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

When heat flares in his eyes, I quickly slide under the covers and wave him away.

“Go on.”

A growl rumbles deep in his throat, and he leans over to plant a promising kiss to my mouth before storming out of the room, my bundle of clothes clutched tight to his chest like a lifeline.

56

WARNER

“But my hair!”

“Put the helmet on now, or you’re walking to the bowling alley. I do not have time for this.”

“You were a lot more easygoing before Zoey,” Tanya mutters, delicately placing the spare helmet over her bouncy waves.

I ponder my sister’s words as I rev my bike to life.

Was I more easygoing before Zoey moved to town and shook up my life?

Probably. Because before she got here, I had nothing to fight for. Nothing to hurry home to.

Not to mention, I had no reason to be on edge about my mom being exiled. I offered to help Roderick work out the details, but he flat-out refused.

Sometimes, being the pack leader is a shit job.

He did tell me she won’t be barred from communicating with us over the phone. That is, if any of us wants to talk to her. I expect Tanya will and possibly Isaac, but despite Roderick’s stoic expression, I could tell how devastated he was that our mother pushed us to do this.

I, of course, am furious with her, and I know it’ll be a long time before I’m in the right headspace to have any kind of conversation with her.

So, by tomorrow morning, Pine Falls will be down one wolf.

The bowling alley isn’t far, but every hint of space that’s put between me and Zoey has my wolf growing anxious.

Tonight was rough on my protective instincts.

Still, the knowledge that I have my woman’s clothes bundled in my saddlebag gives me comfort. Assures me that she’ll be waiting for me when I get back.

When we pull into the cracked parking lot of the aptly named 12 Lanes, I can hear the crack of heavy balls against pins, mixed with laughter, emanating from inside the building. Tanya dismounts and immediately rips off the helmet, as if the thing was burning her the entire ride. I expect her to toss the headwear at me, then race inside.

Instead, she clutches the helmet against her chest, ignoring my outstretched hand.

“Is Mom really getting exiled?” My take-no-shit sister looks suddenly vulnerable.

I fight a grimace and nod. “You understand why, right?”

“Yeah.” The word comes out on a sigh. “I can’t believe she won’t let it go. I mean, I can hold a grudge, believe me. I still haven’t gotten over the fact that Isaac cut the hair off all my Barbies when we were eight. But I’d get over it in a second if the other option meant giving up all of you.”