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he peeked through the spy hole and saw a
pair of glowing, yellow eyes staring back at him.
    The air was knocked from his lungs as
stepped away from the door. His heart started on triple time, his
chest aching from the intense beating. He shook his head, trying to
tell himself he was seeing things. How had the wolf found him so
quickly? An even better question was why? He inched closer to the
door and peeked out again, making sure it really was his
wolf.
    Another man stood at his right, one
who looked very similar to the werewolf. Remy put his hand on the
knob, his heart racing as he paused to catch his breath. Sweat
beaded on his forehead as he contemplated turning the handle. His
tongue became incredibly dry, and he couldn’t swallow. His breath
came in short pants, and his knees shook.
    He took a deep breath, as deep as he
could, and manned up, opening the door. Two large, powerful men
filled the doorway. “Hello.”
    His wolf captured his glare, a low
growl emanating from his throat. Wolfman lifted his hand, a cell
phone on his open palm. Remy’s cell phone. Remy’s eyes grew large
as he looked at it.
    “ I found this last night
before I left, under the couch. I didn’t want to leave it in the
cabin,” the guy said in a deep, rough voice.
    The baritone was enough to make Remy’s
cock stand up and take notice. It ached … for him. Remy reached out
to take the phone, but the man closed his palm and moved away
before Remy could remove it.
    “ Can I come in?” Wolfman
asked.
    Remy nodded, unable to find his
voice.
    Wolfman looked at his friend. “Go get
what you need and meet me back here in about an hour.”
    The other man nodded, eyeing Remy
closely before turning and walking back to the street. Wolfman took
a step inside Remy’s house and took a deep breath. Remy closed the
door and locked it, his hands shaking on the knob.
    “ Not afraid of me, hmm?”
Wolfman asked.
    “ What?”
    The man eyed Remy for a moment, and
Remy was shocked to see his yellow eyes were actually a deep
chocolate brown. Had he been mistaken or hallucinating?
    “ You’re not afraid to be
locked inside with me?” the wolfman asked.
    Remy swallowed. After years of
immersing himself in werewolf lore, he probably should be, but he
wasn’t. “Should I be?”
    “ Perhaps you should.” The
man growled lowly. “Do you know what I am?”
    Remy was almost afraid to say what he
thought, the thin line between reality and fantasy blurring for him
at the moment. “I saw things last night, things I’d always known to
be impossible. At least, I think I saw them. I’ve wished for them
to be real, but I don’t … know.”
    The man stalked closer to him. Remy
remained frozen to the spot he stood on, watching the man with a
guarded gaze. The man lifted Remy’s chin up with a finger to make
him look up at the guy. “What do you think I am?”
    “ A were …
werewolf?”
    Another growl came at Remy’s response.
“Why aren’t you afraid of me? I mean, I sense some fear, but not as
much as there should be.”
    “ You’re not going to hurt
me,” Remy said firmly, although not completely sure of that
statement himself.
    “ And why is that,
Remy?”
    Remy almost sighed at the way his name
rolled off the werewolf’s lips. The man, beast, whatever he was,
was gorgeous. He was all lean and long muscle, standing at least
six and three-quarter feet tall, if not more. His shoulders were
massive, his waist narrow with a perfectly round, firm ass. When
Remy eyed the guy’s biceps, he swallowed his lust and tried to
focus on the man’s face. Large brown eyes watched him closely, set
into a handsome, tanned face. Remy could see the man liked to be
outdoors and active, it showed in his appearance. Thin creases at
the corners of his eyes and the faint scruffy beard made him look
rougher and unkempt in the sexiest way.
    Remy closed his eyes for a second and
tried to capture his control. “Because I just know you won’t. If
you’d wanted to hurt me,