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catch her breath.
Slowly sucking in the fresh night air, she arched her back, staring up at the
glowing white orb in the sky. The moon would offer plenty of light for her
journey north. Anticipation rippled through her over seeing Ethan again.
The change stirred deep inside her, moving through her like rich syrup,
infiltrating her blood, hardening her muscles. She closed her eyes, enjoying
the wonderful experience of allowing the more primal beast within her to
surface. It was like freeing herself of all the burdens of the day, allowing
all stress and headache to glide right out of her. Her basic instincts took
over, allowing her to think more clearly, experience the true beauty of her
surroundings and not dwell on the preoccupations of her life.
Beth fell to all fours and immediately sprinted across the open ground behind
her home. She relished the cold night air as it combed through her fur,
cleaning her soul, invigorating her body.
Tearing across the countryside, pushing her muscles until they burned, she
laughed at the night, feeling more alive than she had in ages. When was the
last time she d been so free of all responsibility? She couldn t remember.
Now she could focus on doing something she never thought she would do. She
would tame an alpha male, and she would make him enjoy the experience.
It was well into the middle of the night by the time she d reached the
northern half of Minnesota. The night air was so clean, so cold. Her body was
hot after running for so many hours and she considered taking a break, maybe
doing a little hunting. She could make it to her mother s before dawn.
Slowing to a lazy stroll, she moved with her head low to the ground, enjoying
the crisp smells of the evening.
Suddenly something didn t seem right. Beth quit moving, slowed her breathing,
stilled every muscle in her body, while she focused on the darkness, and
listened.
Voices. Humans. She heard them talking and they weren t that far away. But
there was something else. She smelled werewolves too.
Her ears tickled at the sound of their talking. She d been so absorbed in her
thoughts and the beauty of the night, she had just noticed them.
Beth hugged the ground, the night dew soaking her fur. She was in an open
meadow, the smell of water not too far away. On the other end of the grassy
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area, a group of men sat on and around an old truck. She couldn t see it from
her position, but she could smell the water. Her guess was that they were
fishing.
But there was something wrong with the picture. Werewolves moved among the
humans. And the werewolves were in their fur.
Beth s heart pounded against her ribs while she hugged the ground and watched
the scene playing out in front of her. The men were laughing, gathering
fishing supplies and putting them in the back of the truck.
Two werewolves were in their fur. She heard water splashing but couldn t see
what they were doing. It appeared the werewolves were pulling something out of
the water. When they reached the bank, the humans moved among them, helping
them load whatever it was into the back of the truck.
Then it became clear what they were doing. She didn t understand it, but the
men were simply fishing, loading supplies after they had secured their catch
for the day. The two werewolves moved to the side of the truck, changing into
their human form. They walked back around to join the humans, securing the
buttons on their jeans, all the while the men laughing and joking. Humans and
werewolves living among each other in peace. Had Ethan Masterson actually
pulled it off?
The grass was barely tall enough to conceal her. The men seemed fairly
distracted with their work but she worried they would notice her. Female
werewolves didn t run by themselves. At least not ones with solid reputations.
And up until a few days ago, Beth s reputation had been impeccable.
She didn t move, didn t dare breathe. Her heart hurt in her chest from
beating so hard while she waited until the truck pulled away. Even then, she
lay there praying all of them were gone. Wet dirt and the dampness in the air
made it hard to detect any specific smells. It appeared that she was all alone
in the meadow.
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