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he’d heard of some alpha lupines fooling the weaker ones in natural packs to follow, the numbers they’d already encountered, especially when you considered how many they’d killed, didn’t make sense. Where is our enemy getting them from?
    And how did he know to send them here?
    Did it matter? The vicious canines bounded over the rocks and up the steep incline, nimble on their four paws. But they didn’t catch Boris unaware this time. He’d already stripped and shifted.
    For this, he’d rely on his rack and his hooves to teach the small canine pack a lesson.
    As he lowered his head to meet the charge from the first one, he noted Jan out of the corner of his eye taking aim and firing.
    Well , at least she knows enough about guns to unclick the safety and aim. Judging by the yelp, she hit something too. Given how fast wolves could move, he doubted she’d landed a killing shot, but the loud noise would probably hold the rest at bay.
    Then he couldn’t worry about her as he dealt with the attacking dogs. Many people were under the mistaken impression moose were docile herbivores, big , lumbering, dumb giants.
    Those people were the sticky stuff between his toes when he trampled their uneducated asses with his hooves. Moose—and before anyone asked, a group of them were not called meese—weren’t the most aggressive of animals in the forest. They didn’t have razor-sharp teeth, a vicious snarl, or pointed claws. But they were fucking strong with a rack that spanned up to six feet. They were also big, weighing in over seven hundred pounds. Piss one off and then imagine all that weight applied to a well-aimed stomp. However, his hooves weren’t his only weapon. A whack from his antlers or a scoop, sweep, and fling also made for a great attack move.
    In this situation, he relied on both those skills beca use Boris was annoyed. It was one thing for him to not want to kiss Jan; it was another to have some mangy wolves—who should have known better—interrupt it.
    So he showed them the error of their ways, his limber joints allowing him to not only kick with his forelegs but his back ones too. Another benefit of his kind , he could even kick sideways.
    In the zone, his mind cold and calculating, he took on the attacking gr ay wolves. He tossed them around like stuffed toys.
    Until he heard Jan yell, “Ow, that hurt, you smelly mutt.”
    At that point he lost his mind and let out a roar that echoed.
    If a moose could go ninja on some lupine asses, then that’s what he did. No more Mr. Gentle Giant. His attack turned deadly. Forget kicking and tossing, he began stomping and crushing, biting anything furry that came within reach. He didn’t move much, letting the furry ones come to him instead, lest the icy peak prove too much for four-legged footing. A proneness to broken legs was a moose’s biggest fear and weakness.
    When the area before him cleared, if one discounted the broken bodies, he tossed his antlered head and peered around for more of the enemy to play with. He even dragged a hoof through the snow and snorted, a warm steamy breath huffing from his nose.
    No thing left in front of him, but from behind, he felt a sharp sting as something chomped on his haunch.
    Before he could kick out his leg and shake the mutt free, he heard a bang. The mouth clamped around his flesh loosened as the wolf attacking him hit the ground, dead.
    Jan stood over the corpse and frowned. “Not even big enough for a good pair of mitts.”
    Morphing back to his man shape, because his moose vision sucked, he declared, “Wearing skin is wrong.” As he said it, he took a peek around and noted the wolves were either littering the ground or limping off to lick their wounds. The cougar shifter he’d choked still drooled in the snow.
    “It’s only wrong if you buy it. There is nothing wrong with skinning something you’ve hunted and making use of it. If wolf flesh weren’t so tough, I’d eat it too. Then again…” She tapped her