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to finish the shift.
    Nodding curtly, I stepped back, letting go of the mid-shift, allowing my wolf to rise fully to the surface. My spine arched as the change wrapped around me, forcing me to drop to four legs. Fur started to sprout, my skeleton realigning and clicking into place, taking on the form of my powerful wolf…
    “Adam!”
    Claire—? Glancing up I saw a half shifted paw slicing through the air toward my throat.
    That cheating coyote bastard!
     
    ***
    Claire
    I scratched and shoved at the arms wrapped around me, holding me tight like a straight-jacket, watching in disbelief as Marcus screwed honor, yet again, and made no move to complete the shift. He was going to fucking kill him, while he was vulnerable! I couldn’t lose him, not when I had only just found him.
    “Let go of me!” I hissed, jabbing my elbow viciously against a hard chest.
    “Now, now, Claire. Play nice and we might reward you later,” my captor’s voice growled in my ear, grinding himself against the wound in my buttock, his voice high pitched and excited.
    I bit my lip as agony shot through me, waves of nausea threatening to spill over. I swallowed — hard. Think, Claire! I screamed at myself. You can’t fight them, not like this…
    Our mate… My wolf growled her reminded, spurring me on. Think…
    He ground himself against me again, this time his excitement was unmissable, digging into my ass. I glanced to the side, the other pack member seemed enthralled with the fight, his eyes glazed and lips parted in sick fascination.
    I knew what I had to do. And quick. I sent a fleeting prayer, then gritted my teeth.
    Pressing back against him, I gyrated my hips, rubbing the length of him. The pain, like stabbing needles… I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from passing out. “Okay, I’ll play…” I whispered, trying my damnedest to sound seductive.
    A low chuckle. “Good girl, that’s more like it, some survival instincts — means you might last a little longer than the last one…Couple more minutes and lover boy will be out of the way, and we’ll have all the time we need…”
    “But, I need it now…we got interrupted, when y’all barged in, and I’m so turned on…and horny…” Can’t be sick…can’t be sick…longer than the last one—?
    He grunted behind me, his breath moist and foul on my shoulder. One hand slipped to my breast, twisting the nipple tight, and pinching the bruised flesh.
    Nearly…
    I forced a moan, pushing my chest up, into his clammy hand.
    “Fuck it…” he growled, and suddenly there was cool air on my buttocks, the sound of a fly being unzipped.
    Nearly…I forced myself to wait, watching in horror as Adam started to drop to the ground, the change nearly complete.
    Now! I twisted, my claws slashing out low, aiming for the crown jewels.
    Tender flesh tore, like a dagger through butter, and he fell to the floor, his mouth open in a high pitched scream. Bullseye!
    “Adam!” I screamed my warning, then threw myself through the air, aiming for Marcus.

    ***
    Adam
    Caught mid-shift, I tried to roll, my bones still snapping into place. It was like trying to wade through mud, gravity fighting me for every inch—
    Then a vision of honey-colored skin and midnight black hair landed on Marcus’ back, grabbing him by the jaw and wrenching his neck. Claire! She was brutal, an almost feral creature, riding on top of the coyote, her teeth bared and eyes flashing savagely, as she fought to hang on. She was glorious . Digging her claws deep into Marcus’ shoulders she clung on as he reared up, smashing her into the wall, his own claw tipped hands swiping and tearing at her exposed arms.
    Red clouded my vision, and blind rage fueling my strength, I launched myself at the sniveling excuse for an Alpha, my shift completing mid-air. I snapped my powerful jaws at his throat, aiming for the kill — but the wily dog dodged out of the way at the last second, my teeth only grazing him.
    I landed by Claire, who