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smelled anything better.
    When it was over, she lay there, basking in the most
incredible sexual experience she’d ever had. Darkness settled in around her and
a small part of her brain told her she needed to return to her pack. There
weren’t a lot of them but possibly she would be missed.
    Finally, Mariah stood and walked from the scene from where
she’d fucked three Cariboo lunewulf. As she descended the mountain, the
smell of her over-sized Cariboo male wrapped around her. Mariah glanced over
her shoulder. She searched the darkness, taking in each shape until identifying
it as a tree or boulder. No matter where she looked she didn’t see the male who
had first fucked her.
    His scent continued with her until she reached the
fast-flowing river where she’d caught the two fish. Mariah walked toward it
then dived into the icy water and washed all proof from her body of the most
incredible sex she’d ever had. When she got out, shaking hard from the cold,
the smell of her large Cariboo was gone.

Chapter Two
     
    Four days later, Mariah and her pack stopped again. There
was a different smell in the air tonight. Each time they’d quit running before,
they’d remained in their fur, taking time to change into their flesh and remove
the clothes they had bound around their necks and wash them in whatever stream
might be close by. Tonight, however, her pack changed into their flesh and
stayed that way. They had arrived just outside Prince George, a town where a
large lunewulf pack had agreed to allow Mariah and the other survivors
from Whitehorse to settle and build new dens. Their exodus had come to an end.
    Mariah changed into her flesh just as two single males
rushed across the field. She spun around, her instincts still on high. They
weren’t as strong in her human form. However, sniffing the air got her a nose
full of surrounding emotions from members of her new pack. Arthur Fullest hadn’t
yet buttoned his jeans and his feet were bare as he ran toward Michael Ragston.
    “I can smell the blood lust.” Farah Berg curled her toes and
grinned, her teeth still elongated and pressing against her lips. “The males
will be eager to fuck tonight,” she whispered.
    Mariah finished yanking her tank top right side out before
pulling it over her head. Marcy Engel, Mariah’s cousin on her sire’s side,
shoved long strands of blonde hair behind her damp shoulder and looked at
Mariah. Her cousin was just eighteen, almost ready to run with the grown lunewulf. With their lives changing so drastically, there probably wouldn’t be an
induction into adulthood for her cousin.
    Normally Marcy’s sire and mother would run with her to the
group of males and females who were unmated. The pack would all be there to
watch as the young female left her litter and broke into a run with the rest of
those unmated in their pack. However, all of them had run together for over a
week, and Marcy would join whichever group she wished. There was no one to
present her to the world as a single female ready to mate.
    “Do we get males?” she mouthed.
    A couple of weeks ago Marcy never would have dared ask such
a question. There wasn’t a male in their new pack good enough for Marcy. Mariah
didn’t see any males around her she would sniff after. None of them would
satisfy her.
    Being in her fur for so long had been invigorating. Fucking
the three Cariboo lunewulf was an experience she would never forget.
Part of her wished she would see her Cariboo male again. His intense silver
eyes still burned in her brain. She could close her eyes and feel him buried
deep inside her.
    She needed to get him out of her head. Worse yet, she needed
to quit getting wet every time she thought of him. Marcy might believe the
desire she smelled on Mariah was simply anticipation of invigorated males after
their fighting. The thought of taking on any of the males around her after
they’d attacked every other male they could in an effort to lay claim to the
title of pack