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he hadn’t dressed to impress. His large physique called for caution. As a werewolf, he would be huge and quite possibly deadly. Those eyes though. They were so pale and captivating that she was sure she would have remembered if she’d seen them before.
    Of course, she’d never seen his eyes before. Silver reflective sunglasses had hidden how incredibly distracting they were.
    “I know you, Moira Tangaree. And I’ve waited a long time to bring you home.” He shut the door behind him, encasing them in the glow from the monitor.
    No matter that he’d been incredible masturbation material over the years, she didn’t know shit about this werewolf—except that five years ago he claimed she would be his mate. She’d been damned naïve back then. Today, his incredible sex appeal, muscles bulging everywhere and the domination that glowed in his eyes wouldn’t make her belly-up.
    He moved in on her.
    “I don’t think so,” she cried out, lunging at him. It wasn’t the first time she’d acted first and asked questions later.
    The first time they’d met, she’d never seen him stand, only sit with powerful-looking legs straddling his motorcycle. He stood head and shoulders taller than she, easily six-and-a-half-feet tall if she had to guess.
    Allowing the change to rush through her enough to add a fair amount of muscle, she plowed into him. And hit a fucking brick wall.
    He sent her flying across the small cabin. The wooden panels on the wall cracked against her weight and she slid to the floor.
    Moira had spent years fighting to survive. Getting the wind knocked out of her only outraged her. Not to mention there was something incredibly enticing in his gaze.
    Towering over her, his arms spread and hands fisted, he looked more deadly than some 24
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    of the worst criminals she’d seen working with GWAR. Lust pooled between her legs, adding to the excitement of the fight. His reasons for being here were a mystery, one she would solve later. Right now, taking him on, proving he couldn’t burst in and give her orders mattered more to her than learning why he was there at all.
    The change roared through her body. She didn’t bother with her clothes. Her bones popped, reshaping. Muscles contorted and veins stretched. The sweet pain of transformation took over, a more primal instinct guiding her now.
    All dark shadows in the room faded. No longer did human vision hinder her. The chill in the night air disappeared, her long, thick black coat growing quickly as her human flesh became harder, tougher. Hands turned into paws while her muscles reshaped, her body contorting into her purer form.
    A growl ripped through her and she leapt into the air, using her gift along with her animalistic traits to take on her intruder.
    He changed just as quickly, falling to all fours and lunging on her before she could hit the ground.
    You don’t know who you’re messing with, wolf man.
    She twisted under his impact, turning tooth and claw on him as she attacked.
    His body was solid steel, even more developed than she remembered him being years ago, if that were possible. And as a werewolf, his black coat, which was not longhaired like the purebred Malta werewolf, covered muscles that rippled like an angry tide. Silver eyes sparked with pleasure when she managed to get out from underneath him. He opened his mouth, showing off a deadly row of long, spiked teeth that glowed as much as his eyes did. The smile he gave her was enough to know he would enjoy taking her down and claiming her as his prize. Fire ignited quickly inside her when she pictured him mounting her. His hair didn’t cover his thick, dark cock that even unaroused was larger than anything she’d ever seen before. What would it feel like to be impaled by that?
    He lowered his head, growling an invitation, letting her know he’d love for her to find out. She gave herself a quick shake. As though he could read her mind, or something.
    Very few female werewolves