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would say fairly large. “I’m thinking that the wolves  around here definitely get bigger than normal. I was also able to talk  to that kid from the paper.”
    “The one who saw a man turn into a wolf?”
    “Yeah. The paper painted him as a drunk teen, but he told me he  was sober enough to know what he saw, and I checked out behind the  bar one night, too. The lighting sucks, but if someone were to take

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    their clothes off and turn into a wolf in front of me, I’m pretty sure I’d  know I wasn’t just seeing things.”
    The tone of Buddy’s voice got all the more excited. “That’s  amazing. There has to be werewolf activity there.”
    Lance had met Buddy in person a couple of times. Buddy was  apparently the president of his own paranormal club, and he and his  friends all talked werewolves and vampires and other shifters all the  time. He frequented Lance’s website and blog, and now that he knew  Lance was actually out in the field trying to prove werewolves  existed, Buddy had taken to calling him every now and again to hear  about his progress. Lance had even managed to get him to volunteer  to maintain the website for those times when Lance was away for too  long.
    “Well, I haven’t proved anything yet,” Lance said, trying to calm  him.
    “I should come down there and help you out a bit. You said you  were in Brampton?”
    Shit, he didn’t want Buddy here. “No, look, really I’m okay. I’ve  got my equipment and some research, and there’s a few more stories I  want to read up on in their library.”
    “A tiny-ass town like that has a library?” Buddy asked, sounding  incredulous.
    “Sort of. It’s more of a one-room museum on nature, hunting, the
    local animals, and the founder of the town. There’s a wall devoted to
    books, and if there’s anything related to the wildlife in the local paper,  which is pretty damn thin already, they save it in their archives.”
    “A tiny-ass town like that has a   museum ?” Buddy’s voice was  even more disbelieving than before.
    Lance sighed. “Good-bye, Buddy.”
    He clicked the end call button on his screen, and he put the phone  back down and sighed. He really had too much shit going on right  now. He needed a break.
    Lance closed his computer and decided to head out to the local

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    restaurant. He was starving and couldn’t think, and something in his  stomach might help with that, as well as take his mind off of Markus  Lane.

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    “He’s sexually attracted to you, obviously, but that doesn’t mean  he loves you or will want to keep the pack a secret to himself once he  discovers us.”
    Markus clenched his jaw as James spoke. “I know, I’ll ease him into it. I’ll tell him about the hunters, too. He’s a good guy, James. He won’t want to put us in any danger.”
    “No, but being proven right after so many years of trying to expose us and then being asked to not lift the curtain on our secret anyway would be a tough pill for anyone to swallow.”
    James, Markus, and the rest of the pack alphas, along with their wise woman, had all spoken to each other around a crackling fire back on pack land. After mostly everyone had followed Markus and Lance that day on their hike and listened in on the man’s story, everyone had come to the decision that it was time for Markus to reveal himself as a
    werewolf.
    He would still have to be careful about it, however. Lance’s
    profession still left many on edge, and he was constantly being
    warned to not scare the other man.
    Markus couldn’t have Lance running away to write a quick post on his computer or something.
    Cole, one of the newer alphas to become part of the pack, piped up. “I didn’t realize that taking a mate was so complicated. I thought when you found them, that was it.”
    James smiled at him. Cole was not