moving to a foreign country. To her, the Wolf Nation was both exotic and ordinary, frightening and spiritual. Spread over a million acres in Central Texas, this self-ruled reservation had followed the laws of the tribal world for more than a hundred years. The elders often told stories about the time thousands of years ago, when werewolves were free to live where they wished on the North American continent. This was before pure-blood humans started hunting wolves out of spite, in retribution for the unruly behavior of a small fraction of the population.
By the time the wolf leaders came together to do something about the senseless deaths, the tribes had lost more than a million citizens. An agreement between the Wolf Nation and the federal government granted one million acres—symbolizing the number of lost souls—to the three largest tribes. Many wolves moved to Texas from other states to help build the new communities. Others, enraged by the thought of being confined to a specific piece of land, went deeper into the forests and mountains to maintain their freedom. They didn't trust that citizens of the Alpha Lands would be granted the same rights as the rest of the United States. They feared virtual imprisonment. Each year, though, hundreds of young wolves drifted to the Alpha Lands to make their new homes.
Rosa had waited years to be one of them. Now, at the age of twenty-two, her new life was only two hours away.
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Chapter 2
A woman was locked in Jared Clearlight's bathroom. He didn't put her there. He didn't want her there. It looked like she wasn't coming out any time soon, though, and he had to pee.
He pulled off his pajama bottoms. He didn't feel like exposing his human body to his neighbors this morning. Mrs. Muller, in particular, always gave him the evil eye, even though she was the one with cat skulls lining her porch rail. He opened the front door, shifted, and then stepped out. He turned around and tugged on the rope hanging from his doorknob, careful not to pull the door all the way closed. Other wolves simply put electric door openers on their dens. He liked the challenge of doing some human things in wolf form.
After he relieved himself behind the building, Jared pushed the door open with his snout and shifted again. He pulled on his pajama pants and then knocked on the closed bathroom door. "Jennifer? Are you okay?"
"No."
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"
"No."
Jared rested his forehead against the door. Damn, he was tired of dating human females. Since high school, he'd been attracted to the college girls who came to the Alpha Lands by the carload for parties with the locals. But he was twenty-four now. These too-delicate creatures were beginning to irritate and bore him.
As he reached up to knock again, Jennifer opened the door.
"My legs feel like I rode a freakin' horse all night. I can barely walk," she said, glaring up at Jared as she limped out of the bathroom.
"Nah, you just rode me."
As the words came out of his mouth, he knew he should have kept them to himself. The slap came immediately, sharp and stinging. He closed his eyes and begged himself to keep his mouth shut. Asking her to slap him again would only draw out this miserable moment for both of them.
He went into the kitchen to give Jennifer time to find all of her stuff without him standing over her. That was only one of the problems with dating small human women. He always felt oversized … in more ways than one.
Just thinking about women in the abstract made Jared grow hard again. He sighed. There would be no more release with Jennifer, that was for sure. And seeing him with a giant erection would only fuel her anger. He mentally talked himself down while he pulled the eggs out of the refrigerator and heated a pat of butter in a large pan over the gas burner on his stove. He cracked all eighteen eggs into a mixing bowl and whipped them together with a little milk. To fit it all in the pan, he had to cook half
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