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head out of your ass and get back to work,” Creed barked out from the top of the landing. His alpha was all riled up and pissed off about something, but hell if Matt knew what. Above him, Creed’s dark eyes narrowed, and he spat before he jerked his chin toward the skyline hooks that dangled on the hill between them.
    Matt couldn’t even pop off like he usually did when Creed was being an asshole because this time his alpha was right. He’d been distracted all day. And working distracted on a jobsite like this would get him or one of the other Gray Backs hurt. Or worse.
    He had to stop thinking about Willa. She was just his nerdy little sidekick friend who was going to point him in the right direction to which one of her friends he should bang first.
    But that kiss last night against the camper…
    Sheeyit.
    A five-foot-nothing, smart-mouthed, pissed-off, lightweight, four-eyed geek was giving him a monster boner, and she wasn’t even here.
    Maybe he should stand her up.
    His bear snarled inside of him, and the sound rumbled up his throat before he could stop it. Easton was up on a log tying a thick wire cord around the middle, but he turned his blazing green eyes on Matt the second the first rattle of his growl sounded. Double shit. Easton was crazy. Rule number one around a crazy grizzly shifter: Don’t growl.
    “Easton,” he said low, hands up as he backed down the side of the hill slowly. “It wasn’t a challenge.”
    “You growling at me, Gray Back?”
    “Okay, technically you’re a Gray Back, too, so that insult doesn’t even make sense.”
    Matt crouched down as a massive silver grizzly exploded from Easton. Easton? His momma should’ve named him Beaston. Well, fuck it then. Matt hadn’t had a good fight in at least twenty-eight hours, and this was an acceptable distraction away from his lady problems, so okay.
    Matt closed his eyes and let the animal have his body. A snarling, ravaging bear burst from him as his skin burned from the ripping Change. Easton, the man, might be crazy, but he was no match for a bear like Matt’s. Matt’s animal had been forged from agony, taunted and tortured by IESA until the fear switch had been flipped off.
    Matt’s bear was a monster, and Easton was about to get some new scars.
    He shook off the last of his ripped clothes as Eason charged down the hillside toward him. Matt caught the full force of him in the chest and latched onto his neck, sinking his long canines into his scruff until he tasted warm iron.
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” Creed yelled from the ridge above. “Again?”
    Hell yeah, again . He and Beaston hadn’t managed to establish who was more dominant yet. Second in the crew should’ve been worked out long before now, but for whatever reason, they were locked in this constant battle.
    Matt’s footing slipped on the piles of felled lumber as he and Easton bit and clawed each other until their fur was matted with crimson. Stupid mother fucker didn’t know when he was beat, and now part of his ear was torn and hanging off. This right here was why their bears couldn’t figure out who was second to Creed. Beaston would fight to the death if Matt allowed their dominance battles to go on too long. He’d fight back until he was unconscious and bleeding out, and then wake up and be ready to redo the fight again the next day as though he hadn’t lost.
    Not that Matt was complaining. He loved this shit.
    Matt raked a claw down Easton’s back, but roared in pain when the other grizzly sank his teeth into his leg. Pulling, ripping, snarling, Easton pushed them both off balance with his powerful hind legs, and they fell onto a pile of loose lumber. Aw, hell.
    Logs slipped and rolled alongside of them as they fought, locked up. Above them, Jason and Clinton were yelling something Matt couldn’t understand. Pain blasted through him as a log landed on top of him and bounced down the mountainside. They were picking up speed, but Easton didn’t seem