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snout into the stream, and drank.
    “Fuck,” she shouted as she ran to him and turned off the water. “You can’t do that. You’ll short your circuitry.”
    He hadn’t, though. He stood there, his eyes nearly at the same level as hers, and gave her a defiant glare. Slowly, she reached around him with both hands, and this time, he stayed where he was and let her explore the back of his neck.
    The switch had disappeared. She searched with the tips of her fingers all along from the back of his head down his spine to his shoulders. Nothing greeted her fingers but fur. Real fur, not synthetic. Her hands encountered muscle, not plastic. She was touching a real creature of flesh and blood. Impossible. She’d built a machine, and it… he had come to life.
    She dropped her arms and took a step backward. Apparently unimpressed with what had happened to him, Gray turned the water back on and drank.
    Of course, he’d be thirsty. She hadn’t given him anything to drink. She hadn’t fed him, either. She opened the fridge and found the steak she’d bought for dinner. After tearing it out of the plastic, she held it toward Gray. He sniffed at it and then snatched it away from her. As he dropped his front paws to the floor, he wolfed the meat down in a few bites.
    Amazing. She sank down until she was sitting cross-legged next to him. “You’re alive. How in hell did that happen?”
    He licked her face a few times and then allowed her to open his muzzle and look into his mouth and throat. No sign of the steak in there. He’d honestly swallowed it, even though she hadn’t given him a stomach or other internal organs.
    Shit. What did she do now? She’d made an electronic wolf for a reason. She had no control over this beast. She’d resisted domination by any male her entire life, and now, she’d mated with a wolf big enough to overpower her and smart enough to know how to use a faucet.
    He chose that moment to shove his snout in her crotch and sniff loudly. Her sex responded, clenching at the memory of their mating. Enough of that, and her body would shift whether she wanted to or not. Anyone passing by would hear the snapping and growling that accompanied a wolven mating. She had to use more care than that. He did, too, but as a wild animal, he couldn’t know that.
    She couldn’t keep a wolf here, and she sure as hell couldn’t keep him cooped up in her lab. What in hell was she going to do? And, how the fuck had this happened in the first place?
    The pack had had something to do with this. They’d threatened to take matters into their own hands. They’d somehow managed to force a real mate on her, after all. How they must be laughing at her expense. How proud Joe must be that he’d brought her to heel after all the years she’d defied him. Bastards. This was her life, and they ought to let her live it.
    “They’ve played a nasty trick on you, too, Gray.” She got to her feet. “They didn’t give you any choice.”
    He stood there, his ears cocked. With the empathy even domestic dogs had, he sensed her anger, and he tensed, waiting to see what she’d do.
    “I’m going to confront them and make them fix whatever they did,” she said. “They’re not getting away with it.”
    * * *
    The tingling at the back of her neck followed Cara the whole way out of her suburb and onto the country road that led to the pack’s compound. Occasionally, she’d detect movement out of the corner of her eye, but it always disappeared when she turned her head to search for the cause. Now, on what wasn’t much more than a cow path of a dirt road, the woods could hide anything on either side of her SUV. She ought to know. She’d run there, undetected by humans, her entire childhood.
    She pulled up in front of Ilse’s house, turned off the engine, and jumped out. Geraniums in window boxes reminded her of how her sister had so completely taken on the feminine role. Husband, children, and her place in the society of wolves. Nice for