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Anton’s eyes than her own nudity.
    His look was pure male appreciation, but he quickly banked the smoldering lust in his eyes and took Keisha’s hands in a light grip.
    She felt the first tingling awareness that something about her body was changing. Following Anton’s lead, she concentrated on the shifting of bone and muscle into new lupine directions. It happened so quickly, so completely, she was hardly aware of the shift completing before she was sitting on the deck, blinking at the coal black wolf staring back at her.
    Fascinated, she held up her front paw, turning it this way and that to study the thick pads, the sharp claws. Her fur was dark, dark brown, as dark as Anton’s was black, though she noticed a reddish glint when she moved, as if there were fire hiding in the depths of her coat.
    Her heart pounded. She wanted to run. Wanted to leave Keisha Rialto behind, wanted to outrace the victim and find this new self in the darkness of the nighttime forest.
    Stefan leapt first, sailing over the railing and landing in the thick lawn that circled the house. Xandi followed him, her muscles bunching as she cleared the three-foot fence with ease. Anton nudged her shoulder.
    What the hell? Keisha followed, amazed her brain knew how to make this strange shape function with such fluid beauty. She landed in the soft grass beside Xandi with Anton coming down just ahead of her.
    He yipped, turned and nipped Keisha on the shoulder and took off running.
    The night was clear and warm, the forest scents intriguing, the strength and power of her wolf body a pure, unadulterated joy. Speed, unbelievable speed as they raced through the woods, leaping over creeks, slipping beneath brush and following trails barely visible along creek beds and canyons.
    And always, always the link, the constant flow of information, one to the other. Sharing the scent of live things rushing out of their path, sharing the pure joy of the hunt. Keisha had never felt this sense before, of being one with the pack. Had not realized the power inherent in the pack link, the sensual beauty of streaking through the dark forest with eyes that pierced the night, with a brain that understood each different scent, each rustling sound and tiny squeak or chirp.
    They ran for hours, their bodies finding a rhythm that gave them strength. Keisha wanted to go on forever but Anton’s quiet presence beside her was a reminder she should take care, at least this first time. Still, the pale rays of dawn streaked the sky when they finally flopped down on the damp grass in front of Anton’s huge home, tongues lolling, eyes sparkling, tails too tired to hold high.
    Stefan rolled over on his back, his shaggy gray-streaked coat matted and dirty from their rush through a boggy swamp. With a teasing glint in his amber eyes, Anton leaned over and nipped Stefan’s shoulder.
    The act was rife with blatant sexual overtones, a sense of dominance and submission.
    Xandi did the same to Anton, leaning her furry body close to his, then nuzzling Stefan as well. Keisha sensed it then, the strong, linked sexuality among the three of them. Anton turned and looked at her, his eyes wide, his mind open.
    He shared the intimate relationship he had with both Alexandria and Stefan. Shared the sensual connection among all within the pack, the physical intimacies that were as natural to them as the shift from human to wolf and back again, the almost hedonistic rush of desire that followed each time they ran through the forest together.
    Keisha understood and accepted, aware at once of her own sense of heightened sensuality, her recently dormant libido raging almost beyond control. Somehow shifting, taking the form of the wolf, had reawakened the sensual side of her nature. A sensual side she was still unable to accept.
    She felt no jealousy, only a sense of sadness, an awareness that what the other three shared so freely was not for her.
    She wasn’t ready. Not yet. The assault was too recent, her