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Chapter One

It was a night like any other in South Florida— to be really hot—and the Lunas Locas pack was going va Thearound the Biscayne Boulevard edge of Bicentennial Park You couldn’t really get out of the city—the urban sprawl of Mialades But there were a few open places a pack could run under the moon and this was one of them

Paul Kraskowski, aka Krackskullsi, aka Skulls to the rest of the wolves, sighed and shrugged out of his da the pack tats he’d had inked back when he’d been ju at a crazy-facedsun pierced by a stake covered e to anyone who kne to read thehed irritably as he dropped the shirt carelessly on the seat of his custom-builthuoddamn bit

“What the fuck?” he snarled as soers were small and cold and the scent on them was bitter li to face her “What do you want, anyway?”

She pouted prettily, tossing her long black hair over one sliel sent ht”

“What? Why?” Angel Chavez was packleader by blood and birth—he could trace his heritage all the way back to Cuba, which was soo, couldn’t claim He would never be packleader hiel than anyone else

“Like I fucking know” Mercedes shrugged “He’s busy—fa about that”

He’d taken enough shit for being the only blond-haired, blue-eyed non-Cubano in the Locas often enough for that not to bother hi Mercedes to tell hi Paul hi a little wanna-be like you to tell me his business, huh?”

She flushed “I’o, remember?”

“Like I could forget” As one of the pack’s veteranos he’d had to take part He’d made it as fast as he could but he couldn’t nant? He didn’t want any kid of his to have Mercedes for a otten” She reached between his legs and paly jeans he wore “What happened that night, anyway—you didn’t want to share ht you can have me all to yourself You can even take me in wolf form if you want—I like to fur fuck under the full moon”

Paul pushed her hand away, repulsed “No thanks I’ll take a fucking pass on that one”