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think she was right, quite another to see it in action. The large wolf was changing before her very eyes. The long, hard jaw receded and his head changed shape. Limbs cracked and reformed. Fur became skin. The entire process took only seconds.
    The giant brown wolf was gone, and in his place was a very tall, very imposing man. Gray swallowed, her throat suddenly very dry. She tried not to notice how broad his shoulders were, or how the muscles in his rock-hard chest rippled when he stretched. His skin was tanned but stained with the blood from his injuries. His biceps were huge, like the rest of him. His hips were lean and his legs powerful.
    He was also aroused.
    His cock jutted out in front of him, long and proud. She’d never seen anything like him before. There was something primal and elemental about him.
    Gray had always wondered how her mother could have had a one-night stand with a man who’d left her pregnant and alone. But seeing this stranger in front of her and feeling the full force of his primal power, she could easily understand how such a thing might have happened.
    “Who—” She broke off as his dark gaze captured hers. She swallowed hard and tried again. “Who are you?”
    She was proud of the fact that she could actually speak. The guy had just shifted from a wolf to a man and was standing in her bedroom. She started to laugh and slapped her hand over her mouth. She always laughed when she was nervous or uncomfortable. It was a habit she couldn’t break and one that often got her into trouble in social situations.
    His eyes narrowed and he studied her intently. Time stretched out until she could barely breathe. She got the feeling he didn’t miss a single thing about her. She became very aware of her own body—the short breaths that expanded her lungs, the sheen of sweat on her arms, the quivering in her limbs.
    He slowly held out his hand to her. “I’m Louis LaForge.” His deep voice made her heart skip a beat and her insides turn to liquid. There was no mistaking the Southern lilt to his voice.
    She lowered the hand from her mouth and gulped in some much needed air. “Gray. Gray Everson.”
    He kept his hand extended and she felt compelled to take it. Keeping one hand locked around Shadow’s collar, she took her first step toward him. “You’re real, aren’t you?”
    She was having a difficult time wrapping her head around the reality of having a werewolf in her bedroom. It was one thing to read about them and wonder, but this was a little too real.
    “I am.”
    Again, his voice made her insides quiver. That wasn’t like her at all. She’d never gotten stupid over a guy before, and she’d run across her share of handsome men in her life. But Louis was different.
    His hand was still midair, waiting for her to take it. He was tempting her, luring her closer. She knew that for a fact, but damned if it wasn’t working.
    “You can let the dog go,” he told her. “Shadow won’t hurt me.”
    Of course the dog wouldn’t hurt him. Shadow recognized him for what he was—the alpha of the group.
    She dropped her hand from his collar and took another step closer. She stopped when there were still several feet between them. Her arm was shaking when she lifted it. Her hand trembled as she pressed her palm against his.
    She was used to being independent. Feeling strong and in control of her life. This was outside anything she’d ever dealt with. How often did a woman meet an actual myth? Werewolves were part of ancient lore and the stuff of popular fiction. They weren’t real.
    Or that’s what she’d truly believed until a few seconds ago when she’d watched the man before her shift from wolf to human.
    His skin was warm and slightly rough. He slowly closed his fingers around hers, holding them for a brief second before releasing her. A sense of disappointment flooded her. She’d wanted the contact to last longer.
    “You’re a half-breed.”
    His words struck her with the power of a