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another pitcher before I left for the night.
    I made my way back to the corner booth, pitchers raised above my shoulders to avoid bumping into any of the dancers that littered the dance floor and spilling the beer everywhere. It was a Friday night and the bar was packed with inebriated women with loose morals and guys with a chip on their shoulder looking for a fight.
    I was willing to oblige either one.
    This wasn’t specifically a Were bar but the unmated males of our pack frequently came here after work on Fridays to check out the human females on the dance floor and to have a drink, of course.
    But mostly, we came for the women.
    Weres had a healthy sexual libido and it wasn’t unusual for one of us to leave with one or two the lovely ladies at closing time.
    Technically, I wasn’t “available” right now as I had Andie to occupy me sexually but if I saw something that I liked, that could change awfully fast. It may sound terrible but I really didn’t consider what I had with Andie to be a serious relationship, how could I when technically, I would only ever love Aspen?
    Andie was more of a friend with benefits type of arrangement. I was sure she would tell you differently though. Like every other woman I had ever run across, I’m sure she probably had visions of wedding bells and babies whenever she looked at me.
    I really didn’t consider myself the marrying kind though. I enjoyed my freedom far too much to be tied down to one person and if I didn’t already have a predestined mate, I probably would have never settled down and gotten married.
    I wasn’t worried about Andie trying to trap me into some sort of commitment though. I would never be trapped by the dreaded positive pregnancy test. Andie would never have my child, a fact that was due solely to my Were’s biology.
    Weres could only get their blood bound mates pregnant…period. And right now the only thing my mate was worried about was who was going to take her to the Christmas formal, so I didn’t have to worry about babies any time soon.
    Earlier in the day, Aspen had stopped by the auto body shop right after school to ask me if she could go to this Christmas formal dance thing.
    I was working on replacing the tires on an older model Jeep Cherokee when I felt an odd sensation rush through me and settle into the pit of my stomach.
    It was strange because I had felt the exact same feeling earlier that morning when Aspen walked into the kitchen and sat down next to me at the kitchen table to eat breakfast.
    I didn’t think much of it because Aspen makes me feel all kinds of weird emotions and feelings that I’ve never felt before.
    But here it was again and she wasn’t even around, so it must be something else.
    I put the impact wrench down and walked over to the bay doors to see what or who was out there that might be causing such a strange sensation and it immediately became clear to me, as I spied none other than Aspen walking down the sidewalk from the high school.
    Dammit all, it was her.
    She was the one causing this weird feeling in my stomach. It must be our mating bond and my emotional connection to her that was causing it. I’d never felt it manifest itself in a physical way like that before.
    I ran my hands through my hair in irritation. The bond between us was getting stronger every day and increasingly harder for me to resist. And she wondered why I was so damn short and irritable around her all the time. It was because maintaining a level of propriety between us was difficult work, to say the least.
    I watched her walk along, giggling about god only knows what, with one of her little friends from school. Her friend’s name was Sorcha and they had been best friends since the age of six, when the pack had brought Aspen here to live with Valerie.
    Unfortunately, Sorcha wasn’t part of the pack, she was human and lived in town. Over the years, I had tried to discourage Aspen from forming friendships with the kids in town, especially