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look like shit. Tomorrow is going to be a big day. You will join a night
patrol.”
    Rane looked down at his watch. 1:45 flashed. He let out a
long, draw-out groan. He needed to go talk to Kane and his brothers about the
new military news he’d just been told. With Arden away for another two months
he had to find someone else to help him with all of these extra humans. Not to
mention in the mess he had made with his mate. He needed to woo and claim her.

Chapter 4
     
    Kirby looked around at Faith’s packed house. All the new
werewolves she had met, plus some she hadn’t yet, were filling the huge house.
    Glancing around again, she told herself she wasn’t looking
for him, but when she spotted him in the corner talking to a werewolf that she
hadn’t seen before, Kirby fought herself not to sigh. Looking Rane over from
his massive feet, and slowly moving up his toned, leather-clad legs to his
muscle-clad, tight white shirt, Kirby involuntarily licked her lips and bit her
tongue to stop herself from sighing. Damn! She couldn’t help it, Rane’s body
was what she imagined a god would look like. She glanced up at his face,
sighing, he was better than a god. When she noticed his full lips turned up in
a smirk, her head shot up to his eyes only to groan when she saw him staring
straight at her. Shit, shit, shit, she’d been caught. Staring into Rane’s eyes,
she didn’t dare turn away, especially when the bastard’s smirk turned into a
full-blown smile.
    Groaning, she turned her head away, hoping to find someone
she knew. Kirby saw Sara looking around frantically for someone to save her as
Tray was coming her way.
    * * * *
    Coming over, Rane patted Tray on the shoulder as he noticed
Tray’s mate had walked away after yelling at him.
    “Well, at least your mate is talking to you and knows she is
your mate. Mine has no clue.”
    “Yeah, she said that she thinks I’m hot and I caught her
checking me out earlier, but then she went on about how we’re not mated or
whatever the hell we werewolves call it. Then she said something about me not
having meet her family, or even gone on a date. Argh, women are so confusing!”
    Rane chuckled. “I agree one hundred percent.”
    Faith came up on her tiptoes to whack both of them on the
back of their heads. “You are both idiots.” She whacked them on the head again.
“What have you two done to my friends? You werewolves have no clue about women.
You are so lucky it’s my birthday weekend and they can’t run away, because I’m
telling you now, I’m the only reason those girls are still here. I heard some
of that conversation and I will spell it out for you, Tray, like I would one of
my six-year-olds.”
    She turned to Rane. “You might want to listen too.” Turning
back to Tray, she continued. “Sara has been planning her wedding since she was a
little girl. For Christ’s sake she has a book with picture cutouts of dresses
and cakes. She also loves her family and is a major daddy’s girl, through and
through, so if I were you, I would woo her and give her a big wedding, meet her
parents, and give me a chance to wear one of those ugly bridesmaid dresses.
Suck it up, not all women are like me. Go home, tomorrow come with some peach
roses—they’re her favorite. If I find out that you have humiliated her again,
you’ll wish that you were dead. Got it? Do I need to say that slower?”
    Tray stared wide-eyed at Faith and nodded his head as he
replied. “Got it, woo her, family, big wedding, all of that crap.” He growled
as Faith kicked him and shooed him away to a room full of werewolves’ laughter.
    Chuckling at his sister-in-law shooing away one of the
meanest enforcers, Rane was too distracted to see Faith elbow him in the
stomach.
    “I would so not be laughing, Rane. Your mate thinks you’re
an arsehole and that you don’t like her.”
    “What! Why would she think that?”
    Faith shook her head, muttering. “Dumb idiots, all of them. Look,
the way