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muscled and with beautiful white teeth grinning at her.
    â€œHe’s busy, but I’m free,” the other said, looking like the first one’s twin.
    She chuckled. “I’m mostly just taking pictures. Sorry.”
    â€œWell, if you get tired of just taking pictures, I’m Cantrell.”
    â€œRobert,” the other man said.
    â€œYou’re brothers, I take it.” And both gray wolves.
    â€œYeah. Kind of no mistaking it,” Robert said with a wink.
    â€œThanks. Maybe I can take you up on it later. Nice meeting you both.” She took off toward the entrance to the blue intermediate trail.
    â€œWait!” Cantrell said, catching up to her. “What’s your name?”
    She paused at the top of the trail. “Elizabeth.”
    â€œElizabeth,” Robert said. “Have you got lunch plans?”
    â€œYes, with Tom Silver.”
    Cantrell laughed. “I told you he’d already asked her.”
    â€œWhat about tonight?” Robert asked.
    â€œI’m having dinner with the pack leaders.”
    â€œUh, okay,” Cantrell said as if that meant she planned to join the pack or something. “Well, we tried. See you around, Elizabeth.” He headed downhill.
    Robert smiled. “They always get the good ones.” He followed his brother down the slope.
    Elizabeth shook her head. She really couldn’t believe all the interest, especially after what she’d gone through growing up—physical and emotional abuse from her father’s wolf family for being part coyote. Shunned by her mother’s coyote pack for having wolf DNA. And here she was totally welcome. Maybe because Tom seemed interested in her.
    She stood to the side so other skiers could access the trail and pulled out her camera. She snapped shots of the two men traversing the hill, then of the vista. She breathed in the cold, crisp air, loving it, wanting to throw off her clothes, shift, and run through the woods, biting at the snow, rolling in it, having the time of her life.
    Tonight she would.
    She skied down to another intermediate run and across an easy trail where a couple of patrollers, Tom included, checked out a young girl of about eight. She sat on the snow holding her knee and crying. Tom crouched next to her, talking to her as she nodded. Elizabeth hoped the girl wasn’t too badly injured, but the sight of him speaking to her made Elizabeth believe he’d be good with kids. She wondered if the rest of the pack was like that. The two she had belonged to—as in had family ties to but hadn’t really belonged to —had been. They just hadn’t treated her that way.
    She’d always thought of her parents as Romeo and Juliet—Romeo, the red wolf, and Juliet, the coyote—two different families, both feuding. In the end, both her parents had died. Which meant she’d had to fend for herself against the wolves of her father’s pack. The coyote pack hadn’t wanted her, either, since she was an alpha and part wolf. The pack leaders had feared she’d want to take over.
    She was a pariah, worse than an omega, a wolf that was pushed from the pack, picked on, and left to grab scraps everyone else had left behind.
    Except for one thing. She was an alpha. They couldn’t beat that out of her, no matter how much they had tried. Alpha wolves were born with the take-charge tendency whether they were lupus garous or strictly wolves or even humans. Not all alphas formed their own packs. Some became loners and others sub-leaders of a pack, ready to take over if the pack leader died. Not that she would ever face such a situation.
    After capturing Tom and the little girl with her camera, Elizabeth moved toward the lodge. She took several pictures of the building, with its steep alpine roof and log sides and a large veranda where visitors sat at tables enjoying hot drinks. The heat of the drinks mixed with the air, causing steam to rise above their