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the mournful howling that gave her goose bumps and had her pulling the covers over her head. Didn’t these guys ever sleep? Or were those real wolves doing the serenade? All night, she half-expected Jason Hawes and Grant Wilson to burst into her room carrying thermal cameras and EVP recorders, completing her little side trip to Paranormals-R-Us.
    And then there were the renegade thoughts of Jaxon, ones that made her shivery in a good way. Sure, she’d been scared as hell and more than a little freaked out to see a man morph into a wolf and race from the darkness. Tear apart the two guys trying to kill her, and with little effort. But the jerks with the guns had frightened her more, and truth be told, she’d sensed, deep down, that the wolf meant her no harm.
    What had he said? That he and his friends weren’t the ones she had to worry about.
    So far that appeared to be the truth. He’d rushed to her defense like her personal avenger, and had continued to protect her even from his friends. She wondered if he realized he’d constantly put his body between them and her, his glare promising trouble for anyone who dared to touch her.
    Okay, am I being a bit too romantic here, reading more into his actions than was really there? Maybe. But he had protected her.
    Looked damned fine doing it, too. All those rippling muscles, that soul patch, spiky black hair, and the wicked ear piercings lending the man that slight air of irreverence. Confidence. Here was a guy who knew how to handle his business.
    She’d love to know whether he could handle himself as well in bed as he could out of it.
    “Right. He’s probably got a string of women who can answer that question.” And why should that make her cranky? Sitting up with an irritable sigh, she got her bearings and then made her way into the bathroom, wincing as she glanced in the mirror. “Talk about ghouls,” she muttered, making a face at herself. The mug staring back at her would no doubt make the wolf run for the hills, tail between his legs. Time for a shower, and coffee. In that order.
    Before she could turn on the water, a firm rap caught her ear. Heading out, she passed through the bedroom and snagged the T-shirt Jaxon had brought, hauling it over her head. As she went into the living area the knock came again.
    Hurrying to the door, she peered through the peephole to see a woman standing in the hallway. Sliding the bolt, she opened up and gave the gorgeous brunette on the threshold a tentative smile.
    “Hello. I’m Kira Locke.”
    “And I’m the welcoming committee,” the woman said warmly, holding up a stack of clothes. “I’m guessing you’d like something to wear.”
    “Yes, thank you! Come in.” Stepping aside, she let in her visitor. Though technically, she was the visitor here, she reminded herself.
    The brunette laid the clothes on the sofa and turned to Kira. “I hope these fit well enough to get you through a day or two. I’m taller and not nearly as slender as you, so you might have to roll up the jeans and wear a belt. Oh, I’m Mackenzie Grant,” she said, holding out her hand.
    Kira shook, liking her already. “Jaxon told me about you. You’re one of the doctors, correct?”
    “That’s right. I’m a psychologist, though I’m not called on much to use that training anymore. At least not like I was in the beginning, when the men had so much trouble adjusting. Now I’m a scientist and parapsychologist here at the Institute. I study paranormal phenomena, particularly how the changes have affected our Alpha Pack men or will affect them in the future.” She blushed. “I’m sorry. I get carried away by my subject, especially since I rarely have anyone new to discuss it with.”
    Kira grinned. “No biggie. I can see why you’d be excited, Dr. Grant. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be on the leading edge of such a fantastic field of study and have to keep it a secret from the outside world.”
    “It’s hell,” she agreed.