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both the man and the wolf residing within. It took only a few seconds, the briefest of moments for my wolf to settle a bit under his gaze. There he was; the man who’d led me into more fights than I could count. Who’d looked me over in that same intensive way nearly every day since I’d started hanging around the Feral Breed den. The leader who loved his brothers and was hard on us in equal measure. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed that quintessential Rebel-inspection until I was the subject of it once more.
    I calmed under his gaze, knowing my pack was coming back together after being apart for too long. “If you mean, do I think I’m going apeshit; no, I’m fine. I’m feeling sort of twitchy—maybe it’s the coming full moon.”
    Rebel continued to stare at me, still in his concerned-leader role.
    “I thought shifters weren’t affected by the full moon,” Charlotte said.
    “They’re not.” Rebel gave me one more full review before he huffed. “As long as you’re sure you’re stable.”
    “Solid. As a rock.” I pounded my chest twice, grinning when Rebel rolled his eyes. “Sorry for the smart comment, Charlotte. I’ve got a bit of a soft spot for the old man.”
    “No worries. I’ve got a bit of a soft spot for this old man as well.” She pointed her thumb at Rebel. “The old ones really seem to know how to screw with your brain.”
    I chuckled as Rebel growled and lifted her into his arms. “Old man? I’ll show you an old man.”
    I turned and left them to their mating haze. Whatever was happening between them—good or bad—they didn’t need me witnessing it. I hoped Charlotte and Rebel would find time to settle things with Beast, if only because I knew how much being judged for his appearance bothered him. Not that he’d say the words. Beast was filled with as much testosterone and male pride as the rest of us. Admit a weakness? Never.  
    But I knew.  
    I hurried to the third cabin in the string, still feeling the need to go wolf and get a little exercise. I hadn’t been exaggerating when I said something was making me twitchy. I had a sudden urge to shift, to run, to hunt for…something. I just didn’t know what that something was.  
    Apparently, Beast felt the same as his black-as-pitch wolf form was already sitting on the steps to his cabin, his muzzle in the air.
    “I swear, sometimes it’s like you can read my mind.”
    Blue eyes met mine as he turned. He chuffed once, an irritated sound, then got to his feet and growled.
    “Yeah, yeah. Give me a second. I don’t want to mess up these jeans.”
    I ran inside the cabin next to Beast’s and tossed my duffel bag on the bed. Within seconds, I was naked and staring down at myself. At my dick to be precise. I was hard. Not semi or chub-like hard, but fully and totally erect. For absolutely no reason. And every hair on my body was standing on end.
    “What the fuck?”
    I ran my fingers over the head of my penis and down to the base, but something didn’t feel right. Which was damned ridiculous. My own hand should feel just fine. I’d been jerking myself off since I was twelve. My hand had long been my most reliable and consistent partner. Yet right then, as I tugged and swirled my thumb over the tip, the sensation felt foreign.  
    I huffed and thought about my options. I could jerk it—try to rub one out before heading for a run. But with the way my body was recoiling from my own touch, I doubted I’d be successful in anything other than giving myself a rash. Plus Beast was waiting, and he’d know exactly what I’d been doing if I wasn’t outside in about six seconds. I could shift and hope it went down in the process. That had worked before when I’d been interrupted while in the company of a shewolf at the denhouse in K-zoo. Making your bones break and reform in the blink of an eye had a way of deflating an erection.  
    I opted for option two and prayed like hell that I didn’t end up with a red lipstick boner