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hurt. Ran stopped organizing tent poles and
pulled out a blanket then stood.
    “Raul will find you. All of us. Our litter doesn’t ever give
up. If he is injured, when he gets here, you’ll need to be rested so you can
take care of him.” He shook the blanket and then leaned over her and wrapped it
around her shoulders.
    “If he isn’t here by morning…” she began.
    “Then we’ll go find him,” Rafe finished for her, and then
lit a small twig that had dried leaves on it and used it to start the fire.
    Angela sipped on hot coffee after warming and dishing out
bowls of beef stew for the three of them. She stared at the glowing flames
while relaxing after they finished arranging their campsite. The water no
longer seemed to roar but instead created a soothing sound that could easily
lull her to sleep.
    If she could sleep.
    Both males held sticks and poked at the fire while they
talked. They looked her way, their gazes strolling down her body when she
stood. The smell of their interest and lust quickly drowned out the smell of
anything else around them.
    “I think I’m going to do some hunting,” she announced,
suddenly feeling antsy.
    “Maybe I should come along.” Ran moved to stand.
    “I said I was going to go hunting. I’m not in to being
hunted,” she drawled, narrowing her gaze on him and keeping her expression
firm.
    “I’d fuck you in a second, given half the chance,” Ran
returned without hesitating. “But I respect what belongs to my littermate. You
may hunt alone, but don’t go too far or be gone too long.”
    Angela stared at him, unwilling to let him see how his words
affected her. She kept her expression hard, although her insides softened
noticeably while a flushed heat swept over her flesh. Ran and Rafe were good
males, damn good males. She would keep a close eye on any female who sniffed
around either one of them. They both deserved the best.
    “Keep alert for that littermate you respect so much,” she
growled.
    They both straightened but she ignored their looks and
turned before they could protest that they wouldn’t be doing anything else.
Leaving her coffee mug next to the other supplies, she dropped the blanket
she’d wrapped around her. Immediately the cold night air attacked with a
vengeance and her teeth chattered while her knees turned wobbly. It was so cold
that changing into her fur might take a few minutes.
    She forced herself to walk, quickly feeling the temperature
drop around her even more as she put distance between her and the fire. Her
spine prickled and cold, wet, thick grass soaked her shoes and the bottom of
her jeans.
    The prickling intensified when she breathed in the smell of
another animal. Not one of their own. Wildlife, large, a predator, and nearby.
Angela squinted against the darkness, the prickling turning into painful jabs
as her spine crunched inside her, demanding she allow her more primal side
loose.
    She fisted her hand to control the change but allowed a
small part forth so she could see better in the darkness. All of her senses
intensified, the smell of the beast lazily sauntering toward the water hit her
at the same time she heard his enormous claws rake the earth as he moved, and
his large brown shadow became more distinct against the blackness surrounding
them.
    Angela froze when the large brown bear turned and noticed
her. Just as quickly as it looked her way, it turned its attention to the
water, as if her presence didn’t bother him. And she knew the bear would smell
she wasn’t human. Her insides froze as she glanced in the direction the bear
did, fear gripping her with icy-cold fingers.
    “Shit. Please be you,” she whispered.
    On the other side of the stream stood a black jaguar, not
moving but appearing tense, ready for action.
    Angela’s clothes almost ripped off her body as the change
tumbled through her. She reached for her shirt, ready to peel it off her body,
when two jaguars practically leapt over her and bounded toward the bear