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The beast in you takes over, and you forget what it is to be human, even in your human form. You might even hurt them. You can keep them safe if you learn how to be Shifter and live with Shifters. Eric clamped down on her wrists, at the end of his patience. Is that really what you want? He felt her fear reaction, but Iona kept up her glare. Her eyes widened.


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Abduct me and lock me in your house? What would the human police say to that? Taking her home and keeping her there was exactly what Eric wanted to do. Iona was getting out of control, and she needed help. Eric at least had persuaded the humans to let him meet the other leader, Graham McNeil, face-to-face before the new Shifters moved down here. McNeil was going to be trouble. McNeil was going to challenge for leadership—Eric had known that before the man opened his mouth.

And in the middle of all this, a young, fertile female with the rising need to mate was running around loose and unprotected. Iona struggled to sit up again.

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She leaned against the rock wall and scraped her hair back from her face. Goddess, she was sexy, bare breasted in the moonlight, lifting midnight hair from her sharp-boned face. And if he did this right, she might provide the answer to some of his Shiftertown problems. I came to ask you to have Duncan Construction bid on the housing project to expand Shiftertown.

She looked curious in spite of her caution. They held secrets of Shifter clans that humans could never know about. Even McNeil would need to protect the secrets of his pack, probably why the man wanted to move into the existing Shifter houses—they already had the necessary spaces. Eric had planned to modify the new houses the same way he and his Shifters had modified the old houses, a little bit, over time, so the humans never realized they were doing it. He met her gaze, not disguising anything in his. Iona blinked, for the first time looking at him in more than frustration, anger, or crazed need.

Eric felt his grin spread across his face. I need to look after you. But I think we can come up with an agreement. The moment I enter your Shiftertown, all the Shifters there will know what I am.

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How will that help me? Iona wrapped her arms around her knees, gathering herself in. Never go to Shiftertown? Eric moved to her side again but kept himself from touching her. And you need me. Think of it as an opportunity to better understand your Shifter side. He wanted to fold her in his arms, take her home, keep her safe. Eric leaned into her, inhaling her ripe, sensual scent. But you have to trust me. Iona went still, though he sensed her body reacting to his. She wanted him, and everything in Eric knew it, and responded. Eric nuzzled her again, and Iona let him, not pulling away.

Even Graham would understand that, though whether Graham would leave her alone was another question. Eric breathed his scent onto her again as he brushed the line of her neck, renewing the mark. Goddess, she was sweet. She smelled clean like a mountain meadow, and her underlying scent was warm with wanting. He made himself sit up and push away from her, rising in one move. Before Iona could scramble to her feet, he reached down and, took her by the arms, hauled her up next to him. His human side was fully aware of her nudity and the petal-soft feel of her skin.

Her breasts were full, the tips dusky, and the twist of hair between her legs black. Eric looked at the hand, Iona offering a handshake in the human way. Iona was gorgeous when she was fired up, blue eyes hot, her stance challenging. Her gaze dropped down his body, stopping at his very erect. She put one hand on her bare hip and kept her voice light. An extension of your tail? Eric shrugged, unembarrassed. What do you think it is? Her pheromones filled the air until Eric could taste them. She shifted to her wildcat. Iona was beautiful and wild, and he wanted her to be free.

And safe. Iona bounded past him. Her wildcat was surefooted and fast, her pelt beautifully dark, her eyes as ice blue as her human eyes. Graham McNeil watched the humans shrink back in a satisfying way as he walked into the meeting room at the courthouse. Not leader for long, if Graham had anything to say about it. Eric had a tatt as well, jagged lines that started somewhere under his short-sleeved black T-shirt and wove down one arm. Eric was going to be a problem. He was a strong alpha and had been leader of his Shiftertown for more than twenty years.

The shithead wanted Graham to look away. To acknowledge that Graham was going to be second, maybe way less than that. Neither was Eric. Graham felt his hackles rise, the wolf in him ready to shift. They wanted Graham to sit next to Eric. What did the humans expect Graham to do? So why not shove all the Shifters into one? The Shifter bureau could keep a better eye on them all that way. In this effing city, there were humans everywhere. They smelled like shit. Even Eric smelled wrong.

Graham had seen, on his way to the meeting, a sign on the top of a taxi advertising Shifter women dancing nude in clubs just off the Strip. Shifter females, taking off their clothes for human males. And Warden sat back and let it happen. That needed to stop. Graham returned the look with as much determination. The trouble was, Graham was getting the same message back from Eric.

This was going to be a long, bloody fight. Her sexy scent. Eric had dreamed of her for the last two nights, the dreams so vivid that he woke up surprised he was alone in his bed. He woke up hard and sweating, groaning as the sheets brushed his aching cock. He was like a Shifter in mating frenzy, but Eric had conquered that a long time ago, right? Iona was made for mating frenzy. Eric needed to protect her, yes, but he also wanted to go to her, wrap himself around her, declare her his mate, keep her away from all others.

Times were more civilized now. Females could reject the mate-claim, and they all lived in peace and harmony.


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Whenever Eric looked at Iona, or scented her, or felt her warmth, civilization went to hell. He wanted Iona, wanted to be naked with her, nothing more. The humans in the room were nervous. The rest eyed Graham in outright fear if they could bring themselves to look at him at all. For now, your families will have to adapt to boarding with others. Graham balled his hands on the table. His Shifters can double up. Kellerman gave Eric his smooth smile. Bunking together will induce camaraderie and make the transition painless.

What an idiot. Eric kept his face straight, but Graham rolled his eyes. When strange Shifters found themselves thrown together in a tight space, the natural instinct was to go into a dominance battle. Who controlled each house was as important as who controlled Shiftertown. Members of the same clan or same community already knew who was dominant.

There would still be conflict, but exponentially less. Eric stared down the table at Graham, willing the guy to shut up. Eric had learned how to let the humans understand just enough Shifter business to keep them happy and how much to keep from them. Challenging for leadership in this room would only get them both arrested. We formally accepted a bid from a construction company this morning.

Eric kept his gaze from moving. It must have been sent at the last minute, right before this meeting, in fact. The Lupine was good. Kellerman consulted his notes. They put in a decent bid, and we accepted it. The players in the poker tournaments downtown would have envied his blank face. Graham kept his gaze hard on Eric for a few moments before switching it to Kellerman. After the meeting ended—with nothing resolved—Graham fell into step with Eric as they headed for the parking garage and their separate vehicles.

Graham stopped.

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They were relatively alone, the upper floors of the parking garage sparse at the human lunch hour. Better still to have the plans changed to fit our needs. But how would they make plans to our specs? Without us giving away anything? Your idea of liaising is intimidation and fear. Works like a dream. Look around you. Trust me, subtlety works.

Graham was going to be hard to tame. Graham finally shrugged. With a final glare, Graham turned his back and walked away. Eric unstrapped his helmet and heard Graham start up his own bike. Graham was dominant enough to know his gestures made the right implications, without having to double-check. Iona dropped her sandwich and jumped to her feet when she sensed Eric outside the door to the office.

It was a terrific sandwich from a little deli down the street, and now it was a mess of roast beef, honey mustard, lettuce, and fresh bread all over her desk. He wore a short-sleeved black T-shirt under his leather jacket, one that showed the tatt sliding down his arm when he took off the jacket. He removed his sunglasses, giving her the full flash of his jade green eyes. That had been in his territory. This was hers. Eric at least had persuaded the humans to let him meet the other leader, Graham McNeil, face-to-face before the new Shifters moved down here. McNeil was going to be trouble.

McNeil was going to challenge for leadership—Eric had known that before the man opened his mouth. And in the middle of all this, a young, fertile female with the rising need to mate was running around loose and unprotected. Iona struggled to sit up again. She leaned against the rock wall and scraped her hair back from her face. Goddess, she was sexy, bare breasted in the moonlight, lifting midnight hair from her sharp-boned face. And if he did this right, she might provide the answer to some of his Shiftertown problems. I came to ask you to have Duncan Construction bid on the housing project to expand Shiftertown.

She looked curious in spite of her caution. They held secrets of Shifter clans that humans could never know about. Even McNeil would need to protect the secrets of his pack, probably why the man wanted to move into the existing Shifter houses—they already had the necessary spaces. Eric had planned to modify the new houses the same way he and his Shifters had modified the old houses, a little bit, over time, so the humans never realized they were doing it.

He met her gaze, not disguising anything in his. Iona blinked, for the first time looking at him in more than frustration, anger, or crazed need. Eric felt his grin spread across his face.

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I need to look after you. But I think we can come up with an agreement. The moment I enter your Shiftertown, all the Shifters there will know what I am. How will that help me? Iona wrapped her arms around her knees, gathering herself in. Never go to Shiftertown? Eric moved to her side again but kept himself from touching her. And you need me. Think of it as an opportunity to better understand your Shifter side. He wanted to fold her in his arms, take her home, keep her safe. Eric leaned into her, inhaling her ripe, sensual scent. But you have to trust me. Iona went still, though he sensed her body reacting to his.

She wanted him, and everything in Eric knew it, and responded. Eric nuzzled her again, and Iona let him, not pulling away. Even Graham would understand that, though whether Graham would leave her alone was another question. Eric breathed his scent onto her again as he brushed the line of her neck, renewing the mark. Goddess, she was sweet. She smelled clean like a mountain meadow, and her underlying scent was warm with wanting. He made himself sit up and push away from her, rising in one move. Before Iona could scramble to her feet, he reached down and, took her by the arms, hauled her up next to him.

His human side was fully aware of her nudity and the petal-soft feel of her skin. Her breasts were full, the tips dusky, and the twist of hair between her legs black. Eric looked at the hand, Iona offering a handshake in the human way. Iona was gorgeous when she was fired up, blue eyes hot, her stance challenging. Her gaze dropped down his body, stopping at his very erect.

She put one hand on her bare hip and kept her voice light. An extension of your tail? Eric shrugged, unembarrassed. What do you think it is? Her pheromones filled the air until Eric could taste them. She shifted to her wildcat. Iona was beautiful and wild, and he wanted her to be free.

And safe. Iona bounded past him. Her wildcat was surefooted and fast, her pelt beautifully dark, her eyes as ice blue as her human eyes. Graham McNeil watched the humans shrink back in a satisfying way as he walked into the meeting room at the courthouse. Not leader for long, if Graham had anything to say about it.

Eric had a tatt as well, jagged lines that started somewhere under his short-sleeved black T-shirt and wove down one arm. Eric was going to be a problem.


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  7. He was a strong alpha and had been leader of his Shiftertown for more than twenty years. The shithead wanted Graham to look away. To acknowledge that Graham was going to be second, maybe way less than that. Neither was Eric. Graham felt his hackles rise, the wolf in him ready to shift. They wanted Graham to sit next to Eric. What did the humans expect Graham to do? So why not shove all the Shifters into one? The Shifter bureau could keep a better eye on them all that way. In this effing city, there were humans everywhere. They smelled like shit. Even Eric smelled wrong.

    Graham had seen, on his way to the meeting, a sign on the top of a taxi advertising Shifter women dancing nude in clubs just off the Strip. Shifter females, taking off their clothes for human males. And Warden sat back and let it happen. That needed to stop. Graham returned the look with as much determination. The trouble was, Graham was getting the same message back from Eric. This was going to be a long, bloody fight. Her sexy scent. Eric had dreamed of her for the last two nights, the dreams so vivid that he woke up surprised he was alone in his bed.

    He woke up hard and sweating, groaning as the sheets brushed his aching cock. He was like a Shifter in mating frenzy, but Eric had conquered that a long time ago, right? Iona was made for mating frenzy. Eric needed to protect her, yes, but he also wanted to go to her, wrap himself around her, declare her his mate, keep her away from all others. Times were more civilized now. Females could reject the mate-claim, and they all lived in peace and harmony. Whenever Eric looked at Iona, or scented her, or felt her warmth, civilization went to hell. He wanted Iona, wanted to be naked with her, nothing more.

    The humans in the room were nervous. The rest eyed Graham in outright fear if they could bring themselves to look at him at all. For now, your families will have to adapt to boarding with others. Graham balled his hands on the table. His Shifters can double up. Kellerman gave Eric his smooth smile. Bunking together will induce camaraderie and make the transition painless. What an idiot. Eric kept his face straight, but Graham rolled his eyes.

    When strange Shifters found themselves thrown together in a tight space, the natural instinct was to go into a dominance battle. Who controlled each house was as important as who controlled Shiftertown. Members of the same clan or same community already knew who was dominant.

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    There would still be conflict, but exponentially less. Eric stared down the table at Graham, willing the guy to shut up. Eric had learned how to let the humans understand just enough Shifter business to keep them happy and how much to keep from them. Challenging for leadership in this room would only get them both arrested. We formally accepted a bid from a construction company this morning. Eric kept his gaze from moving. It must have been sent at the last minute, right before this meeting, in fact. The Lupine was good. Kellerman consulted his notes. They put in a decent bid, and we accepted it.

    The players in the poker tournaments downtown would have envied his blank face. Graham kept his gaze hard on Eric for a few moments before switching it to Kellerman. After the meeting ended—with nothing resolved—Graham fell into step with Eric as they headed for the parking garage and their separate vehicles. Graham stopped. They were relatively alone, the upper floors of the parking garage sparse at the human lunch hour. Better still to have the plans changed to fit our needs. But how would they make plans to our specs?

    Without us giving away anything? Your idea of liaising is intimidation and fear. Works like a dream. Look around you. Trust me, subtlety works. Graham was going to be hard to tame. Graham finally shrugged. With a final glare, Graham turned his back and walked away. Eric unstrapped his helmet and heard Graham start up his own bike. Graham was dominant enough to know his gestures made the right implications, without having to double-check.

    Iona dropped her sandwich and jumped to her feet when she sensed Eric outside the door to the office. It was a terrific sandwich from a little deli down the street, and now it was a mess of roast beef, honey mustard, lettuce, and fresh bread all over her desk. He wore a short-sleeved black T-shirt under his leather jacket, one that showed the tatt sliding down his arm when he took off the jacket.

    He removed his sunglasses, giving her the full flash of his jade green eyes. That had been in his territory. This was hers. Iona gathered up the mess of her sandwich, dropped it back on the paper it had come in, wrapped it up, and wiped her hands on paper napkins. Eric let the door close behind him. Her office was a trailer on the site where they stored their equipment and supplies and sold building goods on the side. At least it was lunchtime—her mother and sister were off doing wedding shopping, the guys lunching wherever they liked to lunch. Eric gave her his stare, not smiling or saying hello, anything a normal person would do.

    He showed up, sliding into her life again, and that was that. His Collar glinted above the line of his T-shirt, proclaiming what he was—not human, a wild thing someone had tried to cage. No apologies, no embarrassment. Not even glee. Eric leaned against the desk and looked at her, and it was all Iona could do to not react. In any way. Why did that little morsel of praise warm her all over?