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back and tucked into his jeans, showing off his narrow waist.
    She just knew if he turned around, she’d drool over that hard-packed abdomen of his.
    As if on cue, he acknowledged a few approaching werewolves and looked her way.
    His dark, brooding stare stabbed her heart, pinning her where she stood so that she couldn’t even breathe. It had been two days since she’d seen him, and she’d argued with herself a hundred times that his words had been spawned by the moment. She told herself that, in truth, she’d been a piece of tail for him just as she had been with the other werewolves she’d been with over the years.
    That was cool, if it were the case. She could handle it. Running from town to town, existing in her fur as much as her skin, she’d learned nothing lasted forever. And getting attached meant getting hurt.
    But this was their new pack. They were digging in their claws, staying put. Would it be so bad to chase after a werewolf? The way he watched her, the words he’d said to her and his rich, musky smell that still lingered on her skin no matter how many showers she took made it real damned easy to believe that maybe he wanted her again.
    Or a few more times. A couple hundred times would be nice.
    “Erin.” Nicolo pulled her from her thoughts. She looked at her oldest littermate.
    Tall and well-built, he reminded her so much of her sire. At the moment though, he looked stressed. He worried too much about which werewolf was in charge. That was Nicolo, always needing order and demanding perfection from everyone, including himself. “Come with me and meet Josef Failo. We build his den today.”
    “Why do I have to meet him?” she frowned, glancing past Nicolo to where Juan had started working with the other werewolves.
    25
    Lorie O’Clare
    Already the pounding from hammers and electric saws whizzing made it hard to hear. Body sweat and testosterone cluttered the cool mountain air. She got a whiff of something that smelled like a possible storm when she left the group of chattering bitches.
    “We live better today than we have since we’ve left Malta, Erin. But still times are hard and some decisions aren’t easy to make.” He grabbed her arm with both his hands, patting it with his large, warm fingers. “You know I’ll always make sure you have the best life possible.”
    Two werewolves behind him struggled with a load of timber.
    “We take care of each other, Nic. I know that. What’s that got to do with meeting some werewolf? I’m really not in the mood.” Unless it was Juan. Obviously he wasn’t seeking her den out for a formal introduction.
    “Josef asked to meet you. He’s bringing a lot of money to the pack. What harm is there in meeting the werewolf?”
    Erin scowled at the timber when it threatened to fall on one of the werewolves.
    Ignoring her brother, she grabbed the wood with her mind, keeping it from tumbling over and causing an accident. The two werewolves moved it easily to where it needed to be. The two of them glanced around, obviously aware that someone had just helped them.
    “I don’t feel like meeting some werewolf just because he’s got cash. Probably means he’s butt ugly.” Erin watched Juan walk over to the two werewolves and listen as they shared something with him. Slowly he turned his attention to her. She scowled, hating the sensation that she’d just been caught with her paws where they didn’t belong.
    Quickly she turned her attention to Nicolo. “Why would you want me to meet him anyway? Are you trying to pawn me off or something?”
    Nicolo sighed. “We’re part of a pack now. It was different when the three of us ran alone. But you’re twenty-three and more than ready to have your own den. Humor me, Erin. The werewolf asked to meet you. So meet him. You don’t have to do anything beyond that if you don’t want to.”
    Nicolo stopped carrying on when two cubs ran in front of them, both wearing matching dresses and thick stockings with matching