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bottom edge of her garage door. She lost sight of him for a moment. When he came back into view, she was riveted to the same spot.
    She was no expert, but what he did next looked more like a drug-dog than stray wolf-dog. Watching him, she almost dropped the book she was carrying. He approached her car and circled it systematically. His nose never left the car. He paid especially close attention to the hood, and the driver and passenger doors. At one point, he placed his paws very carefully on her car, only the pads of his feet touching it, and continued to sniff. Focusing on the seams and crevices. What the hell?
    With the moon out and shining brightly, she was clearly visible through the large picture windows. She must have moved. Something drew his eye, because his tightly focused attention moved from the car to her. His ears were set forward, a look of intent interest on his wolfy face. As she stood in the living room, looking at what must surely be a giant wolf, a burble of hysterical laughter started deep in her chest. It was all she could do to hold it in. She wasn’t sure when she had started, but she was hugging the book tightly to her chest. She felt the edges pressing against her skin. And still the wolf looked at her, his gaze unblinking but his expression more curious, than hard.
    As he continued to simply stand and stare without moving, her brain slowly began to function again. That’s when her mind made a strange leap. Bright moon. Wolf. Full moon. Giant wolf. No way. She was holding a magic book in her arms. Why not werewolves? She looked up at the big, very full moon. Then back at the wolf…who was gone.
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                  John caught just a hint of…something. He wasn’t sure exactly what. Not Lycan, but also not quite human. It had intrigued him enough to delay him past the point of discretion. He’d spent too much time out in the open in front of her house. With an almost full moon, there had been enough light for her to catch him investigating her car. John had been reluctant to leave the car without a more thorough investigation, since he suspected it was the source of the odd smell. Maybe. There hadn’t been much, just a trace.
                  It was the worst point in his search for her to see him. She could hardly think his intent interest in her car was normal behavior for a stray. Then he’d seen her expressive face show surprise and turn up to the nearly full moon. Really? A bloated moon, a moment of distracting scent, and he was outed? The especially ridiculous part was that her conclusion was right, but the basis couldn’t be more flawed. Where the myth arose, that werewolves were affected or even controlled by the moon, he didn’t know. But the fat, cheery moon, shining brightly down on him as he slipped away, seemed to be mocking him.

Chapter 7
    Waking up early , after a night of hunting for signs of other Lycan, wasn’t likely to put John in the best of moods. Then he remembered he’d been outed, or at least his wolf had, and his mood turned downright unpleasant. She needed to hear about Lycan so that he could introduce her to the pack. Hell, so he could convince her that she wanted to be introduced to the pack. And now she probably had a pretty good suspicion that there was a werewolf cruising her neighborhood. He wasn’t sure if that made his task easier, or more difficult.
    Apparently, both, he discovered when he showed up at Lizzie’s house that morning.
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    Lizzie started at the knock on her front door. She’d slept poorly, intermittently interrupted by dreams of a large, dark wolf chasing her down her street. It wasn’t a nightmare, but it hadn’t been a warm fuzzy dream, either. Stupid magic drama. This girl liked her sleep. She could be flippant, because really—werewolves? What were the chances? She hadn’t figured out what happened the night before, but she was definitely working through alternative possibilities. Possibility, being the key