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pictures of the moon reflecting from the water.
    The area was alive around her. She could hear movement in the trees above her head as well as a far off howl. She shivered with excitement, feeling free and comfortable.
    As she came around the footpath leading to the creek, she picked up another scent and her body instantly went on alert. An unfamiliar wolf shifter was near.
    She slowed her steps and crouched once the creek came into view. She was downwind from the unknown wolf so if she didn’t make any noise, she shouldn’t be spotted.
    The large animal was one of the most beautiful she had ever seen. He—and it was most definitely a he—dipped his head and lapped slowly at the water.
    It was a picture that she just could not resist. She raised the camera and clicked off several shots before the wolf lifted his head and looked right at her. She snapped one last shot. That picture—the wolf’s head up, shoulders back—was as close to perfect as she’d ever taken.
    Now that she’d been seen, there was no point in ducking back down. She stood from her hiding place and stepped forward. The wolf dropped down to the ground, still watching her.
    She didn’t feel any threat from the animal and slowly made her way over. It wasn’t until she was several feet away that she knew for sure that the shifter in front of her was Mike Jackson. He still carried the same sensual scent but with a stronger masculine smell as a wolf.
    He pawed the ground when she paused.
    “Out for a run, huh?” she asked the animal.
    While shifters did keep their human intelligence in their other form, it wasn’t like he could talk back. He tilted his head to the side and she grinned.
    She strode a little closer before sitting down close to him. Though she could admit that she was attracted to him, she was also smart enough to know he was a stranger and she needed to tread carefully.
    He was just there to help the Pack and would be on his way sooner or later.
    Mike crawled closer to her and she reached towards him until she felt his soft, thick, fur under her hand. She gave his head a good hard scratch. He plopped down and turned onto his side.
    Oh yeah, he was fully male.
    She rubbed and patted his side until he stood and shook. His dark gaze met hers in question.
    “Okay, turn around and I’ll shift,” she told him.
    He sat, still looking right at her.
    “Oh no!” She waved a finger at his nose. “I know damn well you can understand me and see just fine. Turn around.”
    He gave what she could only describe as a wolf sigh but did finally turn and face the other direction. She stripped quickly, placing her camera on top of her folded clothes before she started to transform into her wolf.
    She was smaller than him. But then again she had expected to be. She gazed at him with her wolf eyes and felt a longing deep inside.
    Mike still had his back turned so she stretched and without warning bumped into him.
    He turned, surprised.
    She nipped at his flank and took off running. She loved the feeling of being able to run as a wolf. The ability to move quickly and easily. She led him around the creek and returned to the woods.
    He stayed right at her side the entire time. He could have easily overtaken her but seemed content to let her lead the way.
    She took a windy curved route through the territory, running until she tired herself out. She slowed and he did the same.
    Spotting a good place to rest, she plopped down, panting. Mike curled around her and she relaxed against him.
    She didn’t know how long they rested under the moon. She’d started to drift off when he nudged her shoulder. She moved to her four legs and started towards the creek. The trek back took more time as they moved slowly, still enjoying the peaceful night.
    Once they made it to the spot where she’d left her clothes, he stopped and turned around again. She shifted to her human form and dressed. She picked up her camera before walking over to him then scratched his head