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ones he’d seen earlier.
    Mike moved through the thick dense trees until he felt the calmness of the woods. It was even chillier once he was surrounded by the large foliage and he started to strip. He loved nature. He stood completely naked and took a deep breath. Faint traces of other wolves were apparent but he didn’t sense anyone around right then. He dropped to his hands and knees and began his shift.
    In seconds, he stood and shook before trotting off.

Chapter Three
    Becca finished folding the last of her laundry, placing the shirts in a pile on top of the dryer, and sighed. It had been a stressful day and it seemed to finally be catching up with her.
    The appearance of Mike Jackson had really made it hit home that they were in trouble.
    What she couldn’t figure out was, why come after her Pack? Was it the publicity they had received?
    Their Pack wasn’t the biggest, the richest, or the strongest. It also wasn’t the weakest. They were more in the middle. She’d met several other Packs that it would have made more sense to direct the threats and attacks towards.
    One of the strongest Packs was in West Texas and the Alpha Gage Wolf was one of the best known shifters in the world. There was even talk about him joining the Alpha council when his father retired. And Alpha Wolf was mated and had a young child, who he would protect with his life—with everything he had. So maybe whoever was doing this was smart by not going after that Pack.
    But then there was Lamont’s Pack. Lamont’s youngest son, Tony, was the head of the committee that had been instrumental in the shifters going public. Going after them made more sense than messing with a Pack located in the middle of nowhere, and without a lot of power in the shifter world.
    It frustrated her to no end that what might have saved the Pack—public knowledge of them being the first in existence—could be their downfall.
    She grabbed the clean clothes and went to the bedroom. She put the laundry away and caught sight of the curtains blowing in the breeze. She’d left the window cracked, loving the smell of fresh air travelling through her house.
    She stepped closer and gazed into the night.
    It was home. Even though she didn’t live full time on the property, she still had her own cottage. She rarely took long assignments or ones far away anymore and never considered living anywhere else.
    Luckily, she had the support of her father. No matter what happened she was always welcome back. It had been a hard few years after her mother had been killed, but because of that she had a strong relationship with her father, one she knew many of her friends were envious of. When she was younger she’d often wondered if her dad would still be around when she was an adult. So many wolves followed their mate in death. But her dad was a strong and wonderful leader and she was proud that his Pack always came first.
    He’d always supported her career choices. When she had started out and had taken jobs to different parts of the globe, he’d worried, but always happily accepted her home again. Being a nature photographer and photo journalist, she spent a lot of time in isolated places surrounded by animals and living things. It was a beautiful world out there but it could be scary too. Over the last few years she’d moved away from being a photo journalist and concentrated more on nature photography. She wasn’t going to let someone take that away from her or the Pack.
    Inspired by the chance to spend some time in her own territory, she grabbed her camera off the desk and headed outside. She grabbed the hoodie hanging on the hook by the front door. Nights always got cold quickly around there.
    Becca breathed in the scent of home while she travelled through the thick foliage. She knew the area like the back of her hand. She’d played in the woods as a child and had spent every summer swimming in the creek not far away. She decided she’d walk to the creek and take a few