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station. An indifferent teenager barely glanced at her.
    The young werewolf chatted on her cell phone, lowering her voice when Heidi approached her.
    “Can you tell me where I can find your pack leader?” she asked, praying her nerves wouldn’t be overly noticeable.
    “He’s usually at Bernie’s Den,” the young bitch told her.
    Heidi got directions and headed back out. That had been easy. Maybe she got all worked up over nothing. After all, she didn’t have any proof that American werewolves hated her kind. Once again, she witnessed how prejudice spawned from lack of 30
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    communication and false assumptions could cause the wrong conclusions to be drawn.
    Maybe these werewolves didn’t care one way or the other that she entered their town.
    Bernie’s Den turned out to be a flat-roofed building with a large, cleared parking lot in front of it. Quite a few cars were parked outside, which made her skin prickle once again with nerves. It was midafternoon, and maybe when this pack woke up, they started their day here before heading off to work. Her pack usually gathered at the coffee shop. But regardless of their breed, for the most part it had been her experience that werewolves weren’t that different from each other.
    She stared over her steering wheel for another moment before forcing herself to turn off her car and get out—before she lost her nerve. Once again tugging on her hat, she zipped her coat up to her neck, then hurried inside.
    The bar door closed behind her with a thud, and Heidi inhaled the smells of a room full of werewolves. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the dim light. She ignored curious stares and walked up to the bar.
    “Is your pack leader here?” she asked, cringing when her voice cracked.
    The werewolf behind the bar stared at her. He was big—bigger than she thought an American werewolf would be. Arms as thick as her legs were covered with tattoos and the crew cut he sported gave him a rough look. But then, tending a bar, he probably had to appear capable of stopping any barroom brawl. Well, she wasn’t here to fight.
    “What do we have here?” A werewolf with dark red hair leaned on the bar next to her. He tugged at her coat. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”
    Heidi backed away from him and immediately felt hard muscle behind her. She jumped clear of another werewolf who’d stepped up behind her.
    “Do we have a new bitch in town?” The werewolf behind her grabbed her arm, preventing her escape.
    She growled at him, showing her teeth. “Get your fucking hand off me,” she hissed.
    “And she’s a feisty one too,” the dark redhead said. “Looking for a little action, little bitch?”
    “Not with you, I’m not.” Sweat broke out along her spine while tiny hairs tickled the back of her neck. “I came here to talk to your pack leader. Where is he?”
    “Why should he get all the action?” The werewolf at the bar reached for her again and she slapped his hand hard enough that flesh cracked against flesh.
    Her act got them even more excited and their scents turned her stomach. This was bad. The bartender simply picked up a rag and casually started wiping the counter, watching all of them like he might see a good show.
    “I came here to talk about dead werewolves, not kill one myself,” she snarled while her heart thudded so hard the ringing of blood rushing in her veins made it hard to think clearly.
    “We don’t care about killing anyone,” the redhead said. “Just give us some fun and we’ll take care of you just fine.”
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    He moved too fast for her, reaching and grabbing her by the waist and throwing her over his shoulder before she could react. Then to her terror, the werewolves around him cheered him on when he turned in a slow circle, showing off his prize.
    Heidi kicked and pounded his back with everything she had, fighting not to change right there inside the American werewolf bar. So far they hadn’t