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the wheel of her tiny car. He reached beneath the seat and released the lever to extend the seat all the way back to accommodate his long legs.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded in a squeaky voice.
    “I’m taking you home. Keys?” When she only blinked at him, he sighed. “Look, I’m driving, you better get over it and give me the keys, or prepare to sit here all day long with a horny Wolf who wouldn’t mind taking you back inside to eat you. Literally. So make your choice.”
    “I didn’t know letting you have your way with me meant I’d be stuck with you.” She slid into the seat, pulled open the glove compartment, and slapped a rabbit’s foot key chain in his hand.
    “And you leave your keys inside your unlocked car?”
    “Where do you think I could carry them when I transmutate? Don’t answer that.” She saw his lopsided grin and hissed at him before pulling on her seat belt. The man was an arrogant bastard. Why had she let him do that to her? She bit her lip and stayed quiet as he started the car. She’d half hoped Casper wouldn’t start, but the little Bug sputtered to life and clunked into gear as he pulled it out onto Main Street.
    “Hey! Casper isn’t meant to drag race.” She glared at him as he ignored her and instead turned on the radio. Her Celtic Women CD blared out of the tiny speakers. He winced and switched it over to the radio, tuning it until Metallica banged through the tiny car.
    “That’s my stereo you’re messing with, Wolf boy.” He continued to ignore her. She bit her nails into her palms as she fought the urge to attack him.
    “Settle down, Kitten. We are almost there.”
    Allison glanced through her dirty windshield and realized they were leaving Medina behind and heading out toward the country. When he’d taken her to the Den the first time, she’d been unconscious. On her way out of the Den, she was blindfolded to keep the pack’s whereabouts secret. She knew by what Alexa told her that even the meetings of the Tri-Species Council were arranged by special invitation of the Alpha and only in a certain location within the Den that was open enough to allow the Witches to pop in. He signaled and turned onto a dirt road. Casper bounced hard in the ruts left by the spring runoff.
    “I’m surprised you aren’t blindfolding me, or at the very least knocking me out. Aren’t you afraid I’ll let your secret lair’s location out of the bag?”
    “Why would you? The Den is now your home as well.” He gave her a smile and shrugged his shoulder. “Besides, doing so would be an act of treason to the pack. You understand an action of that sort would make you enemy number one to not only my pack, but to every pack in the world. There wouldn’t be a hole deep enough to hide in. And candles and herbs don’t work on a Wolven who has your scent memorized the way I have yours.”
    Allison shivered at the implications. He was right; she’d be lucky to survive a week if she broke his or the pack’s trust. She’d always had a knack for getting herself in trouble. This time was only a million times worse. She sighed as she studied the man beside her. His jaw line was darkened by two days of not shaving, which made a shiver of unwanted longing run down her body. He looked what he was, a rough and lethal male, who screamed of danger. She hated to admit it, but he was sex personified and fatally attractive to any female with red hot blood running through her veins. She was no different.
    “Not again.” She moaned miserably as she rubbed her arms. The itchy feeling was getting worse. She wiggled in her seat with a hiss. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think he’d given her fleas. Unfortunately, her libido was working overtime, and it didn’t help when the male who was responsible for her condition looked over at her with a knowing grin.
    “Relax. You’ll be safe here until we figure out what to do about Chambers’s missing bride. Well, you’ll be