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flat against the freezer bag still inside the duffle. She
shot her attention to him, praying her scent would remain skeptical
and wary. What the hell had she been thinking?
    Ayden squatted on the other side of the wood
pile and ripped bark free from one of the logs. Then reaching into
his back pocket, he pulled out a lighter.
    “Look,” he said, his voice lowering into a
sexy rumble. “I’ve spent the last day searching for you. I saw how
hard you ran from those leopards. Obviously you aren’t from around
here and there isn’t anywhere nearby that you could be from. I know
of all packs of all species on these mountains. There isn’t much
between here and Prince George. You’ve been on the run for a
while.”
    “Why do you care?” She wasn’t sure why she
asked.
    He had beautiful blue eyes. There were faded
streaks of red mixed in with his blond hair. There was stubble on
his jaw and she imagined if he had a beard it would be thick with
red highlights. Once again it was the expression on his face that
caused a pressure to constrict around her heart.
    “Little bitch,” he whispered. “No one should
be hunted down like a dog the way it appears you’ve been.”
    Magda had begun pulling the chicken out of
his duffle bag. She dropped it and stared at him.
    “Out of pity? You feel sorry for me, without
even knowing me, based on my breed?” Anger spiked through her. The
firewood he’d just stacked between them began shaking as if each
log had suddenly come to life.
    Which in a way, they had. Her anger took
life, dispelled from her in waves. Sometimes she swore she saw it.
The spicy smell of her instant outrage filled the cave.
    Ayden glanced down at the wood. He didn’t
move, continued squatting, and slowly raised his gaze back to her
face. When he looked at her, she froze. Her anger reached out only
so far, grabbing a hold of the wood between them. It went no
further. She didn’t dare touch him with it. Touching him in any way
seemed more dangerous than her anger was capable of being.
    “I wouldn’t call the emotion I’m feeling
toward you pity, little bitch,” he growled, his eyes growing as he
ran his thumb down the small wheel in his lighter. A small flame
grew to reach the wood in his other hand.
    When he dropped the burning bark on the
bouncing logs, they stilled. He’d sobered her anger with something
even stronger, desire. At least it smelled like desire. His
happiness wasn’t just over her. This male lived a life so content
that happiness was strongly embedded with any other emotion he
emitted.
    “What emotion are you feeling?” she asked,
her voice husky.
    It wasn’t a question she should have asked.
With her next breath she smelled her answer without him having to
voice it. His gaze on her didn’t waver. The flames grew,
intensifying the blue glow in his alert eyes. And the smell of his
lust grew strong enough for her to bathe in it.
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    Ayden watched the female across the growing
fire between them. The temperature in the cave rose several
degrees, although he wasn’t sure it was from the fire. The mystery
of her that she held on to like a damn life line made her as
appealing as her incredibly erotic body. He’d never sniffed out a
more beautiful female. Not that he hadn’t already guessed she’d be
as beautiful in her flesh as she was in her fur.
    There was something exquisitely captivating
about her. It didn’t exist in any other female he’d ever known.
Ayden admitted the challenge of hunting her, and now learning about
her, held its appeal. Most females bellied up the moment they got a
whiff of his scent. There was howling over him being the next pack
leader. Although it wasn’t a job he wanted, or had ever suggested
having, it didn’t stop available, misguided females from strutting
around him with their tails in the air. Something told him this
female had never bellied up for anyone. What he wouldn’t do to be
the first to be honored with her