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    once again putting herself out on a limb for him. That was twice in
    just a couple of days.
    "Well, I'll just have to think of a special way to thank her." He
    grinned, as a heady scent of she-wolf drifted down into the hole and
    filled his senses. The sun was still lingering in the sky, but Derek
    could feel the stirring of the moon in his blood. The feeling made him
    ache for Megan's caresses, her honey-sweet kisses and her body.
    Derek shook his head. "No, it's more than that," he grumbled out
    loud, engaging the moon's strange sensations within him. "I want her
    to be ... to be something more. I want her to be ... to be my mate!"
    Mate. The realization hit him hard, like a punch in the gut. Never
    in his single, solitary life had he ever met a woman who he wanted for
    both her body and her spirit. Megan McShaw was definitely special
    ... and he wanted her forever.
    "But it's impossible right now. She's keeping a distance between us
    until this Halloween moon fades. Damn it!" He swung his foot in
    frustration, kicking up a cloud of leaves.
    "What's wrong? Are you okay, Derek?" a familiar voice called from
    above.
    Hoping she didn't hear his outburst, he glanced up and cleared the
    tightness in his throat. "I-I was just letting off some steam, that's all.
    It's not easy to be stuck down here most of the day, you know."
    "I found some rope back at the cabin." She grinned, holding up a
    coil of thick rope in her hand. "Now I need to find a sturdy tree trunk
    to tie it around." Megan's face disappeared from the opening once
    again, but he could still hear her voice. "I'll help get you out of there
    in no time."
    "Sorry to be such a pain, Meg. I wasn't paying attention where I
    was running. The next thing I knew, I was staring up at the sky from
    this damn hole in the ground." Derek gave a heavy sigh. "I guess it
    could be worse, huh?"
    "Yeah, it could have been worse, but I'm glad it's not." Her voice
    drifted down to him. "Ah, here we go!"
    "What?"
    "I found a sturdy tree trunk. Now let's hope my knots hold. I must
    confess, when I was a kid, I was a really lousy Girl Scout." She peered
    down at him again, grinning.
    "You? A lousy Scout? I seriously doubt that." He chuckled, gazing
    up at her as he felt the tension of the situation lessen a notch.
    "Heads up!" she called out, tossing the loose end of the rope into
    the vast pit of leaves and dirt.
    "Got it!" Derek shouted back, the rope drew tight. "I'm coming
    up!"

    * * * *
Glancing over the edge, she saw him straining, the muscles moving
    under skin as he carefully attempted to gain footing against the crusty
    side of the hole. Slowly, cautiously he moved up several steps.
    "Take it easy," she gently coaxed. "You don't want to – "
    Before she could finish her sentence, the dirt crumbled beneath his
    foot, dropping him back to the bottom of the hole. He let out a harsh
    curse.
    "Derek! Are you okay?" Her heart was racing in her chest as she
    peered over the edge in distress.
    "I'm fine. It's just so damn difficult to climb up because I keep
    losing my footing."
    "Just hold onto the rope, then," she suggested, taking the rope and
    gripping it tightly in her hands. "I'll help keep the rope pulled tight
    while you climb. Now, try again."
    "Okay, here I come!" he shouted back.
    The rough texture bit into her palms as the rope pulled taunt. It was
    like a twisted game of tug of war – them against the pit. She heard
    Derek grunting accompanied by the shifting of dirt. Straining to keep
    a tight grip on the rope, her heart fluttered as a dirtied hand rose from
    the hole, grasping for something to hold onto.
    "Here!" she cried out, dropping the rope to grab onto his hand. She
    held on tight, afraid to let go. "Almost," she panted, her voice
    quivering with a sudden rush of adrenaline mixed with fear. Megan
    pulled on his hand as he scrambled against the dirt, struggling to get
    free. Letting out an animalistic snarl, he came up over the edge and
    lunged ahead with all his