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new pack more. However. I just wanted you to know I value you just as much for either pack.” Quietly, he disconnected the call.
    Tate stayed by the wall for a few more moments, collecting himself. His thoughts whirled with the sudden overload of information. Equally conflicted, his wolf paced his mind, fur still ruffed up. Tate finally sighed and pushed it all away for the moment. He didn't usually get upset at much. Just the feeling of it was unusual enough to bother him. His wolf pressed up against his mind now, trying to offer comfort. Taking a deep breath, then another, he blew out hard to dispel the aggravation. He'd worry about it tomorrow. Time to move on for now.
    With a shake of his head, he looked up the busy sidewalk. Just steps ahead, he saw the bookstore's awning and well-lit display of books in its expansive front windows. It was a much bigger place than he'd thought, although it was an independent store rather than a chain. They must be doing better than dire news reports about the demise of bookstores everywhere would have him believe.
    Pushing open the door, he entered, boots smacking the wooden floor. Hmm. Bit loud. He mellowed his steps and took a look around the shop, wondering what the heck to get his ridiculously well-read mother for her birthday. Focused and somewhat overwhelmed by the aisles of bookshelves lining the store with thousands of pages of words, he distractedly filtered out the scents of wood, furniture polish, paper pulp, and the faint remnants of ink on the pages.
    Two strides later, everything changed in the blink of an eye.
    Her scent hit him so hard he almost staggered. The unknown female wolf. A light skiff of snow, bright cedar, and the promise of something feral and free all crowded his senses at once. He lost all recognition of any other scents but hers, all thoughts of anything else, as he snapped his head up to look.
    She's here, right here, he thought, even though he still didn't know who she was . All he knew was that he had to get to her, now.
    Where? his wolf demanded, instantly leaping to the front of his mind and peering out Tate's eyes, scenting through Tate's nose. Where is she?
    Tate's mind still boggled. His beautiful, enticing mystery wolf was here, in Denver. He took another quiet step forward before he realized that while the bookstore was hushed as bookstores tended to be, there was a speaking voice at one end that seemed to be holding space. His sharp nose followed the sweet tang of her scent in that direction. Forcing his wolf back again, he took another step toward the back of the store.
    “Did you come for the reading?” A bookseller behind a long sales counter pitched her voice low as he passed by. As he looked over at her, she motioned toward the back of the store. “She's started already, but you should be able to slip right in. I think there might even be a chair left.”
    “Uh-huh,” Tate said. He felt dazed. His wolf prowled through his mind so restlessly he thought he might burst out of his own skin. “Thank you.”
    The bookseller smiled, her glance lingering on him with slight puzzlement as he touched his fingers to his hat and started to make his way down the aisles. He needed to avoid close up eye contact with people, because his wolf must be staring out very hard though him right now, making his eyes begin to glow.
    The scent of the unknown wolf pulled at him, tugging him forward while it teased and whispered through hi s mind. Her scent mixed with his, almost stroking him with its intense beauty and indefinable importance. Images slammed through his mind: smooth, naked skin sliding against his. The whiff of pure snow tinged with sweet, fresh citrus covering him. That indescribably wild desire, mixed between running and mating, restless freedom with tangled sweatiness, suffused him again. He almost gasped from the sudden, sheer intensity of his reaction.
    His very aroused reaction. The other day it had been the shock of recognition. Today, it