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you told her that!”
    Maggie had gone into town to run errands earlier, but now she was outside waiting for us, obviously nervous.
    “Did you get a nap?” I asked her. She had to work tonight and she was going to be exhausted.
    “A little one.” She looked at Dozer. “What happened?”
    “It’s handled. Let’s get Britches through her test and then we’ll talk.”
    I’ve learned not to ask questions. The fact he came back and didn’t tell me something had gone wrong, meant it was handled. If he wanted me to know more, he’d tell me. The men don’t talk about club business and asking just irritates them.
    Evie came out of the basement, and Dozer nodded to Maggie. “You and Evie stay on the porch. If she loses it, I expect you to keep her on the porch. If she comes into the yard, I’ll dole out consequences to you as her mother, not her as a child — get me?”
    Maggie nodded and Dozer looked to me.
    “I’ll strip with you, but I intend to stay human so I can talk you through it. I won’t change unless you lose control, and if I have to then my wolf’s gonna make your wolf hurt.” He put his arms around me and his mouth to my ear. “If you pass without my having to come down hard on you, I’ll take you to bed with me for the night and we’ll have fun. If you don’t, you’ll stay in the cell and I’ll sleep by myself.”
    “You’re staying the night?”
    “Yeah. Randall’s coming tomorrow to finish cleaning up the mess, so I’ll stay tonight to make sure no one bothers you. Shouldn’t be a problem but I’d like to be sure.”
    Randall? My heart stuttered in my chest. “I thought we’d have two weeks?”
    “Couldn’t be avoided. We tried. I’ll stick around so you don’t have to face him alone.”
    I took a breath and said “Thanks,” instead of the millions of questions running through my head. All lone wolves have to ask permission to live in the Alpha’s territory, and I knew I’d have to face Randall eventually — but I’d wanted my control to be better. He was going to want me to join the Pack and I wasn’t ready to turn him down yet. I needed more time.
    At least I’d have the rabbit test behind me, assuming I passed it.
    Dozer sat in a chair and worked his laces loose, and I pulled my dress off, moved a few feet away, and went to all fours.
    When I change with intent I almost always know who and what I am when I take my first four-legged step. It’s when the wolf takes over and I don’t mean to change that I don’t always know who and what I am.
    I paced a little as I waited for Dozer to get his clothes off, go to the pen, and return with a rabbit.
    At the first scent of the bunny, the wolf-mind threatened to take me over. It was as if I hadn’t eaten in years and was suddenly presented with the best delicacy on Earth. I forced my logical mind to stay in control, though, and dropped to the ground a few seconds before I stood and paced again.
    Dozer walked to the enclosure — a five-foot wide and four-foot tall circle made of chicken wire all around and across the top. He lifted one side and looked at me, and I walked to it and ducked under. He settled the bunny inside with me and dropped the edge.
    The wolf had no idea what thirty minutes meant, she just knew she had to stay in here with the rabbit a long time without hurting it, scaring it, or eating it.
    I did okay at first, lying with my nose touching the chicken wire while the bunny was somewhere behind me trying to be invisible. I could hear its rapid-fire heartbeat, and the smell — oh-my-god the smell — but I managed to keep from turning around and chomping it.
    But wouldn’t you know it — I’d gotten a suicidal bunny who decided curiosity isn’t just for cats, and the damned thing made its way around the circle to sniff my fucking nose. I wasn’t supposed to scare it, so I chuffed to try to maybe alarm it enough to back off, but it leaned against my front leg and got comfortable.
    I looked to Dozer and