Claimed by the Beast Bundle by Dawn Michelle

part of the crazy night she’d had. Guntar giving her the Beast’s heart to eat—raw—was probably the crowning moment. Seeing Hank naked and wanting nothing so much as to jump his bones came in a close second, though.
    “Crys?”
    Crystal shook her dark thoughts away and reached up to push her wet hair off her face. “Yeah?”
    “Um, when were you going to tell me that Ember and Hank were werewolves?”
    Crystal’s breath caught in her throat. Had Ember told her? Or Hank? When? They’d both ridden back with Beth to Crystal’s house and sure, Hank had been naked beneath the spare blanket Beth kept stored in her trunk. But nobody said a thing about them being able to turn into wolves.
    “How, um—”
    “When that thing sent Hank’s bike flying and went for you, I saw Hank. He hadn’t even stopped sliding across the ground and his clothes went flying in pieces. Then this giant dog takes off after that, that thing.”
    “The Beast,” Crystal mumbled.
    “Yeah, sure, whatever. By the time I got my car stopped, my door was open and Ember’s clothes were on the seat and floor. She was gone and another dog—”
    “Wolf. They’re wolves, not dogs.”
    “Okay, wolf. Well, she ran to Hank and then, right before my eyes, she turned back into Ember! She told me to go get her friends at your place. Then Hank climbed to his feet—I mean paws—and she fell down and turned back into one again. Then they took off like bullets. I never seen something move so fast.”
    Crystal nodded and pulled the shower curtain back enough to poke her head out. “I didn’t want to scare you,” she said.
    “You failed,” Beth responded. She offered a smile. “I’m scared shitless. But you’re still my BFF, and I’m not turning my back on you.”
    “You’re not—you don’t think I’m some kind of freak?”
    “Not for a second.”
    Crystal bit her lip and blinked back the tears in her eyes.
    “Are you, um, are you like them? Isn’t that how it works, they bite you and you turn into one?”
    “I have no idea,” Crystal breathed. “I don’t think so, but I don’t know. None of them bit me, anyhow.”
    “I thought that beast bit you?”
    Crystal jerked and reached up to feel her tender shoulder. All her other cuts and bruises had healed—why wasn’t that one? It was like her foot when she’d been bitten the first time—it had taken a couple of days to heal. Still crazy fast, but the difference didn’t make sense. “He did, but he wasn’t like them. He was something else.”
    “Oh.” Beth paused for a long moment before she asked, “What was he?”
    Crystal shrugged. “I don’t know. They just said he was some kind of beast. I think Guntar said he had a bloodline that went back a really long time.”
    “Weird.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Crys?”
    “Huh?”
    “This kind of thing isn’t real. Are we dreaming?”
    Crystal let out a nervous laugh. “Don’t you think I’ve been praying for that all week?”
    Beth frowned. “Maybe it’s my dream?”
    “Wouldn’t you be the one getting chewed on and beat up then?” Crystal asked. “Or at least the one who has to fight to keep herself from screwing Hank?”
    Beth’s lips pursed and she looked away. “Okay. It’s real then. I don’t know how, but it’s real.”
    “At least we can count on one thing,” Crystal said.
    “What’s that?”
    “Stephanie is going to always be a bitch!”
    Beth laughed at the mention of the social elite girl who had made tormenting Crystal her personal mission their senior year.
    “Mind if I finish showering?”
    “Oh! Yeah, sorry. Don’t mean to leave you wet and naked.”
    Crystal smirked and pulled the curtain closed. As much as she loved and trusted Beth, being wet and naked sent her thoughts to Hank. The muscular biker was proving himself to be everything she’d ever dreamed about. Well, none of them looked very wealthy, but he made up for it with his good looks, killer body, and the way he treated her.
    Crystal’s