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the face. An annoyed little dog of a werewolf wasn’t going to phase her.
    “Down! Now! ”
    Her voice cracked through the quiet like a whip, the sharp tone bringing both Zane’s ears forward toward her. He lowered his head. She felt the blood drain from her face. Shit, this was it. He was going to charge and she was done for.
    Roth hit the deck, landing in a little heap of sniffles and tears to bleed gently onto her floor. She flicked a concerned glance down to make sure he was still breathing. He was an asshole yeah, but that didn’t mean she wanted him dead. Not really. Maybe a little mussed up around the edges so that he’d think twice about threatening people just out to make an honest living, but nothing more.
    She looked back up to find Zane watching her. He didn’t blink, those un-nerving eyes fixed on her. Her throat rasped, dry as sandpaper when she tried to swallow. Crap, what did she do now?
    “Errr, sit?” One of the cops sniggered and she shot him a look of hate. What the fuck was she supposed to say to a locked and loaded werewolf? Down boy?
    Zane threw back his head and howled, sending half a dozen skittish cops into cover behind the broken tables. But he didn’t charge anyone. Instead, as she watched, he started to shrink. The heavy muscles receded back into his body. His limbs changed shape with a wet slide and cracking that set her teeth on edge. The long fur grew shorter until it was swallowed up by his skin and finally, Zane stood in front of her in human form.
    He blinked and shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, then looked back at her.
    “You couldn’t come up with anything better than ‘sit’?”

 
    Epilogue
     
    “So, you go furry and you lose the clothes?” Ashlee asked much later that evening.
    The cops had cleared out with Roth and the pixies in custody. The customers had all been interviewed, treated if necessary and allowed to leave. She and Zane’s team had cleaned up the bar as best they could.
    Fortunately the spell Roth had cast had shattered as soon as Zane had gotten claws into him, so Destiny had recovered from her wooden prison without a scratch. The broken doors and windows had been boarded up, courtesy of Trent—Ashlee had a new appreciation of what a gargoyle and a hammer could achieve—and Destiny had ‘healed’ the damage to the floors and the bar.
    One by one, they’d all left, leaving Zane waiting for her with a question in his eyes. She’d slid her hand in his, wanting nothing more than a shower, preferably one containing a hot wolf, and then a soft bed.
    “Hmmm, yeah.” Zane’s voice was sleepy as he cracked an eyelid to look at her. She hid her grin. She’d tired her big, bad wolf all out. “Nothing tends to survive a quick conversion. It’s a bitch on my wardrobe, so I try and undress first. Doesn’t always work. Got caught by a little old granny once. She about beat the shit out of me with her bag.”
    Ashlee chuckled, leaning down to swirl her tongue over his nipple. “So, all I need to do is make you mad, then turn you back after you go furry?”
    He gasped as she grazed sharp teeth over his nipple, his cock reawakening to tent the sheet over his lap.
    “Why would you want to do that, sweets? I’ll get naked anytime you ask.”
    “Really?” she asked, dropping kisses over his stomach as she headed down. “I’m gonna need some proof of that, big boy.”
    She didn’t reach her destination. With a laugh, Zane threw back the covers, flipped her over and spent the rest of the night proving just that.
     
    The End

 
    About Mina Carter
     
    Mina Carter was born and raised in Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England). After a slew of careers ranging from logistics to land-surveying she can now be found in the wilds of Leicestershire with her husband and young daughter…the true boss of the family.
    Suffering the curse of eternal curiosity Mina never tires of learning new skills which has led to Aromatherapy, Corsetry,