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and took a step out of his embrace so that she could see his face clearly.
    “We headed deeper into the mountain ranges so that we’re closer to our pack.”
    “Your pack? As in wolf pack?”
    “That’s right. Snake-shifters won’t dare slither into Shy River pack territory.” He tilted his head slightly, perhaps trying to assess how much to tell her. “Well, not usually,” Sogarn corrected, “but they do seem rather motivated. Anyone who can still hold a grudge nearly fifty years later is mighty pissed. Whatever Polly did to the people who hired them, they don’t seem inclined to forget.”
    She opened her mouth but had absolutely no idea what to say next.
    She was in a safe house with two purple-hued men who could turn into wolves and a cockatoo-shaped royal that was throwing a tantrum. Only this morning she’d lamented her boring life and wished for a little excitement.
    This wasn’t exactly what she’d had in mind.
     
    * * * *
     
    Sogarn wanted to pull her back into his embrace. Somehow just holding Wendy had felt perfect, like she belonged in his arms. After nearly a year of being close enough to touch but being restricted in his reactions by his wolf-shaped body, it actually felt like he’d finally come home.
    Holding her had been the highlight of this entire forty-four year assignment.
    But that thought did have the unwelcome effect of reminding him that he had a job to do. Despite the fact that they were well hidden, this was no time to let their guard down. Until they could get Polly set up in another safe situation, they were on high alert.
    “Donovan, keep Wendy company,” Sogarn said quietly, hoping not to frighten Wendy any further but also wanting her to know she was in capable hands. “I’ll check on dinner and then do a quick perimeter run.”
    Donovan yipped his agreement in wolfy exuberance.
    “You know, I think that conversation might have gone more smoothly if we’d put clothes on first,” Donovan said telepathically as Wendy sat back on the bed and he settled down next to her again.
    He and Sogarn had both grown so comfortable in their own skin they hadn’t even given clothes a thought. Sogarn laughed softly as he left the room. “I suspect you’re right.” Even though she lived alone, Wendy had always been dressed when they’d seen her. “I hope we didn’t make her too uncomfortable.”
    “I believe we were the ones left feeling uncomfortable,” Donovan said with a pained sigh.
    Sogarn laughed. “She is one gorgeous lady, even if she is a human.”
    Donovan didn’t bother denying the attraction. With their mental link there was very little that they could keep from each other. They’d fallen for the human even when she’d thought they were just wolves. This wasn’t exactly how Sogarn had hoped to draw Wendy into their lives, but he couldn’t help but be a little grateful for the arrival of snake-shifters that made it necessary to reveal their human forms.
    Now they just needed to explain the breach of protocol to the alpha. That was one conversation Sogarn definitely was not looking forward to.
     
    * * * *
     
    Wendy dropped her hand to the wolf beside her, caressing behind his ears as had become her habit when she was thinking. Except that now that she knew the wolf lying on the bed beside her wasn’t actually a wolf, it was probably something she shouldn’t be doing. Her thought was reinforced when the furry liar groaned in wolfy pleasure. She snatched her hand back.
    “Change,” she said frantically. Perhaps a little too frantically considering the way the wolf’s ears swiveled toward her a moment before it sort of melted back into the shape of a purple man. Purple…“Why the hell are you purple?”
    Donovan laughed softly and reached over to touch her face with the backs of his knuckles. “Just genetics,” he answered with a smile. “Some packs can integrate into human society quite easily. We aren’t one of them.” He laughed softly. “Well, except