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about?” She felt fine, except for the
    numbness creeping up her right side and the increasingly heavy feeling in her head.
    “Great. You’re already in shock.” He dropped his shoulders slightly and picked up speed,
    calling out a series of yips that reminded her of the vocals she’d heard earlier from the packs.
    Another voice answered from just over the next rise, and Caden launched them both over the
    small protrusion, landing beside their truck.
    He shuffled her into Talon’s arms before yanking open the door and grabbing some
    clothes off the nearest seat. “Next time, maybe we should hide some supplies in the park in case
    we have to shift before we get back to the truck. It’s bloody cold out here without any fur.”
    Talon climbed into the backseat with her huddled on his lap. “Hey, I warned you that all
    of your brilliant ideas end in pain and suffering.”
    “No, you said we always get shot at…need I remind that no bullets were involved.”
    “Right, because fighting off a hundred and fifty pound cougar was so less threatening
    than a gun.”
    “Hey, we outnumbered the beast. It wasn’t even a contest.”
    Talon feigned annoyance, glancing down at her as Caden donned the last of his clothes.
    Talon’s eyes sparkled a deep gold in the waning light, and she found herself relaxing against
    him, content to drink in the heady scent of the forest mixed with the warm essence that was all
    him.
    “Hey, sweetheart, don’t go to sleep on us, yet.” He gave her a gentle shake. “We need to
    fix you up before you close those beautiful baby blues.”
    “Please let me be dreaming.”
    Talon smiled, and her stomach flip-flopped. The man was dangerous on a bad day and
    down right deadly when he smiled. God help her, but she wanted to kiss him. Wanted to take
    those full, pouty lips with hers until she could taste the spicy scent filling the truck. She could
    picture it, the long lean body she’d watched materialize in the snow pressed against her as
    Caden’s strong form moved in from behind, wedging her between equally hard cocks. Two sets
    of hands would caress her body, each taking their turn discovering her most sensitive areas—the
    sensuous curve where her breast joined her side, the delicate hollow at the base of her neck, or
    the soft spot behind her knee. Heat rose in her cheeks, and the world dimmed slightly.
    Talon’s smile turned carnal and he bent closer. “Keep looking at me like that, and I might
    forget you need medical attention when I strip off your clothes.”
    Caden reached back and slapped Talon’s head with a handful of bandages. “Try not to
    scare another life out of her, and hold this on the wound. We need to stop the bleeding so we can
    stitch the cut back at the ranch.”
    “Do you think we should take her to the hospital instead?”
    “Do you really want her mumbling about us turning into coyotes when she’s under the
    influence of Demerol?” Caden leaned back and started the engine. “We’ve stitched our fair share
    of lacerations. It’s best if she stays with us until we have a chance to explain things when she’s
    more coherent.”
    Rebecca grunted and tried to push herself up. “You do realize I’m sitting right here.”
    Talon held her tight when she tried to roll off his lap. He raised a finger and shook it at
    her. “Just lie still.” His eyes softened. “Please.”
    The low timbre of his voice soothed something primal inside her, and she relaxed against
    his chest, savoring the feel of his fingers against her skin, even if it was to hold a thick piece of
    gauze in place. She took a deep breath, snuggling into his warmth as the truck lurched forward,
    the low drone of the wheels along the snow-packed gravel lulling her into a groggy daze. It
    wasn’t until a swirl of cold air buffeted her face, she realized Talon was carrying her up to their
    house, the tell-tale howl of a lone coyote echoing in the background.
    Talon glanced down at her as he jogged up