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Romania. Harmony was born and raised in America but had picked up enough Romanian around camp to translate what he’d called her. My troublemaker.
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    Sorin stepped into the woods, saturated in Harmony’s scent – wildflowers and salty air. It was driving him mad. She was driving him mad. Why had he called her such an affectionate name in Romanian? Necazuri mea . My troublemaker. It slipped from his lips too easily. She wasn’t his anything.
    But t he wolf in him clawed to the surface, demanding he protect the woman. The brassy, defiant, sweet-smelling woman that was currently giving him the hard-on of a lifetime. Maybe he needed to bed her. Maybe that would cleanse his system of her.
    Yeah, cause she’d surely go for that. She couldn’t even stand talking to him.
    He’d never had a problem seducing women before. Of course , he’d never had a problem forcing compliance either.
    Fuck. S he represented everything he thought was wrong with the modern world. But for some reason, he couldn’t get her off his mind. Defiant and passionate one moment, sweet and vulnerable the next. He never thought someone so contrary could get him so worked up.
    After a frustrated sigh, he headed to his cabin, hoping he’d at least get her out of his mind long enough to fall asleep. With his luck, she’d probably haunt him in his dreams.

Chapter 3
    “Good, Darla. But remember to keep your guard up, even after you strike.” Harmony watched the two women circle each other in the training ring. Since Sorin hadn’t, after almost a week, provided a schedule for them to use the space, she made up her own.
    Sure, she might have falsified a few stories to convince the men using it to leave when the three women had the time to train. It couldn’t be verified, but she might have told one or two that the generator caught fire. There was also talk of a stolen Mustang convertible that had actually been hotwired and parked a few miles down the road.
    H er friends had made a lot of progress in the last few days. Of course, werewolves had some natural ability – faster reflexes, heightened senses, unnatural strength.
    Darla aimed a high kick at Monica ’s head and she ducked, counteracting with a strike to the stomach.
    “Where’d you learn this anyway?” Monica asked , panting.
    “My best friend growing up.” She smiled at the fond memories she’d shared with the human, Zachary. She’d never had girlfriends. When most girls were at dance class or playing dress-up, Harmony was rescuing stranded jellyfish and having stick fights with local boys. “Chuck Norris movies helped.”
    “Uh-oh.” Darla froze. Her gaze locked on something behind Harmony.
    She spun to see what had both girls so shocked. Sorin was headed their way. And he looked pissed.
    “ Oh boy,” she muttered.
    “We’ll cover you if you want to run,” Darla offered.
    She gave her a sideways glance. “Don’t be ridiculous. I can handle him. Besides, we have nothing to be ashamed of. We didn’t do anything wrong.” Well… That wasn’t entirely true. But Sorin couldn’t know they had anything to do with the rumors of pranksters circulating around camp.
    He stopped a few feet away and stared down at her. T hose icy blue eyes cut into her so fiercely she flinched. He flexed and extended his fingers as if he were imagining strangling her. It was obvious he was making an effort to keep his anger under control. Impressive, considering he wasn’t known for his tolerance.
    “I need to talk to you,” he said evenly.
    Maybe the man could be reasonable. Now, if she could manage not to provoke him, she might make it through this.
    She nod ded and gave her friends a reassuring look before following him into the surrounding forest.
    Just out of sight of camp, he stopped and turned to face her. “Did you tell Marcus there was a raccoon in his cabin?”
    She choked on a laugh . When a snarl started in his chest she tried to cover it with a cough.
    “I have never been so…”