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A shudder of intense need shot through me, but I gritted my teeth while picturing Lorna in my mind. I was here to find Lorna, not get laid.

“Say, have you met a gorgeous snow leopard shifter with pale blonde hair?” Tobias blinked in confusion at my abrupt change of topic.

“Um…no? Why?” His eyes darkened as his mouth flattened in annoyance. “Are you interested in the female?”

My face must have broadcast my horror at his question because he relaxed and then smirked.

“Jealous?”

“What? No! Just asking because she’s a friend of mine and I haven’t, um, heard from her since she went to the Full Moon Party in August.”

Tobias shrugged. “I don’t recall a female matching that description. I’ll check with Tate. He might remember her.”

I detected no trace of deceit in his words. Tobias wasn’t lying—either he hadn’t met Lorna or, if he had, he didn’t remember her, which meant he wasn’t the male in the camera image.

The wolf slid a firm hand up my side and froze. “Why do you feel like a female?” Fear bloomed sour between us, and when he stepped back with a look of wide-eyed confusion, I ducked under his arm and fled.

35

Tobias

What in the actual fuck was I doing? I was supposed to be watching Tank fight. Not chasing after a wolf shifter who’d made it more than clear he wasn’t interested. A skinny male wolf shifter. So not exactly my type.

And yet, here I was.

Nothing about Riley fucking Scott made sense.

I’d tried talking to the little wolf, and he’d rebuffed me at every turn. Worse, after touching him and feeling how soft his skin was, and also how his body felt under my hands, I couldn’t let him go.

Yet another thing that made no sense. He looked like a male, yet he felt like a female. And his wolf was female.

Was it any wonder I was confused?

Now the little wolf hybrid had run off before I could pin the fucker down and…question him. Okay, so I wanted to do a lot more than question him, but the minute he ran, my predator instincts went into overdrive.

There was only one marked trail back to the road, so I hung back and then followed his burned sugar scent, knowing I could head him off before he reached the parking area.

I ran down a narrow track that looped back around to intersect with the main trail. My wolf and I were furious he’d dared to run away from us. We wanted to punish him in the worst way, pin him down while we fucked his sexy ass.

“You should know better than to run from an apex predator, little wolf!” I was on the verge of losing my shit when I finally caught the little hybrid. He froze as I threw him against a thick tree trunk, but instead of screaming obscenities at me, he kissed me.

The minute his soft lips touched mine, I knew. This wolf was my goddess-fated mate. The other half of my soul, destined to be mine for as long as we both lived.

Cinnamon and burned sugar enveloped me. I deepened the kiss, lost in the heady sensation of his mouth on mine. Until an insistent ringtone distracted me.

Tate was calling. He wouldn’t bother unless it was urgent.

It took all I had to break the kiss. I swiped to accept the call while staring down at my mate, who refused to meet my eyes, his lips swollen and pink. Did he not feel the same pull as me? I had no clue how a mate bond worked if one of us was a hybrid. Like most shifters, I was told hybrids couldn’t form mate bonds because their shifter half wasn’t strong enough.

“I have to go,” the little dude said, his cheeks flushed and his pupils dilated.

“No,” I growled as Tate yelled in my ear.

“What the fuck, Tobias! Get your ass back here right now! Tank’s lost it!”

Tank’s lost it? Tate’s words obliterated the lust clouding my brain. An out-of-control Tank was bad.

The call ended before I could ask what the fuck had happened to make Tank lose control of his wolf.