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was back. Her grandmother wouldn’t be telling any more stories.
    “She tell you about my brothers and me?”
    “She mentioned you Breauxs.” A smile spread across her face. “Once or twice.”
    He nodded. “She warned you about us. That’s a good thing there.”
    She shrugged, testing the string. She didn’t want his flowers to blow apart on that boat of his. God knew how far into the swamp he lived. “Not really. Just said you and your brothers were trouble, and I should run like crazy if you ever came knocking on my door.”
    “Run.” He shook his head. “That’s the last thing you should do, chère . Don’ run unless you mean it.”
    He stepped forward, trapping her between him and the worktable.
    “Are you planning on hunting me down?” she said the words lightly, but the sensual tension in the room ratcheted up. He suddenly seemed larger. More feral.
    “Of course,” he said. She looked for the laughter in his eyes, but there was none. She could almost swear he was serious. “We like to hunt, and we do everythin’ together.”
    A zing of heat hit her at his words. He couldn’t possibly mean everything .
    “You know about the blue moon?” he asked.
    “I’ve heard of it.” She’d heard stories, warnings. Her mother didn’t want her anywhere near the bayou. Those stories couldn’t be true—and yet nothing seemed impossible anymore. The bayou was a place for dark magic. She fingered the gris-gris Mama Jolie had given her.
    “Wolves go out huntin’ during the blue moon.” He watched her intently, his face turned towards hers.
    “That doesn’t have anything to do with me.” She wondered if he could smell the lie. His big body didn’t move.
    “If you say so, chère .” He reached down beside her, picking up the paper cone of flowers. “What do I owe you?”
    “Nothing. Consider them a gift.” She licked dry lips, unsure of what to do next. Of how to handle this inexplicable, intense attraction to a stranger. He was so alive and certain. So completely out of her league.
    “That’s real nice of you.” He moved swiftly, leaning into her before she could so much as blink. His heavy weight pinned her against the table as his hand came up and cupped the side of her jaw. “May I?”
    God. She’d let him do anything he wanted.
    “May you what?”
    “Touch you,” he said hoarsely.
    He didn’t kiss her, not quite. His face pressed against the skin of her throat, her head falling back in a strangely vulnerable gesture. He inhaled roughly, his breath a hot brand on her ear, his mouth moving over her jaw to the corner of her mouth. To her eternal embarrassment, she moaned. She wanted more. More Rafer, more touches.
    He stepped away, the flowers cradled gently in one massive arm.
    “Tomorrow night, you stay home, stay inside your nannan ’s place. You’ll be fine. Or…” his voice dropped lower, a heated drawl, “…you come on out and see us. But we’ll be hunting.”
    He turned and headed down her dock, back out into the bayou, but he’d be back. She knew it.
     

Chapter Three
     
    The sun tucked down behind the horizon of the Gulf, and the bayou night exploded into life around the Pack. Egrets shot out of the cypress trees with their veils of silvery moss, escaping up into the night. Expanding his senses, Rafer sucked in the heavy air, content to simply feel for a moment. A long fucking moment. He was sensually aware of the blue moon rising above them, filling the sky with possibilities. Those soft, light-filled rays were like fingers stroking him. Deep inside him, his wolf whined to be set free. Hunt. Seek. Find .
    As soon as the moon cleared the tree line.
    “I have a good feelin’ about tonight’s hunt.” Crouched beside him, Dag tipped his own head back and eyed the sky. Water lapped against the bank where they’d tied up, lending the boat a seductive rock as the hull rolled with the unseen current. The swamp was a dark shadow surrounding them, the water beneath them