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take purse? My mating scent gone. Hot
    widow now. I let you fuck me. You let me leave.”
    He shook his head. Hot widow. Anyone who’d grown up in a pack town knew the term, what male wolves called a she-wolf who’d gone through first heat, but no longer had a mating scent—even if she was divorced. Hot widow had the same connotation as MILF in their community, used to refer to someone a lot of wolves would want to fuck, mostly because it was actually legal to do so under Lupine law. Male wolves weren’t allowed to sleep with unheated females no matter their age, but the ones who’d already gone through their first heat were fair game.
    Back when he’d been a sheriff, he’d followed up on a few texts from bar owners who were worried because a male wolf had gotten drunk and was getting a little too aggressive with a she-wolf who no longer had a mate but didn’t care to sleep with the sloppy drunk propositioning her. And that was only the texts he received. He’d long suspected the hot widows in Wolf Springs were actively harassed by unmated and unhappily mated male wolves in town, even if they never filed official complaints.
    “Who call you ‘hot widow’?” he signed. “Wolf Springs wolves? Who bother you? Tell me!”
    She shook her head.
    “Tell me.”
    Her eyes snapped away, her face so ugly with fury that for a few seconds, she looked twice her age. Fifty instead of twenty-five. Like Luke’s mother after she’d learned what life with the Oklahoma king was really going to be like. For a moment, he’d thought Tu would slap him, like his stepmother had slapped his father a few times in fits of meth-fueled anger. But then she launched into motion, crawling over him and scurrying out of the room faster than a spider in a horror movie.
    He felt the reverberation of the door across the hall slamming just a few seconds later.

7
    “ I ‘m taking you home, Tu,” Grady signed. And this time he just held up two fingers for her name sign. No tap on his heart.
    It was the Friday after Thanksgiving, and Tu had thought Grady had already left for the Colorado kingdom town. But no, he’d appeared at Luke’s barn rave and killed all the fun she’d been having dancing while Luke deejayed for the wolves and humans who had shown up to party and buy whatever his crew was selling.
    She’d gone to these types of parties before with her cousin, Vince, and she’d sometimes take a couple of tabs of ecstasy beforehand, which had made dancing even more fun. But tonight, Luke had given her an “early Christmas gift,” a small packet of powder he called “ecstasy on ecstasy.”
    What the hell, she thought, as she snorted the stuff up her nose in his room before heading out to the party. Her parents would eventually make a follow up call about a possible pledge meeting to the King of Nebraska and it would be “say goodbye to all that sweet freedom” by the end of the week. Why not have a little more fun than usual? One last night of being young, wild, and free?
    And was she glad she partook of that early Christmas gift. The euphoria—it was like nothing she’d ever known. The music Luke was spinning didn’t just enter in through her ears, it coursed through her blood stream and made everything from the press of human and wolf bodies around her to the DJ par lights shining overhead, pulse with energy and life. It felt like everyone at the party were newly formed stars in the night sky.
    Time passed by in a whirl of Luke occasionally taking a break from his DJ duties to find her on the dance floor and make out with her for a little bit before disappearing again. She danced for… she didn’t know how long. Probably hours, and it felt like she might not ever come down, she was floating so high in the sky.
    But then a hand tugged at her hard, yanking her like a small vehicle hitched to a tractor-trailer through the crowd of warm bodies. She tried to fight it, but the hand held on to her no matter how hard she pulled and