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his full height. He was big: even bigger than I had first thought, and he looked at me the way you look at a gnat just before you squish it, evaluating whether I was worth the effort or not.
    "I fixed the handle." He came within my reach: I think trying to force me to back down; I didn’t.
    "Yes Mongo, you did fix it, after you broke it again." I crossed my arms to block him out of my space. He was very dominant for a wolf and he was looking down at the top of my head from the couch..., which made me feel like a child rather than an Alpha female werewolf. "You asked me to fix it." He said frustrated.
    "I thought my social skills sucked, but compared to you buddy, I could run for office." I grabbed for the rifle but he pulled it out of my reach.
    He actually looked hurt. "I'm trying to be nice."
    Apparently he didn’t think getting me to be nice back would be this hard. It was as if he thought I would see his fine ass coming up the driveway and welcome him right into my home: into my territory with open arms.
    Maybe I would have if it weren’t for all the pain I still felt from the open wounds of being betrayed by his kind.
    "Well I don't want to play with you." I snapped at him.
    "I did as you asked!" He yelled back.
    "After you re-broke the damned thing you moron!" My unused voice cracked under the pressure of increased volume.
    "I didn't have the new key!" He snarled.
    "Because I didn't give you one!" I shot back.
    "Well I have this one." He tossed it into the air and caught it.
    "Give it to me." I held out my open hand, less afraid of him then annoyed.
    "No." His voice deepened into a frustrated growl. I guess that door swung both ways.
    "Are you Challenging me?" My voice was shrill because, to be quite honest, I wasn't looking forward to fighting six foot four inches of rock-hard muscle and I was still sitting down.
    "How can I Challenge you if you won't let me into your pack? I don't have to answer to you until you make me pack!" He yelled.
    "What’s the trick? Do you want to Challenge me?" I asked.
    He spoke the next part very slowly. "And how exactly would that help me?" He shook his head at me like I was the dumb kid in class.
    I sucked air and then huffed out in frustration. I didn’t know their rules and the partial tutorial I’d gotten didn’t explain enough. "I'm not making a pack!"
    "I'm not leaving." He shot back.
    I stood up quickly, clenched my fists and stomped my foot. "Get out!" It was a last ditch effort and he knew it, because he smirked and walked straight into my bathroom with my gun and without another word.
    I took up my spot overlooking the front lot and waited for him to finish in the shower. I finally felt my anger melting. Maybe he didn’t have an angle; maybe he just needed someone.
    He came out wearing a towel around his waist and the last of my anger evaporated like a snowflake in the desert sun. I had forgotten how beautiful they could be. He was paler than Jack and younger, but because of the way we age, I wasn't sure how old that made him. He had a military style tattoo on his shoulder and the black ink was a sharp contrast to his pale white skin. His hair was dirty blonde, some might call it brown and it was cut close to the scalp. His eyes were green – like moss green, not watery green blue and he had a strong jaw and killer cheekbones. My mouth watered and I snapped it closed before he caught me staring. "So you're staying here then?" I asked with less venom then before.
    He didn't respond as he fished his wallet out of his Levi’s and threw them in the hamper under the kitchen sink that doubled as a clothes washer.
    "If you plan on staying here you better plan on paying rent!" I snapped half-heartedly, though it felt as if I was arguing with myself. "Got it?" I added when he didn't answer me.
    He locked eyes with me but didn't say a word. He unzipped a backpack full of clothes and pulled out a long-sleeved shirt and another pair of faded Levi’s. Then he looked at me as if to