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She couldn’t wait to truly stretch and run and hunt with the pack.
    “Kelly! Kelly, slow down.”
    Alberto’s shout caused Kelly to stop dead in her tracks. Fear raised goose bumps on her arms and across her chest. No. Not now. She glanced around and her wolf went on high alert. The urge to run and hide vied with the opposite desire to confront her possible mate. Her wolf chose the later as a swift shift took hold. Fur rippled over her flesh as her features changed in a rush of fire and pain. A howl built up in the pit of her stomach and shoved up through her chest to fill her throat, only to be released in a long loud scream.
    This was a call to arms from her pack and anyone near enough would join her. Kelly dropped down onto all fours and her clothes split and ripped apart as the wolf grabbed hold. Every inch of her was on fire and in pain. A steady, hot pulse sounded in her ears. Her heartbeat raced, and she shook with banked energy.
    Alberto stopped a few feet away from her. A chilly breeze served to cool her overheated body a little. Alberto’s hair ruffled in the breeze. His brown eyes glowed in the bright morning light, but his wolf didn’t respond. Footsteps pounded up behind her. She whirled to meet the possible threat only to be confronted by the scent of cocoa butter. It was Jazz. Kelly was glad for the company. More numbers meant better protection.
    The roar of a motorcycle could be heard in the distance. Fear raced across Alberto’s aristocratic features, followed by the acrid smell of the emotion on the air.
    “Kelly, you’re safe now. It’s OK.” Jazz dropped down to a knee and ran a hand over Kelly’s head, over her all the way to the tip of her tail in slow strokes. Kelly shook her head and growled. “It’s OK, he won’t harm you.”
    Kelly gazed up into her friend’s eyes, unable to explain. In wolf form, she was only able to communicate in huffs of air, whines, and low grumbles. She paced back and forth and whimpered.
    Alberto held up his hands. “Kelly, you and I will have to have a talk sooner rather than later. You’ll have to accept that you are my mate, whether you like it or not.” He began to back away. “You will be mine, and I will be alpha. This merger will happen. There is nothing you can do to stop it.”
    Jazz wrapped her arms around Kelly’s neck, holding her still. Kelly struggled in her friend’s hold. The wolf wanted to attack.
    “Brandon is my mate.” The words rolled through Kelly’s brain as she barked out her message as best she could. She knew it was unintelligible to human ears.
    “Kelly, sh,” Jazz murmured. “It’s OK. Let me take you to Susanne’s and you can change there, OK? Let me help you.”
    Once Alberto was out of sight, the wolf began to calm down. The threat was gone. She allowed Jazz to guide her to Susanne’s. Nobody they passed look twice at Kelly in wolf form, which was a relief. Humiliation filled her at her loss of control. By the time they got to Susanne’s she was exhausted and ready for a nap.
    “You stay here in the dining room. I’ve finished the second floor and half of the first. I’ll go back and get clothes for you.” Jazz entered the kitchen area and brought back some cold cuts on a plate. “Something to help with your strength, stamina, and recovery.” She placed the platter in front of Kelly and left the room.
    The wolf’s belly rumbled. Hunger won out over any sense of self-consciousness at eating off the floor of a client’s dining room, and she dug in with gusto. Once she was done, she looked around for something to drink. The idea of getting water from the toilet like dog was repugnant to the wolf. They would have to wait for Jazz to return.
    Her ears pricked up at a scratching sound near the back door. She heard the slab of wood swing open. Alberto? Had he followed them? Kelly stilled. She crouched low to the ground and waited for her target to come into sight. She could hear the sound of paws padding very