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her mind. Maybe they could even have a second go.
    He wasn’t next to her . In all likelihood he was outside. What’s that saying about bears in the woods? Presumably they peed as well as other things.
    Kyla threw on the oversized flannel shirt and exited the cave, her arms wrapped around her chilly form. She sniffed the air, but all she smelled was the woods; leaves, pine, and the faint smell of sex in the atmosphere.
    “Shit.”
    She knew that he was long gone, and cursed herself for having slept so soundly. It was so damned easy to sleep next to a hot bear of a man, especially after a mind-shattering orgasm.
    A wildness within her began to surge up now, rage building, and she felt her body strain against itself, wanting to shift. Only a wolf who had no control allowed this, however. Only shifters like that asshole Craig, their former alpha who’d been defeated by Tristan, had no capacity to maintain their composure as humans.
    But Kyla was convinced that her anger was justified. She’d spent her entire life struggling to be accepted, and more importantly, to accept herself. She’d allowed herself to believe that Maddox truly wanted her, truly found her sexy.
    Now she felt used and discarded, like a soiled tissue, or worse.
    She sat down hard, her bare skin on the cold stone at the cave’s entrance, and pondered her next move. Should she hunt on her own or inform the pack? They’d have more success in a group, and frankly, she was likely to castrate the bear with her teeth if she came upon him on her own. It would be best to search with the pack mates who were likely to calm her. Right, that was it.
    Her course of action clear, Kyla pulled off the shirt, dropped it on the ground and began to run, shifting in mid-stride. The feeling of pain aside, it was liberating to become a sleek, powerful beast, muscled and lean. It made her curves more acceptable to her; they were a sign of feminine beauty whereas her wolf form was the essence of strength and indomitability.
    She ran through the forest, never picking up Maddox’s scent—he must have headed in the opposite direction, so at least she’d know where to begin the hunt—and came to the clearing where she’d left her clothing the previous day.
    When she’d shifted and dressed, she began to hike back to the cabin, thinking about how to break the news to Tristan and the others that she’d had Maddox in her grasp and lost him.
    But as it turned out, something had happened that had created a stir in her absence.
    Upon her arrival at the cabin, she found almost every pack member in the living room.
    “Ah, Kyla,” said Tristan as she entered. “Good that you’re back. We’re about to have a meeting.”
    “What about?” she asked.
    Dascha answered her.
    “There was another victim near here ,” he said. “Another bear attack.”
    It suddenly seemed like an even greater failure to have let Maddox escape.
    “What? When did this happen? Where?”
    “West of here, a couple o f miles. We found a trail of human blood last night; Dascha and I were doing a patrol around the area. We think he’d just been attacked about an hour before, based on the evidence.”
    “What time was this? I’m confused,” said Kyla, thoughts racing through her mind.
    “Nine o’clock or so. The trail led to the road, and it seems that the man got into a vehicle and drove off, so he can’t have been too badly hurt.”
    Tristan was star ing at the she-wolf and she knew that she would have to explain her questions.
    “I have to tell you something. It’s important,” she blurted out.
    “Everyone,” said Tristan. “Everyone! Be silent. Kyla’s got something to say.”
    The pack stopped their chattering and turned to face their alpha and the woman who now stood, more nervous than usual, before them.
    “You say there was another bear attack last night. I—we—can only assume that it’s the same bear shifter who attacked John Peterson.
    “We all thought it was Maddox, the man we