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changed. Her mother was a shifter and she’d feared the gene had skipped Sunny. Her father had the gene, but had never developed the ability. By the time they found out Sunny could shift, she’d already become adept at hiding.
    No more.
    Sunny bared her teeth and growled low in her throat, a threat for the Afghan to back off. Though the Afghan was taller, Sunny was the more powerful of the two. The fight took only long enough for Sunny to dash under the Afghan’s legs and bite her soft underbelly, and then dash out and rake her teeth along the long hindquarters. Sunny didn’t seek to kill, but to hinder and humiliate. Howling in pain and frustration, the Afghan whirled, but Sunny was too fast. A minute later, the Afghan cowered at her feet, her throat and belly exposed. Sunny yipped her victory to the others. Nobody else opposed her. The Afghan slunk off into the forest, and Sunny spun around to deal with the two males. To her surprise, the husky stood over the retriever. Both looked a little worse for the wear. She figured they’d had their own battle while she fought hers.
    She sniffed at the husky. He smelled familiar, and yet not. She wasn’t very adept at sniffing out others in their alternative forms. But something in the husky drew her. He wanted her, and she wanted him. But she’d never mated as a dog and wasn’t sure she wanted to start now. Her mother had told her to make sure when she did, that she was with a shifter and not a true animal. Problems could occur. What those problems were, her mom had never told her, but the rule had been burned into her.
    With a sigh of regret, she backed away, and then turned and ran. She didn’t stop until she reached her car and shifted back into human form. Though it was still dark, dawn couldn’t be far away and she needed at least a little sleep before David picked her up.
    She dressed quickly in the cold air, wincing at the soreness and scratches from the fight. A hot shower helped some, but she grimaced when she saw the long scratch on her arm where the Afghan had raked her. Fortunately, her first aid kit, though scattered, was mostly intact. She jumped when someone knocked at her door.
    “Whoever it is, go away.”
    “Sun? It’s me. Rom.”
    Sunny opened the door, checking the hall behind Rommy before opening it wide. “Come on in.”
    “What the hell is going on?” Her friend plopped down on the bed. “I get back from a family picnic, hear about a rumble and find you in the middle of it. Honey, when I told you to come back to town, I didn’t mean as the alpha bitch.”
    “I don’t know what’s going on. It just sort of happened.” She told Rommy about the break-in and showed her the trashcan full of her clothes. “The guys were acting like a bunch of idiots, and I wanted to get away. Next thing I know, the Afghan is challenging me. I just got tired of it all and decided to let her know I’m not the shy little nerd I once was.”
    “I’ll say. That was some fighting there. Good show. ’Bout time you showed some gumption. You do know who the Afghan is, don’t you?”
    “Ruby?”
    “Yep. Queen bitch herself.”
    “So what does being the alpha mean?”
    Rommy chuckled. “It means you’re the leader of the pack, honey. Kind of like being mayor. You’ve got power and influence, but it’s not absolute. At least, not with us. There are some packs where the alphas are everything. Here, we’re a little looser, but the alpha is still the leader. I always knew you had it in you. Especially with your mom being who she is.”
    “My mom? What’s she got to do with this?”
    “She was the alpha before she decided to marry your dad and take off for the unknown. So it’s kind of in your blood.”
    She gaped at Rommy for a second before asking, “Why didn’t she tell me? Is everyone in this town a shifter?” Shaking her head, she struggled to apply some first-aid salve to her cuts.
    “Give me that.” Rommy took the tin and salved and bandaged