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“I’m not scared of anything,” she says, crossing her arms, a scowl written across her face. But I’m no fool and I think she knows it. That bear was ready to tear her apart. She was there, she felt the bear's claws rip at her skin, she looked down the tunnel and knew what was before her: death. I’m a predator and I know the look a creature gets in its eyes when it recognizes death, accepts it.

I don’t look at her with pity, but hell, there is a lot this woman doesn’t seem to understand.

“Oh, yeah? That bear, she didn’t terrify you?” River asks. “Being scared isn’t a crime you know.”

“That was a female bear?” she asks. “I didn’t see any cubs.” Her eyes dart around looking for the black bear to return any moment.

“If you see the cubs, then you’re in real trouble. Gotta know the other signs. We’ll teach you anything you want to learn,” East says. Fighting a smile, he adds, “I bet there are some things you’d like to learn about wolves, too.” He says the last part slowly and I know what he wants to teach her. Hell, I want to teach her the exact same thing.

Wolves have a primal instinct for pleasure—and we will hunt it down until we find it.

“Is that your way of avoiding the question at hand?” she asks. She must no longer see us as a threat because she pushes past us toward the ruined tent.

East, River, and I share a knowing look. Just how much do we tell this stranger?

“Okay, well, if you’re gonna be creepers about it, whatever. I’ve had a helluva night and I don’t need more bullshit.” She shakes her head and throws a backpack over her shoulder. As she does, her body reminds her of her injury. “Fuuuuck,” she shouts. “Motherfucking fuck.” She drops the bag and reaches for her arm. Blood has soaked through her light jacket and she bites her bottom lip to stifle a cry.

“Hey,” I say, moving toward her and knowing she needs help even if she doesn’t want to accept it. “Let us help.” I take the bag from her hand and sling it over my shoulder. It’s not much, but it’s a start.

She looks up at me, her eyes shimmering in the light of the moon. But she isn’t a soft glow with silver streaks—she is red fire and guns blazing. “Help me? Are you crazy? I don’t even know what you are.”

I run a hand over my jaw, the day-old stubble reminding me that it’s late. We need to get this girl out of the woods, now. The scent of blood will attract more wolves—and that’s the last thing we need right now.

“Look,” I say. “You wouldn’t believe us if we tried.”

“Try me.” She pushes her lips forward as if daring me to talk.

East shrugs and River sighs, and the truth is this woman could be eaten alive in these woods. Or worse, a member of our old pack might find her here, in the wolves’ territory, and stake claim on her before we do.

“We’re shifters,” I tell her, pulling back my shoulders and looking at her headlong. “Wolf shifters. And we come out at night and hunt. That, and save innocent women about to be mauled by wild bears.”

She cocks a brow at me. “I’ve never in my life, been called innocent.”

East snorts, and River smirks… but me? I’m turned the fuck on.

“And what is it you’re usually called?”

“Remedy. That’s my name at least.”

“What, like, you’re the cure?” I ask.

She twists her lips, an eyebrow raised, as if not buying it. “Yeah, but I think I’m usually the problem.”

“Still, tonight you need fixing,” River says, stepping toward her. “That shoulder needs to be bandaged.”

“And you know how to do that, you wolf-shifting-whatever-you-are?”

I nod. “We do.” I glance around the dark forest. “It’s getting late, it’s not safe out here for anyone, let alone you.”

“Me?” Remedy scoffs. “I’m stronger than I look.”

I shake my head, stepping closer to her. “I don’t doubt it. You look plenty strong, believe me.”

“Then why so worried?” she asks.

“Because I don’t want to lose your scent and have to start all over tomorrow.”

Her eyes narrow. “You’ve been tracking me?”

I nod. “We’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

“How long?” she asks, the timbre of her voice shaking for the first time. “How long have you been looking for me?”

“Remedy,” I tell her, my body thrumming with intensity. “Would you believe me if I said forever?

5

Remedy

If the situation had been different—if I weren’t running from the police for killing a man or if I hadn’t already been attacked by a mama bear tonight, maybe I wouldn’t have followed their lead—but all this had happened. I was alone and lost and really fucking in over my head.

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