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“Maybe tomorrow.” I pushed past him.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and spun me around. My canines snapped out of hiding, and I growled as he pulled me against his chest, one of his hands on the back of my head.

What on Earth was he doing?

He pulled the ponytail holder out of my hair and buried his face in it, his chest rumbling against my cheek. "Mine."

Taking deep breaths, I tried to calm myself and not to react, but the smell of his shirt made me rub my cheek against his chest.

I wanted him.

I pulled away and ran back into the house. I found the bathroom and locked myself inside. I was in way over my head.

Chapter Thirteen

Ivy

The walls were closing in on me, and I needed to get out of the house. Despite waiting it out in the bathroom, my teeth refused to go away. I still heard the movie playing down the hall, and I hadn’t heard Cole come in from the garage.

My wolf was starving even though I had just eaten. Was that normal? She had just mauled a deer twelve hours ago, and I had a hearty dinner, and now she wanted more?

I eyed the bathroom window and then looked down at my bare feet. They were giving me my space; it was the perfect opportunity to make a run for it.

I flipped the latch on the window and pushed it up. My wolf, who was waiting impatiently, yipped in agreement. It was weird being able to sense something else inside of me and hear her like she was right by my side.

She didn't want to escape, though. She wanted Cole. She wanted Eli. She wanted all the deer. The thought of deer had a low growl rising in my throat. Maybe after a quick snack, she'd calm down.

Oh my God, what am I even thinking?

I popped off the screen and let it fall to the ground outside. I had never snuck out of a window before, and it was awkward standing on the toilet and trying to get my body out of the window without falling on my head. Everyone in college always talked about sneaking out of their bedroom windows when they were younger, like it was no big deal. I felt like a contortionist.

I managed not to break my neck as I landed on the hard ground and quickly took off my clothes, laying them on the windowsill. I could run faster as a wolf. My wolf sat and cocked her head to the side, but I stayed human. It wasn’t even that I could visualize her, I justknewthat was what she was doing.

How did this even work? After several frustrating minutes of huffing and puffing, trying to shift to my wolf, I pulled my clothes back on and ran toward the trees.

I sniffed the air and followed a promising scent. It was strange to be sniffing the air for an animal to kill, but my wolf's need was engulfing my brain. Yet, she sat and waited.

I came to a stop and inhaled deeply. A smorgasbord of deer was just ahead.

I peeked out from behind a tree and spotted two deer standing near each other. They were resting but had their eyes open. My wolf took over, and I attacked so fast that neither deer had time to react before I tackled the larger one, shifting as my body hit it.

My mind went blank as I tore into it. I could have tried to stop myself, but then what? I'd attack another animal later?

After finishing, I let out a satisfied burp, and with little thought, shifted back and stood. I looked away as I backed up from the gruesome scene in front of me. My canines were no longer out, but it left me with a feeling of disgust.

I dropped to my knees with tears streaming down my face. "I'm so, so sorry." I knew it couldn't hear me—because it was dead—but it made me feel a little better, although not much.

My wolf was uncontrollable.

Fuck.I couldn't just go back home. What if I shifted and killed someone because there were no deer nearby? I was there now, and the other option was to go home and wolf out without meaning to. As much as I hated admitting it, I needed to stay, at least for a bit.

I hated feeling like I was helpless, and I hated that I didn't even know how I'd come to be. Had someone in Cole's pack or the other pack abandoned me? Why would they do that? Was there something wrong with me?

Admitting to myself that I was going to have to rely on Cole to help me was a tough pill to swallow. I didn't want to give in so easily, but the dead deer lying ten feet away told me differently.

I stood and wiped the dirt off my knees. It was the second time in one day I'd have to do the naked walk of shame back to the house. I didn't know what wolf etiquette was, but I didn't have the tools to bury the deer.

I wrapped my arms around my middle as I walked, trying to keep myself warm. I could barely see the lights from the house when I heard growls behind me.Now what?

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