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Chapter 4
    David glared at Mack who glared right back at him. “Just because you own the hotel doesn’t mean you run everything in this town.”
    Mack leaned against the wall and studied David. “You’re not the alpha anymore, Davey-boy. There’s a new bitch in town, and I intend to make her mine.”
    David glared at him. “I’d say that’s up to her. You don’t know Sunny as well as you think you do. She was mine before you were even in the picture.”
    “Yeah, but she’s not now.”
    “But she will be.” He grinned. “Go ahead and keep plying her with expensive food and gifts and see how far you get.”
    “She deserves the best.”
    “On that, we’re both in agreement. In this case, the best is me.” He turned and strode away. An itch between his shoulder blades let him know Mack was still watching. Let him. David was the better of the two of them. Sunny would choose him. He knew it. She had to.
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    Sunny waited until well after dark to venture out of her room. A quick check showed the hall empty. She’d half expected David or Mack, or both, to be sitting out there keeping an eye on her. She pushed open the door to the stairs and listened. All was quiet. Blood pumping, she raced down the steps. In college and grad school, people had always been amazed someone “her size” could move so quickly. So what if she wasn’t a size two? Or twelve? Just because she wasn’t thin didn’t mean she wasn’t in shape.
    At the bottom floor, she paused. She didn’t think any alarms would go off if she went out, but would she be able to get back in? A sign next to the door eased her fears. As long as she had her key card, there was no problem. She pushed through the door and quickly sought the shadows. She wasn’t doing anything illegal, but at the same time, she didn’t want to announce to the world she was out.
    She’d parked her car along the hedgerow separating the parking lot from the road. The tall plants offered a modicum of protection and she kept to the shadows. When she reached her car, she opened the passenger side wide enough to be able to stuff her clothes and key card in. With the security pad, she didn’t need her key to get in, so she didn’t have to carry anything with her. She shivered as the cold air blew over her bare skin, relishing the free feeling. A minute later, her fur warmed her and she felt even freer as she headed for the mountain.
    She raced over familiar paths, lapped water from clear streams, rolled in a fern-filled glade, relishing the abject independence of being a dog. This was freedom beyond freedom. Like her ancestors hundreds of years ago, she sat up and howled her joy to the stars. An answering howl from her left surprised her, cutting off the sound in her throat. Then another from her right. And more. Within minutes, dogs of all shapes and sizes emerged from the surrounding woods and converged on the clearing. Sunny leaped to her feet, hackles raised, but she had nowhere to go. A large, silky Afghan approached from in front, growling low in her throat. Before Sunny could react, two males, one a husky like her and the other a golden retriever, raced in from her left to stand in front of her, facing the Afghan. A third dog, a beagle bitch, ran up behind her. Sunny recognized Rommy and ignored her.
    Instinct took over and Sunny nipped at the hindquarters of both males, and then stepped forward. The Afghan met her, teeth bared. All the years of being put down, of being the wallflower, the nerd, one of the unpopular crowd waiting at home for the phone to ring, came crashing down. Being a teen had been bad enough, but when she hit sixteen, she’d started changing. Shifting. She’d kept it hidden for nearly a year, afraid she was some sort of freak. Then her mother had caught Sunny, and the emerging scream had brought her father running. But what Sunny thought had been a scream of fear and horror had actually been joy. From that moment on, Sunny’s life had