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ignored her wolf's abrupt longing fixation on the child. Her wolf wanted cubs of her own. Claire, though, knew better. Her rational human mind very occasionally conflicted with the more immediate, emotional mind of her wolf. Cubs meant a mate, and a mate meant being tied to a pack. That was never going to happen, as far as Claire was concerned.
    Not even if any wolf in the running was the sexiest, kindest-seeming pack wolf she'd ever met. Or the most fascinating. Ultimately, they all wanted one thing: to possess her, as was the way in all shifter packs. That was never going to happen.
    No way.
    The bookstore appeared two doors down. Her wolf whined just a bit at the sudden nervousness Claire felt in anticipation of her reading, then softly thumped her tail in a supportive gesture. Squaring her shoulders, Claire lifted her chin a bit and strode to the door. Opening it with determination, she stepped inside to her necessary fate for the evening.
     
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    Strolling along the crowded downtown Denver streets, leaves crunching beneath his boots, Tate felt like a wealthy man. He was pretty frugal about his money, investing it right back into his business. But this working weekend had netted him enough to be able to play a little tonight in the big city. He'd also gained enthusiastic new clients who wanted to fly him out here every weekend for several months to work with their horses. He'd have to talk to Alpha about that, but it would work out as long as those rogues didn't do anything stupid in the meantime. If they did, he'd have to talk to his clients about sending their horses to him instead so he could continue their training at the local barn he worked out of. One day, he'd have enough for a big spread of his own. In the meantime, he worked his butt off for clients like this, building his reputation, his training knowledge, and his bank account one horse at a time.
    His wolf growled, low and worried, at the thought of rogues. They'd killed a good friend of his a few months ago. The memory of that senseless, wasteful death still made Tate clench his jaw even as his eyes prickled. Tate didn't get crazy upset about things the way Caleb did. Nor was he as coolly calculating as Rafe. His modus operandi was to consider the situation, then throw his weight behind whichever plan seemed best. That usually tended to be his Alpha's plan, or Rafe's. Tate would never charge off after the rogues on his own to exact vengeance. That wouldn't solve a thing except likely get him killed, too. He really wasn't all that interested in fighting anyway. Sure, he could fight, and he could do a darn good job of it. But there were better ways to solve problems. Even when the price paid had been the life of a cubhood friend.
    Rogues are danger, his wolf whispered in his mind. Worry still underlined his tone.
    Yes, they were. There'd been no reports of any of their activity in this area, however. No rogues prowled here right now. He didn't have to think about them anymore tonight.
    Stepping aside to let a couple with a stroller pass him, he took a second to smile at the cute little baby in it. He often babysat for the few Pack couples with very young cubs. He'd always liked babies, despite the fact no way was he ready for something like that himself. His wolf grinned at the thought of cubs before quickly sending an image of chasing deer in the mountains, unencumbered by young wolves who needed far too much attention. Tate laughed to himself and kept walking.
    Inhaling a deep whiff of the crisp fall air, he relaxed even more as he wandered through his favorite time of year. The trees above him were loaded with bright golden leaves haloed by the glow of streetlamps. The scent of leaves midway between green and dead had always fascinated him. Humans couldn't really tell, but there was a subtle difference in the fragrance released by the leaves right during their peak colors. To him, fall leaves smelled like an exciting promise. Everything was so bright