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give Carlie a heart attack when I showed up back at the house covered in blood. I chuckled slightly at the thought, making water go up my nose. I shook my head from side to side quickly from the burn.
                  That wasn’t very smart , I thought with amusement. I sneezed twice, which felt weird in my present state.
                  I arched my back and gathered my energy for the morph to two legs. The heat traveled along my spine and quickly through my limbs. My whole body quivered and then I was upright. The whole process took only a few minutes but Bella was much faster. Her morph was like a flash. At least I’m faster than Ivy , I thought with a grin.
                  A sound from across the stream brought me to attention. I froze. I scanned the bank but I couldn’t see anything that didn’t belong. I had morphed too soon. Someone had seen me. I looked down at my shredded clothes. I looked like I had been attacked. My shirt hung down my shoulders in strips of cloth that barely covered what it should.
                  “When you have more experience with morphing that won’t happen,” a deep voice casually remarked from behind me.
                  I whirled around and my heart nearly stopped at the sight. He was beautiful. At least six feet tall with an olive complexion and jet-black hair. His muscles nearly broke through his white t-shirt, which clung seductively to his hard chest. To human eyes, he didn’t look much older than I was; but I knew at first glance that he was much, much older. And most definitely not human.
                  My arms began to shake. What was he doing here? Where was the pack? I breathed quickly through my nose, it was probably safer not to morph. Maybe he would take pity on me for my youth. “Who are you?” I managed to ask.
                  “Doesn’t really matter.” He flashed a grin that revealed too-white teeth and perfect dimples. I took a step back. “What’s your name?” he purred while still smiling.
                  My lips felt numb. In all the years since my change I had never encountered another wolf outside our own pack. He laughed at my expression, the sound whistling to my ears like a sad melody on the breeze. My tongue darted out to moisten my dry lips.
                  “I already know who you are, Willow Bennett.” His coffee colored eyes darkened.
                  My confusion must have shown on my face, his cocky grin was back. “How do you know my name?” I tilted my chin a fraction. He was on my territory. I could easily morph and call the boys over. “Who are you?” My confidence grew, making my voice stronger.
                  “My name is Blake.”
                  I raised one eyebrow. “Blake?” My lips turned into a straight line. I crossed my arms over my chest - partly in irritation and partly to cover my near nakedness.
                  “Yes.” The grin again. The strong desire to claw it off his handsome face surprised me. As a human, I was shockingly mild tempered. It went with the territory, I guess. It was almost always a disaster to morph uncontrollably.
                  “Well,” I sneered, “Blake.” Breathing heavily, I said, “Guess I’ll see you around.”
                  “Not so fast, Willow Bennett.” In less time than it took me to blink, Blake was inches from my face. Out of instinct I backed away from him, nearly throwing myself in the stream. His hand darted out to catch my wrist to keep me dry.
                  I shook him off angrily. “Ok, I got it.” I glared at him as best I could but I imagined that anyone standing this close to Blake would have a hard time glaring. He chuckled as I fought to control my breathing.
                  “You ok?” he asked with laughter in his voice.