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Seen it before.”
     
     
    “Oh.”
     
     
    “The biggest problem with the whole thing is, well, just watch. She’s fixing to get mad.”
     
     
    And she was. A minute later, the hair on the back of her neck stood up, and sprouted out. Her nose started to stretch. I saw her claws extend. And probably the funniest thing was the expression on his face. It was a definite ‘Holy Shit’. He started backing up, dragging her with him by the connection they had at crotch level.
     
     
    Oh, was he backpedaling fast. And that just pissed her off more because she couldn’t get her balance.
     
     
    Now, you’d think that her going crinos would help the situation. She’d grow in size, maybe be able to accommodate him better. And that may be, but more importantly, a bitch in crinos is fury unleashed. Muscled monster. She was just as likely to do a kegel and lop off his scrawny little head inside her as she was to turn around and swipe off his stupid look--at the neck.
     
     
    Either way it looked like he was screwed, in the full sense of the word.
     
     
    I had to ask, “Was it good, before it turned? He came, didn’t he?”
     
     
    My brother laughed. “Yeah, but she didn’t.”
     
     
    That made me wince. No wonder she was really pissed. That’s one of the first rules of sex. See to your partner’s personal pleasure before your own. Even I knew that.
     
     
    So, they were backing up, and both were getting mad then. And they kind’ve trampled over another couple that had been oblivious, or ignoring them. And then all hell broke out. Imagine these connected...people...spinning, trying to defend themselves from fang one and fang two. I decided that slipping away was a good plan.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    I hope I’m not boring you, but I had to explain how things are done in Pack City, so you could understand what happened to me next.
     
     
    It seemed like I should get out; maybe run a bit, clear my head. Too many visual aids for sex, and no partner to do it with. And I’m telling you, my hormone levels were going whacko.
     
     
    As I passed some males discussing world affairs, their heads came up. And I mean, all their heads.
     
     
    I had a sudden frisson of fear climb over me when one called out, “Hold it right there.” I suppose it’s the smell of arousal in the air.
     
     
    Tensing, I tried to tell myself, “Relax. This pack of dogs isn’t scary. They’ve never bothered you before.”
     
     
    But I’d never been at first shift prime before. Didn’t even realize that it had started.
     
     
    Very slowly, I turned my head, tipped it sideways and asked, “What do you want?”
     
     
    The one talking was a wolf of medium build. Did I mention that they were all in lupus, looking like wolves? Mostly, they were a shaggy lot. A little mangy. The single contingent of the pack. Good backups, not outcasts, but definitely notof the ilk my brother and Leer were. They wouldn’t have said a word to me, if my brother had been anywhere around. These were among the imbeciles in my brother’s estimation.
     
     
    They laughed. All the hoarse little humor of true dogs. It irritated me.
     
     
    Probably the shift coming on. Moodiness is one of the first signs.
     
     
    Mr. Vocal says, “Where you going?”
     
     
    I squinted, wondering, what does he care? But I didn’t say anything, just tried to judge their mood.
     
     
    That wasn’t really hard. Their cocks were hanging, pink and stiff, moist and ready.
     
     
    Now, I don’t want to sound like a snob, especially since I was born a wolf--but I’m a woman. And at that moment, my entrapment in wolf form was getting old. I didn’t like cheap thrill dogs. Correction, I didn’t want any cheap thrill from any of those dogs.
     
     
    But instantly, visions of them chasing me down, raping me, came to mind. They’d done it before--to others. Oh, nobody could prove it--but girls had cried about it.