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Chills chased down my spine as I struggled to process what I was witnessing. No human moved like he was.
    In the blink of an eye, glass broke and a burly man was barricading me against the far wall. My heart thundered in my chest; my pulse echoed behind it in my head. Breathing was hard as I stared into the man’s back.
    A growl echoed around me. The man’s body vibrated as he ret urned his own growl; his was much louder and far more intimidating.
    I clung to my purse, haphazardly shoving the paper with the quotes inside it. Fear had me frozen in place, but curiosity was doing a good job of slowly quelling it.
    “Heel, El. Now!” The man leaned forward enough to give me a glimpse of a blonde wolf crouched a few feet away.
    A wolfing snarl was its response; its sharp teeth were on full display.
    I knew I was supposed to be afraid of the wolf, but, oddly, the sight of it propelled my fear into oblivion. Like the woman in the coffee shop, there was just something about the animal that was almost…intriguing. I found myself leaning around the man to study it.
    “What does it want?” I asked, watching the wolf closely. The flickers of blue in the wolf’s eyes were mesmerizing, reminiscent of the woman’s from earlier today. Golden hairs appeared silky despite their coarse texture.
    “You,” the man bluntly stated.
    I frowned, confusion mangling my thoughts. “Me? Why?”
    Why did Donovan single me out? Why was I suddenly attracted to a woman after twenty-six years of being straight? Why was this wolf targeting me? Why was any human facing these issues period?
    “You’re her mate.”
    I felt my features scrunch. I shook myself, trying to understand what kind of shit these people were pulling.
    Abruptly, the wolf launched itself at the male. My eyes shot open as his clothes shredded. In the blink of an eye, two wolves were scuffling around the shop, sending parts and tools flying.
    “Duck!” Andy yelled.
    I squatted down, pressing myself against the wall. I clamped my purse down over my head, trying to protect myself from the debris. I had to be dreaming. Maybe all of this was a dream. Maybe I never met a Donovan in real life and the entire year was just one long drawn out dream. Maybe I was in a coma or something…Maybe… Maybe…
    I shuddered as something smashed, the noise of it thundering around me. Pieces of plastic went flying, several sharp edges of it slicing into my skin. “Ow!” I hissed. My flesh stung as blood began to trickle down my face.
    “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The feminine voice rang out keenly.
    I looked up to see a naked woman moving towards me. I gasped as my mind registered who it was. It was her .
    She was flawless, not a scratch on her. Concern creased her brow s. Her full lips puckered as her eyes scanned me.
    I don’t know what came over me. I just couldn’t help myself. My gaze fell to her tight little figure. Her breasts moved just enough to prove they were natural. Small rosy nipples had me licking my lips right before my conscience slapped me.
    What the hell is wrong with me? I closed my eyes, stopping myself from further gaping at her.
    “Dammit, Jerry! I told you not to let me hurt her.” Tender fingers brushed along my surface, leaving a trail of tingles.
    “Don’t give me that shit. I fucking protected her. You were the one acting out.” His words were declared, not offered.
    My eyes popped open at the slap reverberating off the walls.
    The woman crouched before me gave me a warm smile. Shrugging, she said, “He deserved it.”
    She extracted my purse from my death grip and set it aside. “Jerry, make yourself useful and get the first aid kit.”
    My gaze flickered to the male. His nostrils flared with every breath as he watched me. Noting my observance, he stood a bit taller. A smirk turned up his lips. He was a perfect specimen of masculine beauty. Toned, defined muscles, those belonging to most any Roman statue, eluded to his power and strength. Any woman would