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leader did little for her.
    But it was the process in creating their new pack. Mariah
was as anxious as everyone else to claim hunting ground and finally have a den
to call her own. They’d been in this valley surrounded by the Canadian Rockies
for only a few hours when the handful of lunewulf , who’d been sent into
Prince George had returned howling the good news.
    All of them were in their flesh now. Happiness, lust and
excitement charged the night air as males and females of different ages began
to form a misshapen circle. Mariah walked a short distance through the litters
and stopped when she found a place where she could see the fighting everyone
else was watching.
    Arthur raked thick, slightly changed fingernails across
Michael’s bare chest. The male howled in pain and fought to regain control of
the fight. Arthur punctured flesh and dark red blood smeared down Michael’s
front. The male jerked around, twisting his torso and struggling to get Arthur
off his back. Arthur was more muscular but he didn’t have shit for brains.
Mariah hadn’t realized either of them had escaped the fire. Neither of them had
ever smelled that compelling. She watched, mildly interested until the smell of
warm, fresh blood tickled her senses.
    Instead of it forcing her attention to the fight, it sparked
her insides to life and she imagined running back through the mountains until
she found her Cariboo male. It had been tough leaving that next morning,
several mornings ago, which had made her smell foolish. Fortunately everyone
around her had been busy preparing for the day’s run and had given her little
attention. It was possibly the only advantage to being in a pack where she
barely knew anyone. Everyone she used to run with every night was dead. But
when they were alive, Mariah and her friends would howl about the males and
females who would casually fuck someone without caring how they smelled. At
least she’d leapt deep into the incredibly cold mountain river to wash and rid
herself of the three males’ scents.
    Although sometimes she swore she still smelled her Cariboo lunewulf .
No one commented, so she was safe. If any of these strangers had smelled a male
on her, they would have questioned if she were mated. Once they sniffed out the
truth, they would howl to each other about it and her reputation would be
tarnished. All single males with no scruples would chase after her, thinking
she would lift her tail for anyone.
    There was always howling of male and female lunewulf fucking
other lunewulf without intentions of sniffing them out again. Their laws
and traditions might be to the letter and antiquated, but that had never
stopped the promiscuity. Maybe not all but some single males and females
ignored the law stating once a male and female had sex together in their fur,
they were mated for life.
    I can smell him even now , she caught herself growling
under her breath.
    It was true though. Their traditions mentioned that if a
male and female had sex, and they loved each other, their scent would never
wash off the other. Well, she certainly didn’t love this Cariboo male. Hell,
she didn’t even know his name. Mariah understood why his scent lingered ever so
slightly on her. It was because she kept thinking about him. The other two
males’ scents were no longer on her. As erotic as it had been having three
males fuck her, only one of them had truly captured her attention.
    Mariah caught herself staring at the mountains to the north
from where they’d run. She returned her attention to the fight when Arthur
grabbed Michael’s arm, pulling until it snapped free from the socket.
    “Owww,” Michael wailed, his voice sounding inhuman when his
body fought to defend itself by taking on its more powerful form.
    Mariah had grown up with these two males, and although they
were all of age now, neither appealed to her. The fighting would continue
though. Their pack needed a leader, and until one was selected, many of them
would