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BECKY

What the fuck?What. The fuck?

I couldn’t process what was happening. One minute, we were in bed, the soft hazy afterglow of wild sex surrounding us. The next, I was rolled onto the floor and practically shoved beneath the bed because someone had kicked in the front door.

Clint had acted so quickly. His instincts to protect me were strong. As I’d laid there…naked, I had to wonder if he’d acted so fast because he’d been expecting it.

Who was anticipating someone kicking their way into your house?

This wasn’t a big city. We weren’t even in Cooper Valley. We were above Wolf Ranch in the flipping mountains. There were no houses, no people around for miles. In fact, the nearest place was probably Audrey and Boyd’s or the main house. If any of them came to visit, they’d knock.

I’d gone from stunned and confused to stunned and scared. The guy… Donald… had accused Clint of some really bad things. Shooting his cousin in the head? I’d expected Clint to deny it, to say there was a mistake. He hadn’t.

He’d admitted it.

Clint was a murderer. The crazed guy, the one who I hadn’t even seen since I was shoved under the bed, had every reason for revenge. As I’d laid there, I hadn’t been able to reconcile the Clint I knew from the Clint this guy described. The way only minutes before he’d been inside me, coaxing an orgasm from my body.

Way back at the bachelorette party, he’d hoisted that handsy guy up by the throat but hadn’t done more. He hadn’t even defended himself or fought back when he’d gotten his nose broken. With Todd the other night at my house, he’d done the same lift-by-the-throat move but hadn’t hurt him. With me, Clint had always been gentle… except when I hadn’t wanted him to be. But even then, he’d checked in with me.

But murder?

Things went from bad to worse when Donald stated he planned to kill me. A death for a death. Was this what Clint had been expecting? Was this why he’d shoved me behind the bed to be protected?

That had all been crazy, but it had gone from that to insane.

They’d fought and gone out the window like in a movie. When I realized they weren’t coming back, I tugged the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around myself and ran into the front room to watch from the other window. It was then I saw Donald’s dark form change to a wolf.

It was night. It was dark. There were no streetlights. But the moon was out, and the snow made it bright. I couldn’t miss the outline of the men against the stark white ground. They’d changed from human to wolf.

Yes, afucking wolf. Then Clint had done the same thing. I blinked. Then again.

I stared, trying to process what I knew I’d seen when they loped off out of view.

I ran to the front door and stifled a scream when I bumped into someone. Big hands gripped my upper arms, and I began to fight. “It’s Boyd, darlin’. Shh, it’s okay.”

I stilled. “He’s a wolf,” I muttered, holding the blanket snug around me.

“Yeah, darlin’, he is,” Boyd replied. “You’re safe now. You’re not hurt, are you? The baby okay?”

I heard snarls and movement outside, but Boyd blocked my view.

“I’m… I’m fine. Why aren’t you helping? Stop them. Something.”

“Nah, Clint’s got it under control.”

Under control? “I… I don’t know what that even means.”

“That guy, Donald, is a danger.” Snarls filled the air, and I shivered.

“He said he killed Todd, that he wanted to kill me,” I said, staring at the front of his coat. “For revenge.”

A growl rumbled from Boyd’s chest. “Like I said, Clint will take care of him.”

My stomach roiled. “I need to see.”

He sighed, not letting go of me. “That’s not a good idea. It’s gonna get—”