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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

“Do you have soda or something?”

“Dr. Pepper okay?” Warner holds up one of the red cans, and I reach over the back of the couch to accept it.

“Look at you, Biker Boy. How’d you know that’s my favorite?”

Amber eyes flick between me and the can in his hand, and a satisfied smile pulls at the corners of his mouth as he passes the drink over.

“Not sure, Mystery Woman. Maybe it’s fate.”

I snort, getting comfy on the surprisingly soft couch. “Soda is not fate.”

The refreshing crack and sigh of me popping open the can almost drown out his next words. At least, I tell myself it does because I’m not sure I want to acknowledge what I just heard.

Something that sounded an awful lot like, We might be.

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WARNER

Roderick has a bloody rabbit in his mouth.

“Show-off,” I think at him.

He huffs out a laugh around his catch, lying down in the damp leaves to feast.

My brother can’t actually read my mind in wolf form. At least, that’s what he claims. But as pack leader, one of the extra enhancements is to get impressions from pack members. He might not hear exact words, but he can pick up intent.

While he eats, I take another few minutes to sprint through the underbrush, stretching muscles that will shift into different shapes when I change back.

Tonight, despite it still being weeks from the full moon, I’m overflowing with energy.

Likely leftover from the afternoon spent watching football with Zoey. Days might have passed since she lounged on my couch, cheering for touchdowns and chugging Dr. Peppers, but I can still smell hints of her in my apartment.

That’s made for some erotic dreams.

My wolf impulses keep pushing me to make a move, but my human brain knows I can’t just walk up to her and say, Be mine.

I need to woo her.

And in order to do that without appearing obsessed, I need to work off my excessive energy and lust.

Luckily, Roderick was available and willing to go on a run with me tonight. When I circle back to him, we head for our bikes.

Pulling on the thread in my mind that ties me to my human self, shadows shift around me as my bones flex and reform. Joints crack, muscles stretch, and I shake off the small aches and pains of the change.

When I stand as a man again, I feel more centered. My thoughts are clearer, and I’m able to plot how to approach my crocheting temptress as I pull my clothes on.