Allan knew beyond a doubt that when he’d gone diving for trouble, he’d gotten lots more than that—one human turned wolf, his dive partner, the love of his life, his wolf mate. Nothing could be better than that. He couldn’t have asked for a better teammate for making sure the good guys came out on top.
She was everything he needed in a mate, wolf or otherwise. And he couldn’t have loved her any more than he did as she began to soap his body while he soaped hers.
Debbie had thought she loved Allan the most for his mutual appreciation of diving. But it was so much more than that. He’d opened up a whole new world for her, and she was actually looking forward to a whole lot of wolf play inside the cottage and out. She’d actually missed being a wolf during the phase of the new moon, and she was ready to take advantage of both worlds now.
“Do you ever wonder what would have happened between us if I hadn’t been turned?”
“I believe what was meant to be would be. And we were meant to be together.”
She rubbed her soapy body against his. “I think you’re right. Rowdy would have convinced me of what you were eventually, and I would have made you bite me.”
Allan smiled at her. “Would you have been as growly about the shifting then?”
“Absolutely. I probably still will be when it happens and I don’t want it to. Just so you know, if we have babies before I’ve got the shifting under control—”
“I’ll be there to take care of it. You’ve got me and a whole pack to help out.” He was silent for a moment, and then he said, “You’re already pregnant?”
She let out her breath. “You never know.”
He smiled, looking perfectly pleased with the notion.
She sighed. “I should have known how much trouble you could be.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her mouth soundly. “Ditto, partner. We make a helluva team.”
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Alpha Wolf Need Not Apply
As a law enforcement park ranger, Eric Silver hadn’t expected to be chasing down pot-growing wolves at San Isabel National Park. Humans, no problem. He would get hold of his boss, who would contact various law enforcement agencies to take the criminals down.
But Eric couldn’t let anyone know about this—not when the lawbreakers were wolves.
The moon was full, the cool, dry wind whipping the pinyon branches around, and he caught the scent of a wolf—one of the wolves involved in growing the illegal cannabis—that was loping through the trees dead ahead. Eric and his pack had to catch the bastards running this operation before humans did. Keeping lupus garous secret from humans was paramount.
Eric had been doing one of his usual searches for more of the illegal plants when he’d come across the scent that evening. He’d already found ten areas where they’d been growing. But he needed to actually catch the culprits, and this was the first time that Eric had been this close. Yet Eric was in a real quandary. Darien, his cousin and the leader of their pack, would be furious if he learned Eric had gone after the wolf on his own without calling for backup, but what could he do? He couldn’t let him get away.
All he could do was concentrate on the wolf’s scent ahead of him. It was confident, not fearful—the wolf didn’t yet suspect that Eric was trailing him. Eric glimpsed a tuft of black fur stuck to some of the underbrush, and it smelled of the wolf he was following.
They reached a goatlike path that led to a secluded patch of marijuana. So far so good—there was no sign of any other wolves in the area.
Eric moved in to take the wolf down, but saw movement to his right. Another wolf, this one more beige than gray, had been hiding in the brush. Hell, one gray wolf against two big gray males? Darien would kill him for getting himself into this bind, if Eric lived through it. He didn’t have a choice now. Kill or be killed.
Eric whipped around before the wolf had a chance to attack. He dove for the wolf’s right foreleg, hoping to bring him down before he had to deal with the other wolf. The wolf wasn’t prepared for Eric’s quick assault, and with two hard chomps in quick succession, Eric brought the wolf down. The wolf yipped and growled, backing away from Eric on three legs, favoring his injured one.
Eric swung around to face the new threat. The wolf he’d been following had tried to sneak up on him silently, like a wolf on a hunt. Eric feinted, then swung around and bit into the wolf’s other leg. With a snap, he broke the wolf’s leg.