“Nothing,” Robbie said. “I mean, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Robbie.”

“Ox. Let’s finish this oil change.”

“We were fixing the alternator.”

“Huh.” He looked down at the car. “That makes more sense than what I thought we were doing.”

“She’s a friend.”

He scowled. “You didn’t hear her heartbeat. Or smell her.”

“Oh god, I hate werewolves,” I muttered.

“She stunk like arousal.”

“You shouldn’t go around smelling people.”

“I can’t help it! Tell her to not go around smelling like she wanted to hop on your dick!”

“Who wants to hop on dicks?” Rico asked as he and Tanner walked over.

“No one,” I said quickly.

“That girl,” Robbie said. “Jessie.”

I sighed.

“That’s Ox’s ex-girlfriend,” Tanner said.

“From high school,” Rico added helpfully. “Because those are the relationships that last forever.”

Robbie looked slightly horrified. “You dated her?”

I put my face in my hands.

“But you’re mated to the Alpha!”

That stopped me cold. I dropped my hands. I glared at Robbie and said, “I’m not mated to anyone. If I was, you can sure as shit bet he’d be here and—”

The others stared at me as I cut myself off. This wasn’t the time for that. Not now. Maybe not ever.

“Ox,” Rico said gently, like he was approaching a cornered animal. “You know he’d—”

So I said, “Don’t.”

He didn’t.

I muttered something about going to lunch and left them standing there.

THEY CAME four days later.

During those four days, I got more pissed off. I had problems, and I couldn’t think of a single way to be rid of them.

Because werewolves were my problem.

Packs were my problem.

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