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human form.
With no other choice, she held her ground.
    “Jenny, is everything okay?”
    Gwen felt the nudge of the dogs’ bodies against her calves.
“Easy,” she whispered.
    Jenny’s lips curled back to reveal long canine teeth on
either side of her incisors. Gwen forced herself to look away from the
wolf-woman’s face long enough to assess the scene. Tufts of gray fur and bloody
carcasses were scattered around the spot where Jenny kneeled and a pair of
squirming rabbits were pinned under one of her legs.
    In the new werewolf’s hand was the remains of what Gwen
supposed had been the mother rabbit. Jenny snarled and snapped before seeming
to calm and gain control of herself. She glanced at the gory mess in her fist,
then opened her fingers and let it fall to the ground. Her expression turned
from feral to remorseful and she lifted her knee, letting the surviving bunnies
escape into the underbrush.
    Jenny guiltily swiped the blood from her mouth and rubbed
her soiled hands over her shorts. “I’m sorry. I was just so hungry.”
    Gwen’s mouth went dry. There was something in Jenny’s eyes
and in her voice that raised alarms. She’s crazy! Gwen hoped that the
pack’s newest werewolf didn’t have the same unique gifts that Alex had. If she possessed
a fraction of his ability to read minds, Gwen might as well have slit her own
throat right then and there.
    There was no way of knowing what special powers the little
blonde possessed. The best course of action was to assume they were on a level
playing field—if not physically, then at least psychically.
    Gwen forced an empathetic smile on her face. “Come with me
back to the cabin, Jenny. I’ve got steaks in the freezer.”
    * * * * *
    Bitch.
    Jenny sat at the kitchen table and watched Gwen prepare the
meal. She’d washed the rabbit blood from her hands and face while the steaks were
defrosting in the microwave.
    “How do you like it?” Gwen asked.
    “Rare please,” Jenny replied, hoping that her voice didn’t
betray her hatred.
    Actually, she preferred her meat still twitching, but that
bitch had interrupted her little picnic in the clearing. Sergei would be
furious if he found out she’d been out in the open like that with her back
exposed. And she knew she wasn’t supposed to hunt during the day, but she
couldn’t help herself.
    Jenny had been so restless she had gone out for a run and
when she smelled the rabbit’s nest, something just snapped. God, they had tasted
so good and the way they squirmed as she ate them alive had turned her on.
She’d been in a frenzy and it was all she could do not to attack Gwen when
she’d snuck up on her.
    Someday.
    Jenny glared at Gwen’s back as she dropped the steaks into
the cast-iron skillet. It would be so easy to snap that cunt’s neck. She could
throw her body in the back of the truck, maybe grab her purse and some luggage
too, then dump everything somewhere far away where the others couldn’t pick up
the scent. Jenny could be back at the farm before Sergei got home from the
livestock auction. Everyone would just think their human consort had skipped
town because she couldn’t hack it.
    Danger. The word popped into Jenny’s mind out of
nowhere, interrupting her murder plot. It wasn’t a word so much as an idea—a feeling—and
it came from outside her own consciousness. Jenny could sense where the thought
had come from and she turned toward the fireplace.
    Gwen and Alex’s dogs were lying on the carpet in front of
the hearth staring at her. Jenny shot them a look, but they didn’t flinch.
Apparently the telepathic connection was one way. She wondered why she had only
“heard” a single thought from them and how much of hers they understood.
    The other pack members could easily communicate
telepathically with animals and each other, but Jenny wasn’t quite there yet.
Sergei promised it would happen eventually. He’d sounded nonchalant, but Jenny
could tell he was concerned. She knew it frustrated