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  3. CLAWS & CROCHET
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  64. EPILOGUE
  65. VISIT FOLK HAVEN
  66. SEDUCED BY A SELKIE
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  68. ALSO BY LAUREN CONNOLLY
  69. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

The surety in her voice throws me off. Mom talks like she’s an expert on the subject. Like she knows everything there is to know about Zoey. Only the person she’s describing sounds nothing like the woman I love.

“Where is this coming from? You’ve barely even talked to her.” A growl rides my voice, an urge to defend my future mate seeping out from my wolf.

“She’s a Gunner! That’s what Gunner girls do. They leave.”

“Rebecca …” Uncle Mason looks distinctly uncomfortable, and I can’t help remembering my guess about his and Zoey’s mother’s relationship.

But I’m not concerned with the past. Only the future.

“I’m not arguing that. But when she leaves, I’m going with her.”

As my mother opens her mouth, eyes gaining fire, a loud knock rings out from the side of the building. Well, loud for werewolves. A human might not have picked up on it from this distance.

But I hear it without effort, along with the desperate words that follow.

“Warner! Your bike is parked in the alley, so I know you’re here! You are here, right?”

Zoey.

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ZOEY

My knocking sounds angry.

Is there a way to knock urgently that doesn’t sound like you’re pissed off?

Doesn’t matter. Warner will find out I’m not angry when he gets the hell out of his apartment and comes to talk to me.

Okay, I might be a little angry. But not at my werewolf. I’m angry at myself.

How could I have walked away? What was I thinking, telling Warner to go find someone else? The idea of him dating another woman, kissing another woman, makes me want to break down this door. Not that I think he’s upstairs with some sexy werewolf lady. Hopefully, he would need more than half a day to move on.

But there’s no answer.

I step back, staring up at one of the windows of his apartment.

“Warner! Your bike is parked in the alley, so I know you’re here!” Unless he walked somewhere? “You are here, right?”

Am I yelling at the side of a building for no reason?

Who gives a fuck?

My fist rises to pound again when a voice stops me.

“I’m here.”

I turn, and there he is, stepping around the corner of the building, staring at me with wide eyes. His leather vest sits on top of a white T-shirt. My werewolf biker.

At least, I hope he’s still mine.

“Did you come down the other stairs just to pull some sneaky shit on me?” I cross my arms and affect a glare.

His eyes trace over me. “No. I was in the shop.”

“Hmph,” I mumble as I stare at him.