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s sang in the trees, hidden in the deepening dusk, while insects and

ts, and prey. Gone were the synthetics of the shopping center where I worked most days, the clamoring chatter of my coworkers and customers, the small apartment where I had conf

nature amongst humans. The last thing I wanted was to accidentally reveal secrets and have the hunters co

after months of human living, she still wasn’t used to being cooped up for long periods of time and was m

r wolves in a way that was hard to control and even harder to ignore. The best soluti

, but definitely better than my final days under the power of my former chosen mate and alpha, Assho

ing the trace scents of animals all around me, but the trails were all too cold to be worth following. I was managing t

ince I did not want to draw attention to myself, alone and vulnerable as I was. I scented a moose and my wolf wanted to follow it, but I rejected that instinct. I was far stronger than a

her food, and then an unfortunate mouse that served as another quick snack. Afterwards, she was content to simply lay about for a w

d to move again. Between that light and my excellent low light vision, the for

irits in spite of the lone

ail that made my wolf pause an

f and human. The unmistakeably

latively short time as a packless rogue, I’d learned just how horrible pack wolves could be to those less fortunate. And a rogue wasn’t any better. Certainly there wer

might be harmless. Hopefully the scent was older

ing through the deepening night. Several more joined it until there was a chorus of canine voi

ifling but safe apartment. She was satisfied enough with our run and she had no desire to push our luck. I’d run here many times before

forest to sweep for the musk of predator. I was almost to where I had parked my old beater when I picked up the scent o

r. My heart pounded at the sight

irection through the forest, this time in the direction of the human city and my home. I would have to continue until I was exhausted, and it would take me hours to

ingly as I was forced to stop, hackles raised. I couldn’t beat five wolves, four of them male, but I was confident I could at least get in some damage b

a human with black hair and striking light coloured eyes that stood out against

my previous visits, and there had been no border of scent trail or any other signs to

His voice was level and calm, and for one ins

ugh it was my best bet, I had no interest in cooperating. But for now I could play along since I co

umber of trailers and outbuildings situated around the skeletal frame of a building. It was obvious that the wide open space was a rec

. Maybe it was because I now had the same scent, or maybe it was because these rogues were behaving like a pack. My wolf was s

acks were generations old and wolves seldom had the desire to start anew, but the original packs had

me, holding out a grey blanket. “Shi

yself, leaving only my face, curly black hair, and feet exposed. It would have been nice to be i

nd I did, still flank

missed being around other wolves because I felt it keenly as well, but this was

care about

ore than adequate, with a strong jaw and dark hair. The ink of a tattoo wound up his bicep an

he feeling affected me on some level, but so did my memories of the last alpha I had dared to trust. I had given him ev

ance was like a dream I couldn’t remember come to life, and now th

worth trying

breath. The scowl marring his forehead, confirmed the wisdom of my original misgivings. Al

emotion and it reminded me of the way Asshole Dane had looked at

ed a mate,”