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“But…”

As I watched the pampered and spoiled girl in front of me flounder, I worried if Kezia and I looked as alien to others, because the concept of Cass and Kris being mates was alien to me. Kris was blunt and straightforward, and this girl was everything but that.

“White with red eyes?” Kezia asked the shaman, who nodded, while Cass made her potion. Kezia tugged my hand. “Come on.”

In my boot room, Kezia rose to kiss me. “We fit.”

Blinking in surprise, I didn’t hide my confusion. “What?”

“I can feel you, through the bond,” she told me, pulling off her shirt. “We fit perfectly. I promise.” Turning her back to me, she took off her bra. Looking over her shoulder, her back bare and her hair spilling loosely over her shoulder, she watched me drink her in. Kezia winked at me. “You ready to hunt?”

Stupid question. She already knew the answer.

Because we fit.

Perfectly.

CHAPTER 22

Kezia

Everything felt better when I was my wolf. I had said it all my life, and I would continue saying it until the day I died: there was nothing that beat being a wolf.

Nothing?

Are you going to tell me that sex is better? I asked my alpha as he ran beside me.

Are you seriously going to tell me it isn’t?

He may have a point. I wasn’t letting him know that though, so I chose to say nothing. It didn’t matter—his massive black wolf nudged me playfully and sent me tumbling. I was back on my feet instantly, racing after him as he ran ahead, both of us relishing the run and being free to be with each other.

I should have felt guilty. I knew that these were serious times, but the sense of freedom and rightness as we ran together couldn’t be dented by something like guilt.

Cannon saw the white rabbit first, about the same time as it sensed him, and by the grace of the Goddess, it gave us a wild run. The chase was exhilarating, both of us working together almost seamlessly as we hunted down one rabbit. When Cannon finally had his jaws around the beast, I waited for the snap of its neck, which never came.

Did you forget how to kill?

The shaman never stated if it was to be dead or alive.

Shit. I remembered asking, but I didn’t remember the answer. I had a more pressing problem, I realized, when I felt an urge rise inside me that only my alpha could satisfy.

Shifting to human form, I looked around the lowland brush that we were in. “If I make a cage, we could keep it alive.”

Turning to look over my shoulder, I saw that Cannon had already shifted. He held the rabbit by the scruff of the neck as he watched me. His body was hard and inviting, his cock resting heavily against his thigh. The sight of it made me lick my lips. I remembered tasting him earlier.

“Kezia,” Cannon growled. “Keep looking at me like I’m dinner, and I’ll let this thing drop.”

“That’s why I am looking for a cage,” I explained. Pulling twigs off a bush, I tried to make them form a weave. All I did was scratch myself. I felt his warm body behind me, one large hand ran down my back and over my hip. “I need to make the cage.”

“You’re not making a cage,” he said gruffly. Pushing my hair aside, Cannon kissed along my shoulder to the crook of my neck. “The rabbit’s gone.”

Spinning around, I faced him. “What? Why?”

“Didn’t have red eyes. Wasn’t the right one.”

“Are you sure?”

Cannon’s kiss took me by surprise. Pulling me tightly against him, his hand settled on the small of my back, pressing me even closer to his body. I could feel the strength of him all around me, a strength that almost made me nervous, but I knew he would never hurt me. The thought made me bold as I took his cock in my hand and stroked his length. His groan made my knees weak, but still, he never broke the kiss.

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