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"If he ever put his claws on you again, or forced you into a corner like that, he was a dead wolf. I just gave him a preview of the funeral." Val’s heart performed a violent somersault. His stomach bottomed out. The legendary Finn Reyes, the star of the Miami Ice Dome, had gone rogue for him? Before the fame. Before the fated-mate contracts. "Thank you," Val whispered. The steam felt thicker now, heavy with the scent of pine and the metallic tang of Finn’s rising temperature.

She had passed a werewolf off as a dog. What the hell kind of world was I living in? “Ford, I promise to kill anything with a penis that touches Ebony. Let your wolf take over so you don’t scare the shit out of her,” Tea commanded from the driver’s seat. Ford. Not-Hot-Friend’s name was Ford. Why did he have to have such a sexy name? Werewolves? Not sexy. “What’s not sexy?” Teagan asked me, shooting me a curious look. Dammit, I must’ve said that last part out loud.

As we approach, it looks like their competing to see which wolf can dig the fastest. “Not to barge in on your contest here ...” Yorick begins. Wendy’s wolf, Dasha, yips in surprise while Hacker’s wolf spins, growling and taking a protective stance in front of Dasha. Yorick raises an eyebrow at him. The hair on his wolf's back goes down and Hacker shifts, grabbing a nearby pair of shorts and pulling them on before wiping his dirty hands on them. “Hey, you startled us,” he says. “So I see.”