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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

Heading back to town, Roderick and I rev our engines and let our choppers devour the blacktop. My mind is so focused on how to pursue Zoey that I almost miss the familiar truck parked in a gravel lot on the side of the highway. If it had been any darker, I might have ridden straight past without giving it a second thought. But the faded rust color and particular-shaped dent in the bumper catch my attention.

Zoey is out in the middle of nowhere, and the sun is about to set.

Roderick is ahead of me, taking point, like he always does. Doesn’t matter if it’s the whole club riding or just the two of us, like tonight. We haven’t gotten to ride together, just us brothers, for a while. I hate to cut it short. Still, there’s no way I can head back to town with this rising curiosity threatening to drown out all other thoughts.

I accelerate, coming level with my brother and catching his eye. Using hand signals, I let him know what I intend to do before slowing to pull a U-turn and heading back to the truck. A lot of people would probably be surprised to discover a biker gang where every member has a basic knowledge of American Sign Language. But that’s just another one of Roderick’s protective instincts showing. Or his paranoia. He doesn’t want to rely on radios while we’re riding, and so he insisted everyone learn.

Worked out in our favor though, seeing as how we were able to add a werewolf to our pack who had struggled in other places because he’d lost his hearing before aging into his powers. We’re deaf-friendly, and it got us a tech genius.

When I shut my engine off, Roderick is just pulling in beside me. I wait for him to cut his too. The silence of the night is shocking without the roar of our bikes. It’s only after the ringing in my ears fades that the chorus of the forest filters in and the surroundings don’t seem so quiet.

“You can keep going. That’s Zoey Gunner’s truck. I want to see why she’s out here.”

Roderick has his stoic-statue face on. “Why?”

I climb off my bike. “She’s a city girl. Want to make sure she hasn’t gotten lost in the woods.”