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“Kelli’s lycan, same as me, but you’re making assumptions about us being bitten.”
    Shock held her immobile for a few seconds and she turned to give him her full attention. “Oh, wow, you’re both born wolves? The expert who came into the department said born wolves were virtually extinct now, that the virus is only transmitted by bite.”
    “Then your expert is an idiot, darlin’.” He snorted, turning onto a side road. “Most of the wolves in the Stratton pack are born wolves. We’ve even got a few hybrids. Most wolf/bear mixes. There’s a bear town a little ways down the road.”
    “Oh, I see.” Feeling an idiot, she looked out the window. Houses dotted either side of the road. Nice houses, with drives, well-kept lawns and little picket fences. Not at all the sort of thing she expected werewolves to live in. Turning the wheel, he pulled to a stop in the driveway of one of the smaller ones. The windows were dark.
    After getting out of the truck, he walked around and opened the door for her. “This is us.”
    For a moment, she hesitated, not wanting to get out, as though the simple act would indicate her willingness to step into this strange new world she found herself in. Her indecision must have shown on her face because his expression softened and he held out a hand.
    “Come on, darlin’. I won’t bite.” His expression split into a cheeky grin. “Not unless you ask real nice.”
    “Yeah? You promise?” She was stalling for time and they both knew it. “I don’t even know your name…”
    “Riley Copeland. And you are?”
    “Ce…Clara Callahan,” she corrected quickly. “My friends call me Ce.”
    “Am I your friend?” He didn’t look away, and somewhere within she felt the pull of something more than a simple female-male attraction. Something deeper, more primitive. Quickly she shut it down and put her hand in his.
    “I hope so since it seems I’ve no choices here. Lead the way, Riley.”
    *
    His home was neat and well-kept for a single guy, which surprised her. Ce looked about in appreciation of the casual but stylish furnishings, all in neutral but pleasing shades of cream and beige.
    “I’ve only the one spare bedroom, I’m afraid,” he said over his shoulder, leading her up the stairs.
    The single flight afforded her another opportunity to ogle the man’s ass. Which was, as asses went, spectacular. Her cheeks were flushed by the time they reached the first floor but thankfully, he didn’t say anything. Just had a little twinkle in his eye, as though he knew exactly what she’d been doing on the way up.
    “It’s small,” he said, leaning a broad shoulder against the doorframe and sweeping a hand around the room. Decorated in blues and greens, it had a small double bed, built in wardrobes and a dresser under the window. “But you should be comfortable in here. We’ve got fields at the back as well, so when we get closer to your first shift, we can go out that way to run.”
    Shift? Run? Those weren’t concepts she was ready to face at the moment; a wave of tiredness hit her. She’d been scared for her life over the past few days, convinced every noise outside her locked room in the city pack house was the alpha coming to murder her, so what little sleep she’d gotten had been fragmented.
    “Please…at the moment I just want a shower and sleep. If that’s okay?”
    His expression softened again, taking him from scary-handsome to heart-stopping gorgeous. “Of course. Bathroom’s down the hall, towels in the linen closet. I’ll be downstairs, so yell if you need anything.”
    She just nodded, adding a small smile of thanks. Seriously, how was this guy single? At least, she assumed he was single since she’d not seen any evidence of a woman living here. And he’d certainly seemed interested in kissing her when he’d caught her. He hadn’t made a move since though. Probably had a girlfriend. Some skinny model type with fake boobs and a perfect manicure. Everything