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  3. CLAWS & CROCHET
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  5. CONTENT WARNING
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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

Abram would have told me to stop being stupid and used his longer arms to reach around me and grab the bag.

Byron would have given me puppy-dog eyes and waxed on about how he just wanted to help me out, and how he never saw me anymore, and how he felt so useless sometimes, until I was guilted into giving up my burden.

Carver would have made a joke about my spaghetti arms, then tickled me until I physically couldn’t hold the bag anymore.

Donovan wouldn’t have said anything. He’s all about the sneak attack. The second I let my guard down, he’d have crept up behind me and snatched the bag from my hand.

But Warner doesn’t do any of that. Instead, he listens to me.

And for some reason, that seems dangerous. Mainly because I like it so much.

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WARNER

“It seems you’re a fan of large dogs,” a snide voice comes from just ahead of us on the sidewalk, forcing me to take my eyes off of Zoey’s smiling face.

“Hello, Mrs. Applewood.” I keep my voice cordial, even as the sneering woman makes that hard to do.

Her animosity toward me is only slightly understandable.

I’m a wolf. She hates wolves.

Mainly because her daughter is dating one of the pack members.

As Zoey adjusts Bruce’s leash in her hands, she glances between the two of us, clearly picking up on the tension, but having no idea where it’s coming from. And it’s not like I can explain.

As much as I’d like to.

I’m a werewolf. But a friendly one. Can I please bury my face in your neck to smell more of your delicious, earthy scent that I pick up with my supernatural nose? And after that, can I carry you back to my place and show you just how friendly I can be?

But I don’t say any of that. Yet.

After a conversation with Roderick, I have a good idea what Zoey’s alluring scent means for me.

“Zoey, you met Mrs. Applewood at Sip ’N’ Stitch.”

Recognition dawns in my companion’s eyes, and she turns back to the frowning woman with a genuine smile. “Yes, I did. You were making quilting squares, weren’t you? I haven’t tried quilting yet, but I want to. Do you have any tips? Is there a good fabric store in town?”

With her curious questions, Zoey takes a step toward Mrs. Applewood, who looks stunned at the enthusiastic greeting. She opens her mouth, then glances down to see Bruce sniffing her immaculate heels. The stodgy woman shuffles back a step with a huff, glaring at the both of us.

“I don’t associate with dogs.”