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They sobered at Victoria’s stare.

“Please.” Hugh wrinkled his nose. “Those bastard unicorns can’t even begin compare to a werewolf.”

I was about to question the existence of unicorns when I saw that Hugh meant what he’d just said. I filed this in my things-to-freak-about-later mental folder.

“White werewolves are born leaders,” Victoria explained. “They are natural alphas with abilities far beyond normal werewolves, including the power to control multiple packs.” She hesitated. “The last recorded white wolf was my great-great-grandmother. She was a luna who united not just all the packs in New England during the Shadow War, but also convinced other supernatural clans to work with the werewolves.”

My scalp prickled as the ramifications of what she’d just said sank in. That explained a few things. Why I was adapting so fast to being a werewolf. Why I’d managed to outrun even experienced pack members after my very first transformation tonight. Why I was, as Samuel had essentially described, a natural at this.

Caroline’s gaze turned calculating. “The question is, why did a white wolf manifest in Abby? She wasn’t even born a werewolf.”

Uncle Frederick squinted at me. “Any chance one of your distant relatives was a werewolf?”

“Nope,” I replied succinctly. “So, the Council of Elders? Who are they?”

Samuel’s face darkened. “A bunch of old busybodies who should keep their noses out of everyone’s business.” He paused. “No offense, Mother.”

“Still, there’s no avoiding them,” Victoria said curtly. “We may be a group of middle-aged women, but our words are often treated as law in the supernatural community.” She pinned me with a pointed look. “I shall make the arrangements and contact you.”

I had a nasty feeling my life was about to get even more complicated than it was.

Samuel was still frowning by the time we pulled up outside Parkside. Movement at the living room window of my apartment had us both looking up.

Ellie and Bo had their faces squished against the glass.

Samuel relaxed, his expression growing amused. “They look like they’ve been there a while.”

From the condensation steaming up the window, I had to agree.

“So what did you think of your first pack run?”

I turned to see him watching me closely, his amber gaze behind his glasses carrying a heat that made my insides tingle.

“Bar Hugh trying to sniff my butt, I thought it was pretty damn cool.”

His mouth curved into a smile that made me blink.

“I’m glad,” he drawled.

My wolf acted before I could stop her.

Samuel’s breath caught when I leaned across the console and kissed him. He froze for a heartbeat. Then he was moving, his hands finding my face and his body gravitating instinctively toward me.

He deepened the kiss with a groan that made my toes curl.

By the time he pulled back, my heart was racing, my blood was on fire, and I was biting down the urge to rip his clothes off and have my wicked way with him, witnesses be damned. Judging from the way he was looking at me and his chest was heaving, he was entertaining similar thoughts.

I swallowed hard and reached for the door handle. “I should go.”

Samuel recovered his composure. “I’ll bring lunch tomorrow for everyone.” A low chuckle escaped him as I darted out of the car. “It seems my luna is a chicken, so I’ll make sure to get some.”

His laughter followed me as I made a run for the lobby, my face hot.

21

Not Just Another Day at the Office

Charlene beamedat me when I walked into Hawthorne & Associates the next morning with Bo.

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