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Ella grabbed a handful of the back of Drake’s t-shirt and he reached behind, his hand landing on her hip to keep her back.
    Diz gripped the door jamb, shuffling from foot to foot. Beast took a step closer.
    “Back the fuck off. That’s an order.”
    At that moment, Blister strolled through the back door, frowning at his cell phone, seemingly oblivious to the conflict around him. “Alright, I’m here. What’s the meeting about?”
    He pocketed his phone, but froze, staring hard at Ella. He took in a long breath and his frown deepened. He glanced at the three by the door and then back to Ella.
    “Fuck,” he muttered, inching closer to her and Drake. But Drake didn’t bark at him to stay away like he had with the others. Blister stood next to Drake with his back toward her, hands out in front of him. “You called me here for this? How’d you know I wouldn’t fight you for her?”
    Drake shook his head. “I didn’t call you here for this. But we’ll deal with that later.”
    Blister gave a glare that could melt the polar ice caps. “You idiots going to leave? Or do I need to smack you around a little.”
    Surge nodded gravely before dropping his head to look at his pants. Ella gasped when she realized his erection stood at full attention, tenting the front. “Yeah, I’m going to need to be smacked around,” he grumbled.
    “Fucking hell, me too,” Diz moaned.
    Beast hadn’t taken his eyes off Ella since this all started. Strangely she wasn’t afraid of him though.
    “Take her out of here,” he rasped through gritted teeth. “Before we kill a twenty year friendship over her.” The rumble in his chest grew louder. He was sweating and red-faced, and shuddering. Fighting some invisible source Ella couldn’t see.
    Drake edged Ella backward toward the door.
    “I can’t fight it…” Beast groaned. “For fuck’s sake, Blister. Will you hit me already?”
    “My pleasure, friend.”
    The last thing Ella heard before she was whisked out of the shop was fists flying and the crashing of bodies hitting metal.

Chapter Seven
    Ella let Drake pull her through the empty field and past the practice track until they arrived at his small cabin. She frowned as he pushed her inside and closed the door behind them. The fresh air had done her some good. Her head felt less like a balloon and more like it was weighted to her body. But it had done nothing for the intense ache between her legs.
    Drake spun and pulled her into his arms. She welcomed the contact. It was a necessary anchor, keeping her in the real world while she tried to make sense of all that had happened since leaving Red Cap. Hell, all that had happened since she’d stepped foot in this club.
    “I didn’t want you to find out like this, but there’s no time, so just listen to me.” He waited for her nod before continuing. “You aren’t like other humans. You’re different. You’re a shifter.”
    A laugh burst from her lips at his serious tone. She’d thought he was going to tell her something worrisome.
    Of course she was a shifter. Wait. What was a shifter? With her knowledge of cars, all that came to mind was a gear shifter. She imagined herself, except leather covered and with numbers and a gear map painted on her stomach.
    She shook her head, squinting up at Drake.
    “A wolf, to be exact. Ella, you’re a werewolf.”
    Oh. Yeah. That. But he was wrong. She most certainly was not a…
    “A wolf?”
    Drake nodded. “We all are. Your mother was too, but not your father. It’s why you’ve never turned. But now, you need to.”
    She shook her head in disbelief, wanting to deny what he said, but also not able to. Something inside her felt the truth of his words. The stories her daddy told… he’d been trying to prepare her for this all along.
    “A wolf.” She let her lips speak the words again. “Shifter.”
    As unbelievable as it was, she believed him. And she wasn’t just taking him at his word. Now that she’d been given a name for