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I didn’t want to spend the rest of the night trying to prove to Shane that I was telling the truth. He would think I was nuts. There was only one quick way to prove to him I wasn’t insane.

I shifted into my wolf.

Shane’s eyes rolled back as he hit the floor.

Chapter Three

Shane

My head was throbbing when I cracked my eyes open. When I touched where it hurt, I winced, and when I pulled my hand away, I saw blood. I was five seconds away from passing out again until I saw Delvin hunkered down next to the couch where I lay.

And he was totally naked. My gaze slid over his chest, noticing a tattoo on his left pec. He had chest hair, which turned me on. His muscles were well honed, but I refused to look any lower, even though my eyes were begging me to.

“I tried to catch you, but I wasn’t fast enough. Head wounds bleed like a bitch, but from what I saw, it’s just tiny cut. You must have clipped the edge of the coffee table.”

Just then the door opened and Joshua walked in. He glanced at Delvin before his gaze landed on me. “Why do I smell blood, and why are you naked?”

“Shane wanted Ashford.”

Joshua’s eyes rounded. “And you showed him?”

Now it was all coming back to me. Delvin had changed into Ashford, a wolf. I would have scrambled off the couch, but my head was killing me. Instead, I lay perfectly still as I tried to piece things together. I was out of it the night I’d been kidnapped, only remembering fragments, but after what Delvin had just done, more pieces of the puzzle popped into my head. Delvin had been naked when he’d carried me out of that house.

Wait. I closed my eyes and tried to recall the night, and now, if I wasn’t wrong, I’d seen two wolves just outside my door, attacking Reverend Goodstocke. Those wolves had been Delvin and Joshua.

Holy shit!

When I finally opened my eyes, Joshua’s head was tilted and he was watching me with that gorgeous dark blue gaze. I couldn’t tell you who was handsomer. They were tied in that department.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Maybe if I acted as if things were normal, they would somehow become normal, because god, nothing felt normal right now. Then again, I wasn’t even normal, and if I didn’t stop thinking the word normal, I was going to smack myself.

“How’s your head?” Joshua approached the couch, his hands in his front pockets, deep concern etched along his features.

He moved my legs and sat on the edge then removed my shoes as if that would help my head. But I didn’t argue. I liked being surrounded by them. They made me feel safe, even if they weren’t human. I didn’t care. No one had ever treated me the way they had with kindness and consideration, soft touches, which were casual, but I loved those touches anyway.

“Hurts,” I said.

“I’m going to get a wet rag for him.” Delvin pushed to his feet and walked out of my living room.

I glanced at my walls, floor, the television, which was off, anywhere but at Joshua. His gaze was just too damn intense.

“I meant your headache. How did you hurt your head anyway?”

“I fainted, and Delvin says I probably clipped the coffee table.”

“I’m gonna kick his ass.” Joshua’s jaw clenched. “He didn’t have to do it that way. He could have waited until I was here for that reason alone.”

“Are…” I licked my lips, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it out loud. “Are you really a wolf?”

Joshua sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yes.”

“And it was you and Delvin who killed the reverend. As wolves?”

“Yes.”

I closed my eyes again and nodded, grateful that Delvin and Joshua had rescued me and uncaring that the reverend was dead. He’d been the one who’d kidnapped me and taken me to that house. “Did I ever thank you for saving me?”

“You don’t have to.” Joshua smiled and squeezed my ankle. “We were doing everyone a favor by killing that bible-thumping fake.”

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