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okay?
    So, that was what Leo had done up until Samuel showed up in town looking for a mate to collect.
    She rubbed her eyes and sighed.
    “What’s wrong?” Arnold asked.
    “Nothing. Just thinking about stupid wolf stuff.”
    “The moon pulling you to shift already? I’ve never heard of anyone being sensitive so early in the day, but I guess you’re new to it.”
    She grimaced. Grunted.
    “How long?” he asked.
    “Not long. The dirt bag bit me right after Kinzy was born. My milk had barely come in when he did it. I was so angry.”
    “What the hell did he do that for?”
    Leo might have been wrong, but Arnold sounded to her like he didn’t approve of what Samuel had done. She could hear the judgment in the cadence of his words. Any other male wolf she knew might have high-fived Samuel for his accomplishment.
    She let out a breath and stared at the desert zipping by outside her window. “That was his M.O., I guess. The way he always does it.”
    “What do you mean always ? How many times has he been married?”
    “Depends on who you ask.”
    “I’m not following what you’re getting at, Leonora.”
    “Leo,” she said flatly. “The only person to call me Leonora regularly is Samuel.”
    “And who is Samuel?”
    “The wolf who bit me.”
    “Your husband.”
    “That title is what’s up for debate.”
    She didn’t turn to look, but she was certain that if she’d risk a glance up to the mirror, Arnold’s brow would be furrowed. And she’d feel defensive and like she needed to explain herself, when—in truth—nothing that had happened had been her fault.
    She’d followed the rules. She’d done what she was supposed to with varying degrees of compliance.
    Until she ran.
    “You got a story you want to tell me?” Arnold asked.
    “Don’t know. You got one for me?”
    “ Mmm . I’m sure I could think something up if you insist, but I suspect whatever you have to say will be far more entertaining.”
    “Try me,” she said.
    She wanted to trust him—needed to trust someone —but she had a baby to worry about. Leo needed to be careful with her words, like her mother always warned her.
    “Um. How ’bout you tell me something first?” Leo said.
    “Is that how we’re gonna play it? Okay.” He made a clucking sound for a few seconds. Drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. Smiled a little, even, and she was pleased to see he was capable of working his face that way, though she hoped he did as little smiling as possible. The dreamy sight made her eye twitch and tits hurt.
    “All right,” he said. “Maybe this is cheating, though. It’s really more of my sister Petra’s story than mine, but at least you know how we ended up in Norseton. We started in Oklahoma.”
    “What happened?”
    “We were making our annual drive to our mother’s grave. I was asleep, and Petra was behind the wheel. One minute, I was dreaming about porterhouse steaks and mashed potatoes, and the next, the front of the truck was making out with a big tree, and my sister was laying on the ground ten feet from the front. Flew right through the windshield. Me, I just got pinned.”
    “Gods! What happened?” She clutched her chest over her thrashing heart. Exciting stuff like that didn’t happen around Wolverton. Wolverton may as well have been the sleepy town of Mayberry.
    With werewolves.
    “Someone called 9-1-1, I guess. I remember someone cutting me out of the truck, and paramedics whisking her away.”
    “How did she survive that? Even for a werewolf—”
    He chuckled. “Yeah. I know. I guess, Petra and me, we’re just built of sturdier stock than most. Typical of my grandfather’s line. You can never tell how the genetics will shake out when you’re a halfsie, though. We were lucky.”
    “You’re only half wolf?”
    When he didn’t immediately respond, she worried that maybe she’d gone and stuck her foot into her mouth again, but she risked a look up into the mirror, anyway.
    “Sorry,” she muttered.