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notice.” He was closer with the park ranger than any of the Gray Backs. She’d saved his life when poachers came after him, and at the cost of her humanity. She was a shifter because her mate, Jason, had Turned her to save her, but she bore the same bullet-hole scars he did. Harrison usually checked in on her while she was on patrol around his territory, but he’d been steering clear so his shit mood wouldn’t worry her. “I’ll make it right, but it’s not her I’m here to talk to.”
    Creed’s eyes narrowed. “Who?”
    “Your resident worm farmer.”
    Creed shook his head and turned back to his work on the bobcat. “No can do today, Harrison. It’s bad timing.”
    Bad timing? Everyone looked happy enough. The Gray Backs were cracking up as they ate that atrocious-smelling food. Jason was gagging while Gia clapped him on the back and barked out a laugh. There was a big, hand-painted sign strung between two of the trailers that said Happy Pre-Baby Party, and the table was decorated with pink and blue balloons. Tiny, nerdy, red-headed Willa, the worm-lovin’ woman herself, was sitting on a lavish, toilet-paper-decorated throne with a crown and a scepter as she ate what looked like a cracker with mustard and sardines.
    “Is Willa pregnant?”
    “No,” Creed muttered. “She and Matt decided they are ready to try for a baby, so apparently that decision warrants a party.”
    Matt sat in another make-shift throne with a huge swollen belly that Clara, Damon’s mate, was covering in strips of dripping paper-mache. And as Matt took a deep swig of beer, Aviana was painting Future Alpha over the swell of his stomach.
    “Is Matt wearing a pregnancy belly?”
    “That he is. And my totally normal crew is currently eating all of the insane pregnancy cravings Willa has imagined she will have. The cake is made of capers and beans.”
    “Barely Alpha!” Willa called out to Creed. “Come try this banana dipped in pickle juice.”
    But when her eyes landed on Harrison, she said, “Eeee,” stood slowly, then began tiptoeing toward her trailer.
    “Bangaboarlander-dot-com,” Harrison called out. “Willa, we need to talk.”
    “I think I’m having Braxton Hicks contractions,” she called, clutching her tiny stomach.
    Creed sighed an irritated sound and said, “Good God, Willa, come here.”
    She hunched her shoulders under his command. “Fine.” She kicked gravel and pouted the entire way to Harrison. “You’re going to ruin my party.”
    “You ruined some lady’s life, Willa, so I don’t have sympathy for you right now.”
    “What lady?” she asked too innocently as she shoved her thick glasses farther up her nose.
    Harrison handed her the printed stacks of conversations Willa had with Audrey under the guise that she was actually Harrison. “Audrey showed up to Shifter Night the other day, thinking I asked her to come.”
    Creed yanked the papers out of Willa’s hand and began to read them.
    Willa’s little pixie face morphed into a dastardly smile. “She showed up then?”
    “Yeah, but why the hell are you running a website with fake accounts for me, Bash, and Clinton? Bash hacked your site, and it has hundreds of hits on each of our made-up profiles.”
    “Okay, okay, okay, I can explain. I started Bangaboarlander as a way to prank Clinton because he’s a whiney B-hole. Please tell me you saw his profile.”
    “Yeah. Clinton Fuller, age twenty-eight, nymphomaniac, giant penis, no STDs, wants tons of kids, loves to give flowers and cuddle, immediately ready for a mate, net worth: a billion dollars. And then you listed his actual phone number.”
    Willa laughed, holding her belly as she doubled over. “I love that part. Have any of his admirers called him?”
    “All the damned time. He threw his phone into Bear Trap Falls the other day and then lost all control. He changed for an entire day and has been on a tear ever since.”
    Willa pursed her lips and stifled another round of giggles.
    “This