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want to dig in Farrel’s pockets.
    “You got it. What’s your name, by the way?” The guy laid Farrel out on the hood of the truck and began patting him down.
    “Tate.”
    “I’m Rand.” Rand handed over the keys. “Should I put him in the back?”
    “Yeah. That way if he wakes up he can’t get to us.”
    “I can help that, too.” Rand took off Farrel’s belt and bound his hands quickly and effortlessly.
    “You’re pretty good at that.” Hell, the efficient binding had left Tate’s mouth a little dry, thinking of Rand doing that to him for very different reasons. What the hell was wrong with him?
    “Lots of practice.” Rand gave him a glinting grin, which didn’t help calm him down.
    Tate opened the truck, then helped load Farrel into the truck bed. The drive would take maybe ten minutes. Their territory extended far up into the mountains, but it didn’t go too far past the main state highway on the front end.
    He felt tongue-tied now, the lingering stiffness in his cock obvious where he sat in the driver’s seat, so Tate kept his mouth shut until they parked on the side of the road. “It would be easier if we left his truck here and headed back on foot.”
    “Easier for who?” Rand stared at him, lips pressed together. When all Tate did was stare back, Rand sighed. “Okay, but I want to be able to come back for my clothes. I love this shirt.”
    “Sure.” Tate watched, fascinated, when Rand began to strip down.
    Oh, God, what a beautiful fucking man. Broad through the shoulders and chest, Rand had biceps that bulged with muscle, a furry mat of hair stretching nipple to nipple and then veeing down past his navel, narrow hips and an amazing bush of pubic hair. That hair surrounded the base of the most impressive cock Tate had ever seen.
    His mouth watered.
    Wrapping his clothes up inside his jeans, Rand made a neat bundle that he could push up into the branches of a nearby tree.
    “You gonna save your shit, too?”
    Tate jumped. “Yeah. Thanks.” He took off his clothes, turning his back to Rand, who chuckled, a low, hot sound.
    “Nice ass,” Rand told him, and when Tate glanced over his shoulder, he saw real admiration in Rand’s expression.
    “Okay… You do have a change of clothes near the bar somewhere, right?”
    “I do. Last one there is a rotten egg.” Rand shifted into a huge timber wolf as if the transition took no effort, and ran, tail flat behind him like a rudder.
    Tate blinked, then grinned a little, letting the wolf take his body, trying to keep the joy of running firmly in mind. He had the whole run back to the village to figure out how to convince Rand to stay on and be their Alpha.

Chapter 2
    Rand lost track of the hot little size queen somewhere between dumping the drunk by the road and his truck, parked in the back lot of the bar. He shifted quickly, shivering when the night air hit his bare, human skin. Shit, he needed to go get his boots. His sneakers were great for a jog, but so not impressive when facing a crowd.
    He could just go. This wasn’t his circus. The monkeys would be fine without him. All he had to stop for was his clothes. Something made him turn toward the bar, though, where all the barflies were pouring out and trudging down a dirt track toward the sleepiest little village he’d ever seen. The place looked like something out of Grimm’s fairy tales, not a real American town.
    Ah, fuck it. Twenty minutes of pointing at some dude and abdicating his “Alpha” status and Rand could be on his way, right?
    Right. He followed the crowd to a long, low building that resembled a Swiss ski lodge, all hand carved lintels and crossed timbers. Cute place, and it sure had enough forest around to make Rand happy. Not that he was staying. He didn’t do packs and quaint towns that time forgot.
    Tate met him at the door to what was clearly town hall, the sun-streaked blond hair all ruffled. He wore a heavy sweater and a pair of jeans, along with boots which were not