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running through the Shoshone in coyote form, one of her favorite activities. The only thing she would’ve loved more would have been sharing the run with one of her Pack. Someone she loved. Cared for. Anyone. Running alone was a lonely feeling, but she tried to concentrate on the joy of being alive. Of feeling the earth under her paws and the wind in her face.
    As she ran, she came to a stream and paused to drink. In the water, another image joined hers, and when she jerked up her head, there stood a gorgeous brown wolf. His coat was full and shiny, his chest broad, legs long. The only interruption to his beauty was the scarring visible on one side of his face.
    Even in her dream, she knew this wolf—Micah.
    She yipped at him happily and took off. With a resounding bark, he ran after her. He chased her through brush, over logs, across a meadow. She was pretty certain he could’ve caught her anytime, but the fun was in their togetherness, not who won.
    Finally he did catch up, and pounced. He sent them rolling across the grass and leaves, nipping playfully, pinning her underneath his bulk. At no time did she feel threatened. Instead, just incredibly filled with joy, as she hadn’t been in ages. Their play was a balm to her soul.
    And then it changed.
    Over her, the wolf stilled. His body rippled and lengthened, and seamlessly he changed to his half-form. He was a more powerful version of Micah, with fangs and claws, fur covering his chest, arms, torso, and legs. And his cock and balls, too.
    Arousal swamped her, and she changed as well with a thought. While stronger than her human form, her half-form was much smaller than his. She reveled in his power as he spread her legs, reached between them to rub her sex. He parted her folds, dipping his fingers inside to fuck her with them, and she whimpered, raising her hips to encourage him.
    He’d stop if she wanted. No question. She felt safe with him, and so she didn’t want him to end things. Spreading her legs wider, she pulled his head down, loving his chuckle as he fastened his mouth to her and started to lick. God, that preternaturally long tongue was magic, stroking her core and driving her wild. He laved and sucked her clit until she thought she’d go mad.
    And then she exploded into a thousand shards of light, calling his name.
    Jacee awakened with a start, heart pounding. Sex throbbing in the aftermath of a powerful orgasm. Wait. She’d only dreamed that, right?
    Looking down at herself, she saw that she was flat on her back, naked. Her legs were spread and her sex was wet. Just as though Micah really had been there, pleasuring her with his mouth. But that wasn’t possible. She was alone.
    It was a hell of a long time before sleep claimed her again.
    This time, she didn’t dream.

Three
    M icah felt like a complete shit.
    Last night had gone so well. He’d been drawn to Jacee for weeks now and hadn’t known why—until she’d gotten close and his wolf had scented the delicious aroma of cherries and almonds. He’d begun to suspect. And then he’d gotten a taste of her when they’d kissed, and his wolf knew.
    Jacee was his mate.
    The idea was stunning. Frightening and exciting. Could a broken man like him actually have something to offer a mate? Surely she was getting ripped off. Bondmates had no say in the matter, because biology ensured that once they met, they would either mate—or sicken and die without each other. Some choice for Jacee.
    And then he’d totally invaded her privacy after they’d gone home for the evening. He’d already ruined things by using his ability as a Dreamwalker to take advantage of her. She no doubt thought her sexy dream was just that—a dream. His conscience, however, wouldn’t allow her to go on believing a lie. Not a good way to start a
real
relationship. If that’s in fact what he hoped to have, biology or not.
    Picking up the bottle from his dresser, he shook out two pills and downed them with a day-old bottle of water.