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I see you again?”
    “ It’s probably for the best if I don’t ever see you near the territory boundary again,” he said. “But I will admit that it was a pleasure to have been able to meet you tonight. I far prefer the company of a beautiful young wolf than that of my testosterone fueled pack mates.”
    Sienna smiled in an effort to hide her disappointment. “Well if I do happen to be out for a run at night, and I see you there on the other side of the boundary, then I’ll know it’s fate that we’ve met again.”
    The stranger chuckled softly and shook his head without saying another word. He turned away from her and shifted into a powerful and stunning white wolf before loping off into the trees and disappearing into the night.

C HAPTER TWO
     
     
    Moonlight filtered through the bare branches where Sienna ran along the boundary stream’s edge. She knew it was dangerous to be in this particular part of the forest so close to Silverlake territory, but in the last month of following this same trail, she’d yet to come close to being caught by anyone. Careful to avoid anything even remotely resembling a trap, she bounded up onto a slight rocky outcrop, pausing and panting from her exertion.
    Every night she ran now. Every night she found a way to free herself from duty and exhaustion in the hope that she might run into the white wolf who’d saved her and helped her home. His penetrating blue eyes where there every time she closed her eyes, and she’d awoken in a start more than once with a wetness between her legs and an ebbing sensation of sensual pleasure. On these nights, she dipped her fingers down into the furry patch of her pubic hair, teasing the swollen bump of her clit and imagining what might have happened at the strange wolf come into her cabin after all. She pictured him there on top of her, his hands on her body, and his hot breath on her neck. She rubbed her fingers in firm and steady circles, biting her lips and moaning softly as she climaxed to the memory of the way he’d held her after rescuing her from the vampire.
    The daylight always dawned with her alone in her bed, worn out from her long run and late night self-fulfillment. Now, standing and looking over the vast section of forest that was forbidden to her and any of her Blackstone pack mates, she wondered if she’d ever see her white wolf again. She knew deep inside that they could never be together, but that didn’t keep her from coming out night after night in the hopes that she might catch a glimpse of his perfect white fur gleaming in the moonlight.
    Sienna turned and ran back the way she’d come, disappointed again, but not completely without hope that she might see the stranger again soon. She could feel it in her gut in a way that she couldn’t have explained to anyone if she’d had someone she trusted enough to tell. There was a sensation of knowing inside her. She was certain that she and the white wolf would meet again, even she didn’t know how or when.
     
    Life in the pack might have seemed easy going to an outsider, but there was a thread of subtle nuance that rippled around the pack members like an electric current that never shut off. There was a chain of command leading from the alpha down to the youngest pup, and although no visible signs of this hierarchy were evident, every wolf knew their place in the pack, or they were harshly reminded of it the second they dared step out of line. Of course, outside of the alpha’s position, everyone else fought for status like warriors or politicians might. The males tended to prefer brute force to display their dominance over other wolves, while the females employed gossip and rumor to do their dirty work.
    Sienna had never had any tolerance for the games her pack mates played. She didn’t care about power or standing in the pack, and she would be damned if she’d ever stoop as low as some of the females did when it came to putting down a supposed friend just to gain a