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forest carpet. His black lips curled back and he could taste the doe’s
scent.
    Kill .
    He rounded a huge moss-covered boulder and the trail
opened onto a circular clearing. His prey was standing at the center, frozen
with fear. Alex lunged and tackled the deer, sinking his fangs into her throat
as they tumbled to the ground. She bleated out her distress call until Alex
clamped down and crushed her windpipe. The animal was silent but still
struggled, kicking out at him with her sharp hooves.
    Snarling and growling, Alex tore through the tough hide
and hot jets of blood spurted into his mouth. The taste of it fueled his frenzy
and he felt himself grow stronger as her energy flowed into him. He gulped at
her life force until the doe’s movements slowed until finally she was still.
    When he was sated, Alex slumped down atop the still-warm
body and shifted. The deer’s sticky fur felt rough against his human cheek.
Deep within the animal’s chest, he heard the slow thud of a weak heartbeat. He
slid down her body and pressed his ear to her rib cage. A ball of nervous
energy gathered in Alex’s belly as he heard the heartbeat grow quicker and
stronger. The doe’s fur seemed to pull inward until it disappeared entirely,
leaving behind pale, smooth skin. Its musky smell was replaced with one much
sweeter—and much more familiar.
    Alex sprang to his feet and watched as his prey took on
human form. Its hooves became hands and feet. The front legs became arms and
the rear morphed into plump thighs and shapely calves. Hips filled out and the
center of the torso cinched inward to create a waist.
    Beautiful, full breasts bloomed from the chest, and Alex
knew before looking at the face who was lying before him. He’d studied every
sensual curve of that amazing body. With his heartbeat thundering in his ears,
Alex forced himself to meet her gaze. Gwen swiped the blood from the side of
her neck then propped herself up on her elbows. She opened her mouth as if to
speak, but instead of words, she made the sickening bleat of a deer in
distress.
    Alex sensed he was being watched and looked over his
shoulder.” Charlene was standing behind him, shaking her head. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.
I guess she should have been afraid of the big, bad wolf.”
    * * * * *
    The flight attendant had shaken Alex awake. Sweat had soaked
the through his shirt and his mouth was dry.
    “Sir, you were having a nightmare,” she said.
    “I need a drink,” Alex muttered.
    “I’m sorry, sir, beverage service has ended. We’re starting
our approach to O’Hare and—”
    Alex locked her in his stare. “Bring me a drink. Now.”
    Her hands were shaking when she returned with two
airline-sized bottles of whiskey.
    After they landed in Chicago, Alex hurried to the men’s
room, splashed cold water on his face, then changed into a fresh shirt from his
carryon. He made the connecting flight with plenty of time to spare and avoided
making eye contact with the crew or other passengers. He needed time to think
and regroup.
    He spent the ninety-minute flight to Minneapolis playing the
dream over in his mind. No doubt the images of Gwen becoming a werewolf were
because of her constant nagging on the subject.
    Charlene was in the dream because it was almost moon week
and his libido was overtaking his subconscious. For more than a year, his
assistant had provided him with a willing outlet for his needs. The whole thing
was smarmy but completely aboveboard. He’d needed someone to fuck on regular
basis—no strings attached—and she’d enthusiastically signed the contract the
network lawyer had drawn up for them. She liked sex. He needed sex. They saw
each other every day at work. It was damn near perfect—while it lasted.
    After he’d met Gwen, he’d broken it off with Charlene. He’d
been afraid that she had grown attached and would cause trouble for him—and for
the show. In fact, she’d taken it all in stride. She’d already started seeing
their cameraman, and Alex