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the safety. She executed the shot with accuracy and both balls went where she intended.
     
    “Safety,” she called out to everyone listening. Hitting the last ball to the rail, with the cue ball resting behind it, Chance stood up, looked at Craven and said, “Your shot.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 4
     
    Chance played the wolf for all he was worth.  Sylas smiled when he realized she was sharking the poor fellow. Not that the fool didn’t deserve it. Jack even chuckled a time or two from his side of the table as he figured out her game. Not many could get the old fart to smile, much less laugh, and she did both in under an hour. Sylas didn’t notice he was sitting forward in his seat until she called the safety. It was the wolf keeping him and Jack, on edge. It didn’t help his pack was egging it on by growling and making snide comments. Chance went back to her table to take a tug on her beer.  Sylas relaxed enough to sit back and study her some more.
     
    Sylas rested his arm on the table and ran his fingers over the rough beard stubble on his chin. He smiled when she smiled, delighting in it as it seemed to light the whole room. Her teeth were dazzling white and straight, surrounded by full red lips that begged to be kissed. Watching her chew on that luscious bottom lip drove him crazy with lust. Her eyes were green like his and he wondered if they glowed when she became passionate.
     
    A wolf growled from the pool table, grabbing instant attention. Sy tore his eyes away from her to watch the game, on edge again. He took a quick glance over at Jack.  He subtly nodded at Sy, indicating he’d heard the growl as well.
     
    The Alpha had worked himself into a corner. The cue ball rolled too far and now sat behind hers. He would have to hook it to even call a safety. If he missed at all, she would have a ball in hand play. Stealing a glance in her direction again, he saw the tiniest uplift in the corners of those luscious lips while she leaned slightly forward. That tiny quirk and her body language said this play was planned.
     
    The Alpha called for a short cue so he could make his shot.  He was rushing it. With more thought, he could make it count. The wolf aimed, holding the cue stick up to make the hook and missed. Chance stood up, put down her beer, and started chalking her cue. She was not rushing her play like the wolf. She walked over to the table and picked up the cue ball. Placing it just in the right spot, he heard her call out, “Six in the side pocket, eight in the corner off the thirteen,” and then pointed to both pockets. Chance lined up the shot. The bar went silent in anticipation… the pack included.
     
    Chance took her shot.  The balls landed in their pockets breaking the silence like a clap of thunder.
     
    All hell broke loose.
     
    Craven growled in angered and lunged at Chance.  One hand wrapped around her thick braid and the other grabbed her wrist for leverage.  “You bitch! You fucking, lowlife, cheating bitch!”
     
    Chaos erupted.  The humans were trying to stay out of the line of fire. The pack was backing up their Alpha, and Sylas was about to break Craven’s arms for daring to even touch her.
     
    “You have once chance to let go of me or you will regret it.”  Chance said the words in a deep, controlled tone through clenched teeth.
     
    Craven was either too crazed with anger or he was deaf.  He yanked on her braid, attempting to pull her away from the table. Chance flipped over the grip he had on her arm driving her legs up and over with one boot catching his temple. He lost his grip and dropped straight to the floor.
     
    Craven’s pack rushed over to tackle her at the same time Sylas and Jack got there. Sylas put his back to hers as the pack surrounded them. Jack was already in a scuffle on the backside of the table. The other patrons moved out of the way into the bar proper.
     
    The pack began to circle them.  Sylas caught the