing the cold river naked in October was suicide. She may not have the best judgment, but she wasn’t stupid. And she didn’t have a death wish.
    She turned around to head back to the meadow then froze when she spotted the black wolf staring at her. Dangerous steel blue eyes withered her with a you’re-in-deep-shit look. If she was human, she’d have sighed. She knew that look all too well, having been on the receiving end since joining the pack only a year ago. It wasn’t her fault. She’d been raised outside pack hierarchy. The adjustment from her liberal, rule-free upbringing was difficult, to say the least.
    A whiff of the air and she withered further. The wolf glaring daggers at her was none other than the pack beta she’d sparred wit h a few days ago, Sorin. Had he been spying on her?
    Before their disagreement, she’d admired him. Her wolf instincts perked up in the presence of any strong, masculine figure – a natural urge to mate with a man who could protect and provide. Though the human woman in her scoffed, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, even if he was a barbaric, sexist, arrogant jerk.
    The black wolf inclined his head in the direction of camp then growled. Yeah, yeah, she got the message – get your ass out of trouble, young lady. Granted she wasn’t centuries old like many werewolves, but she wasn’t a child either. She’d just recently hit her prime at twenty six and stopped aging.
    She started forw ard then halted when the wolf jumped into her path. They stared at one another for a long, uncomfortable moment. If he thought she would belly-up for him, he was barking up the wrong tree. She’d been told she had more guts than sense. It would probably cost her, but she remained standing, averting her eyes, but still on her feet.
    Fina lly, he bit her muzzle. Hard enough to shock her, but not hurt her. It was so very wolfy. She had the urge to bite him back but even she knew better.
    Chagrined by the chastisement, she trudged toward camp. Sorin escorted her the whole way. She wished he were in better spirits. She sorely needed some fun and would’ve loved a race. But with his current mood, he’d probably assume it was a challenge and bite her again once he caught her. If he could catch her. The temptation to find out was almost too much.
    As if he could read her thoughts, he growled. What now? He nudged her side and she realized she’d walked right by the trail to camp. She changed directions and plodded the rest of the way, feeling like a criminal with Sorin watchful behind her. He even walked her to her cabin and sat down at the bottom of the stairs. If he thought she’d shift naked in front of him, he was out of his wolfy mind.
    S he waited for him to leave. He didn’t budge. She growled. He growled back.
    Werewolves weren’t modest creatures, having grown used to shifting in front of each other frequently, but something about being naked here and now, in front of Sorin, made her feel especially vulnerable.
    But unless she planned to stay furry all night, it appeared she had no choice. A cold ripple swept through her body as her muscles bent and flexed and she stood human again. She spun around and pulled on her jeans and sweatshirt as fast as she could.
    “Could you at least turn around?”
    He just stared.
    Dressed and slightly warmer she reached for the doorknob to the cabin. A growl made her turn around again. He glared at the porch chair then back at her. A lower, fiercer growl erupted when she didn’t respond.
    He wanted her to sit in the chair. With a sig h, she obeyed.
    “I’ve never seen a wolf manage to sound so bossy,” she