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deep, he plowed ahead. In other places, he leapt atop it and waited for her. Under his careful eye, she experienced his watchfulness like a physical coat wrapped over her own fur.
    One blessed thing about being in her wolf form and running—she wasn’t cold and her hands didn’t ache. He’d said to follow him as they went deeper into the territory she wasn’t supposed to violate. The thought sent a skittering frisson of fear through her. Dylan halted abruptly, and she collided with his side. Walls were softer than him. All the air whooshed out of her, and she studied him as he swung his gaze around. His ears flicked, and his lips pulled away from his teeth.
    Terrifying. Magnificent.
    With a sharp gesture, he pivoted toward her. The fierce baring of teeth vanished as he canted his head to the side. If she’d been human, she might have gulped. As it was, she ducked her head and tucked her tail. What had she done wrong? She’d followed obediently, even raced across the snow once he’d demonstrated she could climb atop the dense pack.
    Hadn’t she kept up with him? Since he’d stopped, her lungs burned with every panting breath and she sucked them in noisily. After another moment of study, he nuzzled her cheek, before bumping her with his shoulder. When he resumed trotting, he slowed his pace.
    Maybe he was tired. She had no idea what he did all day before he’d dragged her away from the falls. Her stomach knotted. For a split second, she’d been torn between the agony of losing her phone—she’d never owned one before—therefore losing all the pictures she’d captured on her excursion and fear of losing her life. Dylan intimidated the hell out of her. During their last meeting, he’d thrown her over his shoulder and stomped her to the border while taking great pains to point out landmarks, including a physical road. One she could hardly miss if she crossed it.
    Then he’d dumped her on her ass, pointed a finger at her and warned her. Next time, I won’t be so nice. The bruises on her butt decried his so-called ‘niceness.’ Worse, he’d ratted out her infraction to Luciana, her Alpha. The beautiful, Italian woman with almost perfect baby doll features and an exquisite accent, Luciana, chided her for breaking the rules. Her calm, patient explanation of why they took every precaution drilled home the precarious nature of her current position.
    For the first time in her existence, Chrystal was part of a pack. Pack, Luciana assured her, would protect her, clothe her, help her achieve an education, and much more. However, if she couldn’t be trusted to follow simple rules, she could more than lose her pack. The pack could be destroyed. I promised her to behave…
    You’re in Willow Bend territory. Dylan informed her. Again.
    Trespassing hadn’t been her plan. In fact, it hadn’t even been on her mind. She’d woken to the promise of snow in the air. The new phone she’d been learning to use all week included a spectacular camera. Luciana’s mate taught several of the pack wolves new skills with their laptops—she possessed one, too—and a graphic’s program. Playing with images meant she needed more photos, so she’d decided to test the limits of the camera’s capabilities.
    The snow began to fall…much like it was on her run with Dylan. A creaking groan sound overhead, a faint skittering and she paused to glance at the tinkling. Overhead, ice clung to the branches of the trees, trailing down like Christmas decorations glittering in the half-gray light of the cloudy day. Snow tingled on the end of her nose, and the ethereal crown of ice along the branches gave the tree an almost mystical—a hard shoulder slammed into her and she went sideways. The world seemed to crack.
    The drift cushioned her and she floundered for breath then purchase as the hulk looming over her shook hard. Ice sprayed out around Dylan. Beyond him, in the snow where she’d been standing, lay a huge branch. Glass-like ice