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"Our Ethan?" he chokes out. "That fucker... I should have killed him!"

Teague raises an eyebrow at him. "You remind me of Blu," he murmurs with a smile before shaking himself out of it. "It's a good thing you left him alive. If he's the same wolf, then now he's our bait."

I glance up at the moon again. My skin feels tight, feverish. Thjis's warm scent fills my senses. I turn my head away, and Sunshine hits me. I exhale, forcing my attention back to the wolves.

"No one can know you're here," Carmichael points out. "We have an advantage the longer our presence goes unnoticed."

Teague leans back and nods. "I have no plans of allowing ClearHowl to become involved in an internal pack conflict of a pack we're not even allied with. However, I want Alice... and this Ethan, if he's here."

"It'll be hard to even get him out of the packhouse. He's hunkered in deep," Rhet chimes in.

I feel goosebumps skate across my skin at the sound of his deep voice. I swallow, then swallow again. Get a grip, I scold my she-wolf. She lolls on the ground, tongue hanging out, panting softly.

"I'll do it," Ezra pipes up. "I'll get that little pissant mother-fucker out of that packhouse. I know just how to do it, too."

I close my eyes. My body is thrumming, my she-wolf languidly stretching, her tummy bloated from need. I want to lick my males all over. Their scents consume me. My legs are trembling. I'm not feeling pinpricks of discomfort anymore. I just feel full, needy.

"That's not a bad idea," Thjis rumbles next to me.

My eyes pop back open. Damnit, what did I miss? Need is pounding at me. I have to touch one of them.

"What's happening?" I purr in Thjis' ear before nibbling on it gently.

"Ah, wh-what?" Thjis clears his throat, "what did you say, baby?"

"Hmm?" I nuzzle his short beard. It's so soft.

"Well, this discussion is over. I'm going to have a chat with my brother about mypup." Teague stands up. "Little fucker, gets rejected by a weak bitch and thinks he can move in on my pup. My females. I can burn both of them in one fucking shot. Bam, bam, two dickheads dead." Teague mutters under his breath as he leaves.

I barely register the rest of the 'goodnights.' Thjis picks me up, and all I can feel is my Bear's arms and body under me.

That was fun, wasn't it? I want to do that again...

"Angel," my Blue-Eyes is kissing the back of my neck. It feels good on my heated skin. Like a soft chill sending tingles down my skin.

"Shift, Pretty. We can run as wolves tonight."

"My she-wolf will pounce on you," I warn them, slurring from between my canines. My eyes are already turning, the world going grey, growing sharper.

Soft, male chuckles greet my little announcement.

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The moon is bright overhead when I throw my head back, howling softly.

My males surround me while I shift. On paws, I stand, limbs quivering, while the hands stroke and pet me, murmuring soft reassurances and compliments all the while.

"Such a pretty female. Look how strong and beautiful you are. Perfection, my Angel"

"Gorgeous, Love. Damn, you're soft. Feel how soft our Luna is."

"You're the most amazing she-wolf. What a perfect bitch you are, baby. Perfect."

My she-wolf soaks in the attention they lavish on her. She's only really been with them when they are on paws, too. Her trust of males on feet is still practically nonexistent. Hands hurt us. She took the insult, the indignity, of our punishment harder than I did. She is a strong female, not meant for just any hands to touch.

It takes maybe a half-hour, but she finally gives in to her males' gentle coaxing. A quick flick of the tongue, a delicate lash of the tail. She's tasting their skin, taking in their scents. She starts to rub herself against their legs, their bodies, letting her Heat-soaked smell saturate their pores.

When she's satisfied, she yips loudly. One by one, they shift as she watches, tail wagging. Her gaze drifts over the large alpha-wolf with his solid pelt of grey, her big, fluffy teddy bear, and her golden ray of sunshine. She approves of her pack, but she's proud, dare I say, arrogant. She wants the best of the best, and I can feel her intention to make them earn her approval.

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