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didn’t you buy a generator?”
    William quickly scrambled off of the steps when Sage roared and threw his food out into the yard, Terror running after it. He stood and stormed into the house. William knew he needed to find another place to live. If Sage was really that moody, that explosive, then he wanted no part of it.
    He’d stay out of Sage’s way as best he could until the house was at least cleaned out of all the debris, and then William would find a new home.

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    Sage gripped the counter edge as he fought desperately against the change already taking place inside his body. His skin felt as though it were stretched tightly over his bones. Not only was he fighting the change, he was fighting his growing attraction toward William.
    “Hell of a way to show him,” Sage gritted between clenched teeth.
    “If you kicked him in the gut, it would hurt less.” He took a few deep breaths, which didn’t help in the least, and then pushed away from the counter.
    The changes were getting worse the older he became. If he didn’t mate soon, he would lose himself to his beast. He’d heard of men shifting and then never shifting back to their human form from waiting so long to mate.
    But Sage hadn’t found the right person to stand by his side. And with his mark of outcast etched into his face, he highly doubted he would.

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    Lynn Hagen
    Not only had Sage never heard of a man mating another man, but he’d never heard of a werewolf mating a human. Sure, werewolves bit humans, converted them, and then mated them, but no one had ever mated an unconverted before.
    And he wasn’t going to bite William and subject him to this life.
    He was an outcast without a pack to back him up and help protect his mate.
    Sage slammed his fist on the counter as his ass was slung between a rock and a hard place. He needed to get away from the human until his shift was over. But what the hell was he going to tell the guy?
    He looked down the hallway when he heard the screen door slam shut. He knew William was going back to work. Fuck!
    Sage walked out of the kitchen, going to find the small man and try to fix the mess he had made of things. It wasn’t William’s fault Sage was losing his fucking mind. If the house wasn’t capable of falling down around him, Sage would walk over to a wall and knock some sense into his head.
    But the house looked as though it was barely standing as it was.
    Shit. He needed to go upstairs and make amends. It was something Sage wasn’t used to doing, but he had to learn to eat crow sometime.
    As he walked up the stairs, carefully, Sage stopped to clench his jaw and roll his shoulders to ease the tight and tingling feeling that encompassed his entire body.
    Somebody shoot me and put me out of my fucking misery.

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Chapter Four
    Sage walked out onto the porch the next morning, stretching and yawning. He scratched his chest, still feeling the itching and tightness, but the irritation wasn’t as bad today—so far.
    They had a full day’s work ahead of them, and Sage was anxious to get started. He wanted to complete as much as he could before the change took over because he would be down for a day or two afterward recouping.
    It was late fall, and the weather wouldn’t hold out much longer.
    Soon the ground would be filled with snow, and the air would be cold as hell. Some of the wiring needed to be replaced and a few of the plumbing pipes.
    His thoughts of his agenda were interrupted when he saw a car pulling out of his town and heading toward his home. Sage gave a low growl until he saw that it was a patrol car.
    That was odd. As far as he knew, he hadn’t hired any law enforcements. He rubbed his thumb and his index finger together as he watched the patrol car turn into his driveway, dust kicking up behind it.
    Sage stepped down from the porch, walking toward the slowly moving vehicle. With the neighboring towns being so small, Sage wondered if the sheriff doubled as a safety