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I’m also not sure if I just want to parade around with my junk jiggling in full display.

She cocks her head to the side, narrowing her eyes as she takes a few steps towards me.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, obviously confused.

“Fuck if I know,” I snap. “I don’t even know where I am, or how I got here.”

Her eyes widen with shock. “You’re not—” But she stops suddenly, shaking her head.

“Not what?” I say. “Not dressed? You’re telling me, lady. I’ve got no fucking clue where my clothes are.”

I’m not sure if I should just tell her I’m a wayward wolf. I can tell by her scent that she’s no lycan, but she’s not fully human, either.

“I think there’s been a terrible mistake,” she says. “I can’t believe this.”

“What the fuck,” I curse, frowning at her. “I’m trying to explain. I didn’t do this on purpose, you know!”

“No,” she whispers, shaking her head. “You didn’t do it. I did.”

“What?” I shriek, completely freaked out. “What do you mean, you did this? How? Who are you?”

“I’m Lucy,” she says with a little smile. “And you must be Peter.”

“What? How do you know my name?”

Lucy sighs. “Because I’m a witch, and it was my spell that brought you here.”

Anger and disbelief clash inside me so powerfully that I can’t speak. My stomach flips as I stare at her, trying to comprehend her words.

When she speaks again, the world gets even weirder than I ever thought it could.

“I know your name because I know your brother,” she says. “I know Rider. He’s been looking for you.”

Chapter 3 - Lucy

There’s a naked man in my backyard.

At first, the thought is so ludicrous it doesn’t register. It’s just one of those things that is so absurd, the mind refuses to absorb it. I recognized something different about the far corner under the big tree but didn’t focus on it until it moved.

Terror streaks through my veins, shocking me to a standstill. My mind wanders briefly to the stupidity of a fear response being freeze.

Shouldn’t I be running?

Once my eyes focus, I immediately relax. The dark auburn hair glinting in the light and tall, lean body is unmistakable. A cascade of confused questions follows.

Why is Rider in my backyard? Did he have a fight with Fiona? Why would he come here?

Then I realize this man has no idea who I am.

And there’s no scar on his cheek.

“What do you mean, you know my brother?” the man snaps. “Where the fuck am I?”

Lucidity returns to me in a rush. The last few minutes and the first words of our conversation feel very far away, as if I was underwater and now I’ve suddenly broken above the waves.

I still can’t breathe.What the fuck is going on?

“He’s married to my best friend,” I stutter, desperately trying to gather my thoughts. I haven’t even had any coffee yet, and my brain is reeling at this unexpected change to my comfortable routine.

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