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Her heart began to beat a little faster She’d always been intrigued by them and the dynamics of packs, prides, flocks, et cetera She loved their anilide rather than walk And, hello, shifting into an aniht?

The trailer park where she’d lived as a kid had been close to a wolf-pack territory So li she was one of the she was surrounded by people ould care for and protect her

Gas also fascinated by the whole true- To have someone made specifically for you--someone ould never betray you, never hurt you, and would always cherish you--would be so special She envied them that

As they climbed the steps and reached the wraparound porch, she stood with a polite s one of you is Mr Devlin" Yeah, she played it cool The blond e, but he really didn’t need to know that Honestly, she wasn’t brought to her knees by looks anyway She’d grown up around perfection, so she was pretty s all had that "it" factor Gwen didn’t

"That would be ain locked on her

A lesser fe Okay, it did unnerve her just a little Nonetheless, she walked toward the shifters, unable to help ad the way Zander held himself He stood tall and still, his solid shoulders back, his head held high and ever so slightly tilted in a gesture that seemed both cool and self-assured

"I’ that distantly polite voice she reserved for guests

The dark wolf tipped his chin, eyes s, just looked at her with a blank expression Well, wasn’t he a bag of delight

"Good to et you checked in"

Zander opened the front door and gestured for her to enter first With a quick nod of thanks, she walked inside and straight over to the reception desk

At thata wide smile It would be easy to look at Yvonne’s appearance and ju conclusion--to think that the Botox injections, perfect hairstyle, sliure, and inches of makeup on her dark skin meant she was vain and shallow With Yvonne, it wasn’t vanity; it was insecurity Her second husband, now deceased, had trashed her confidence and left her with a false, distorted ie of herself

Gwen and Marlon had shielded her fro her to see how bad things were Yvonne wasn’t stupid, though She knew things were much worse than she’d been led to believe, but Yvonne was theher head in the sand

"One of you ht hint of a Caribbean accent

Zander gave a curt nod

"I’ her short, dark corkscrew curls, she studied theht? I can always tell Can I ask what kind?"

"Wolves," said Bracken

"My Gwen loves wolves I don’t mean wolf shifters; I mean wolves--she’s always been fascinated by the she doesn’t like wolf shifters, you understand She’s always liked shifters, always been interested in--"

"Is there a way toat her in consternation The roupie or so--" Yvonne cut off as the phone began to ring "Excuse me," she told the wolves and then picked up the phone