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behind. She was leaving her mother and the only family she had ever known.
     
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    Maybe the stres s of being pulled from her mother had caused her change to be delayed. She just didn't know. Amber continued to wonder why she didn’t change when she came of age like her mother said she should.
    Amber had followed her grandfather’s advice and had not looked back. She kept running like her mother had taught her, from town to town, state to state. Through the years, even though she had not changed, her werewolf senses had been heightened ever since her grandfather had slipped the stone into her pocket. What the stone was, Amber didn’t know, but knew as long as she held onto it, she could hear, see, and smell things she had never noticed before.
    Amber’s mother’s pack had only come close to finding her one time since that night at the diner. In the mountains in northern California, her temporary employer had talked her into staying one more night, until they hired someone to replace her. Against her better judgment Amber agreed and had gone to the front desk of the motel to extend her stay for another night. When she returned to her room, the stone was gone. After frantically tearing her room apart, she retraced her steps.
    Amber frowned, her agitated strides taking her quickly back the way she had come, back to the motel lobby. When she turned the corner, a smell hit her and her head came up from where she searched the ground with each step. Amber quickly realized she was about to be face to face with a member of a werewolf pack. Each pack has a distinctive smell, this one she recognized as her mother’s line.
    Amber's instincts kicked into overdrive. Even though she still did not have the ability to shift, she felt something clawing at her insides to kill the wolf before he could broadcast to the others that she was there.
    Instead, she found that the motel’s laundry room door was standing open and darted in. Once a wolf has a scent, they don’t forget it. Unfortunately, that day in the diner, Tommy and his group had gotten her human scent. She hoped like hell the werewolf outside hadn’t caught any lingering fragrance. If he had, he was sure to recognize her, since he was one of the men who had helped drag her mother from the restaurant that night.
    Amber prayed that the smell of bleach and fabric softener would hide her still human smell. She stood with her back to the door, eyes closed. Suddenly, feeling the sensation of being watched, a smell that didn’t quite fit into the odors of a laundry room hit her senses. Amber opened her eyes cautiously. To her surprise she looked into a pair of bright blue eyes staring up at her. The smell that hit her was that of a young cub.
    The little boy was on the floor, playing with the rocks he had organized in a circle. To her amazement, sitting in the middle of the pile was an oval black granite rock with topaz blue and white veins running through it. Amber’s stone!
    The pack member outside the door completely forgotten, Amber started towards the boy. “Where did you get that?” she asked him softly. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she felt like she was stalking her prey with each step she took.
    “I found it on the table by the bed,” the boy mumbled, looking back down at the rocks he was playing with on the floor.
    “That is my stone, can I have it back?” Amber forced herself to remain calm and asked nicely, although she felt like attacking and ripping it from the floor, just to get it away from the child.
    “But I found it,” he argued, snatching the stone from the pile as if he could read her mind.
    The door behind her opened and a blond headed woman with the same bright blue eyes stared up at her. “What are you doing?” The woman demanded, rushing in. She pulled her son from the floor, moving him behind her back as if to protect him.
    Looking down at the petite woman standing in front of her, Amber realized she was face to