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about him. I don’t want him to hear you.”
    Tory sighed. “You’re lousy at reading people, babe. I have no idea how you got to be such a good lawyer. I thought shifters were intuitive.”
    Burn Blackthorn began to speak, thankfully rescuing Bailey from the conversation. “May you find your mates,” he said. He took Lila’s hand, and all the other mated couples did the same. They turned their backs on the single males and females and walked back up to the house.
    “What now?” Tory asked.
    “Time to take off our clothes.”
    “Jesus,” she whispered. “Just like that.”
    “Yep, just like that.” If Bailey had Tory’s body, she would have torn her clothes off. But she was self-conscious around all these shifters who didn’t seem to possess an ounce of fat. Pack members were already turning into their wolves, the women holding in place while the men paced in front of them as if they were at a smorgasbord.
    “Why aren’t you shifting?” Tory asked.
    “I’m scared.” A large brown wolf, his front paw white, paced around Bailey. She gripped the fabric of her skirt and sucked in a breath when he nudged her from behind. “Son of a bitch.” She hadn’t been paying attention to the changes, and she had no idea who this wolf was, but his cold, wet nose up against her ass, was pretty insistent. “Fuck it,” Bailey said.
    Without undressing first, she concentrated on the change. It had been a while since she’d shifted into her fox, but it the transition from human to animal was like riding a bike. Once you learned, you never forgot. Within seconds, she was down on all fours and tangled in lace and flounce. Damn it! She hadn’t thought this through very well.
    White paw tugged at her clothes with his teeth, assisting her out of the mess of fabric. Her underwear and bra were easy to step out of. The Corsac Fox, which is also the last name her mother had adopted for them when they came to America, was the size of a medium dog. They were short, and their fur was fluffy beige. When Bailey managed to get to her paws, she stared at the wolf who seemed intent on her.
    His eyes were amber and bright. The brown of his fur was actually a mix of browns, blacks, and caramels. He was large, his chest span was at least two feet wide. He was a strong male. Bailey let her instinct override her habitual human responses, and she held still as the male wolf sniffed her from head to toe. When he finished, he allowed her to do the same. His scent was a combination of musk, sandalwood, and a pure wildness Bailey could almost taste. He exuded a masculinity she had never experienced up close.
    When she’d finished, she transformed back into her human form, as was the next step in the ceremony. The wolf stared at her naked body for a few second before he began his shift into a man. When he unfolded to his complete height, Bailey sucked in a breath.
    Forrest.
    He stood facing her, his naked body hard with muscles. Tattoos decorated his chest and thighs, tribal designs all denoting important milestones in his life. They flexed and danced as his skin rippled as if on the verge of changing back to beast. His blue eyes were rimmed with amber, even more of an indication that his animal was close to resurfacing. He stared at Bailey, his lips pressed firmly together in a grim expression. Then he took a step toward her.
    Bailey, instead of launching herself into his arms, took a step back. Forrest’s set expression faltered, a snarl replacing his frown. “Woman,” he growled.
    Her girly bits instantly warmed with heat and moisture. God, the grumpier he acted the wetter she got. Did she really want to be Forrest’s first conquest as alpha? She’d be the laughing stock of the Blackthorn Pack. Nothing would stop the gossip. She roped one arm across her chest and her free hand she placed over her bush. “Uh-uh.” She shook her head at Forrest.
    He took another step toward her. “I will have you, Bailey Corsac,” Forrest said, his