Bonedust

a short hour or two left to shine. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought, her wolf surging forward, eager. She was finally free.
    Touching a gentle hand to Benji’s, she gave him a half-smile and turned to go. Saying less was always more, right?
    Why, then, did it feel like her heart was breaking?

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    Hounded by Sadie Hart

    Chapter One

    The muscles in her thighs quivered as Lennox Donnelly crouched behind a yellow bush in the middle of the desert. She’d crawled the quarter mile from the bulletin board she’d stuffed her car behind to the wooden fence she eased under now. A soft groan slipped from her as her belly scraped the rough grass and then she was under, safely in the Bayrock Pridelands.
    Well, about as safe as a Hound from Shifter Town Enforcement could get.
    The lion-shifters here would hardly welcome the shifter equivalent of a cop on their lands, especially when she’d come to tag and bag one of their resident pride males. If anything that tended to get their tails in a twist. Her lips twisted in a wry grin as she lay there, breathing in the thick scent of dirt and dried grass. He shouldn’t have attacked a dog if he hadn’t wanted to get caught.
    Hounds didn’t take kindly to one of their own getting clawed up by a kitty cat. Lennox slowly righted herself into another crouch, her hands stained with the desert-red dirt all around her. A quick scan of the area revealed barren, yellowed rock that stretched out for miles. Broken only by tufts of weed and the occasional boulder. Well that, and small cluster of ranch houses sitting several hundred yards to the south.
    With the sun still clinging to its perch in the sky, more than a few of the pride members still lolled about outside and Lennox licked her dirt chapped lips, waiting. Having to hunt a pride male in his own territory wasn’t her favorite way to spend the evening. She wouldn’t exactly be able to march in there without drawing the attention of the whole pride, and Enforcement liked its takedowns cut and dry. No fuss, minimal mess.
    Meaning her boss would shit sticks if she botched the takedown and he had to send the rest of the pack out to save her ass. The media always loved it when STE had to come out and pump a whole community with silver like they were nothing more than animals. Then again, lion-shifters weren’t much better than their kitty cat brethren. They were violent, edgy, and always riding that fine line between aggression and brutality.
    Visitors more often than not equated to snacks.
    Keeping low, Lennox crept closer to the small ranch. Six houses in total. It wasn’t the biggest pride around and once everyone settled in for the night she could make her move. A car rattled up the road and Lennox froze. The only cars that would be heading up this drive would be other pride members. She blended in easily to red dirt ground and the wiry brush that dotted the landscape. She’d dressed for a romp along a country dirt road, her khaki camos dusted thoroughly with prairie dirt and her tan tank top was nearly skin color. To a car racing down the road, she’d be invisible.
    The car drove on past, exhaust billowing out in dark, angry plumes and Lennox waited, breath held. Watching. Taillights flashed in the dim evening light as the car pulled to a stop in front of a two-story house with a wraparound porch. She watched the towering form of a man get out, black hair flipped back in the wind. Had to be her man. The Bayrock Pride only had two coalition males, and one of her pack mates was supposed to have eyes on Tegan Sharpe, to make sure he didn’t make it home in time to come running to his partner’s aid.
    One pissed male lion-shifter was going to be bad enough. She licked the dirt off her teeth and stretched out, crawling over the dry, cracked grass. All this would have been easier if she’d just shifted into her dog-half and trotted the distance in a low crouch, but she kept the Rhodesian ridgeback clamped down. The trip to the ranch would have been easier, but it was a waste of energy and magick that only a stupid Hound would make.
    She needed hands to put cuffs on Kanon Reyes when she got to him. Hands to slip a gag in his mouth if she needed one. Hands to tranq him enough to make him cooperative. Human logic won out and Lennox crawled over the ground. Lean muscles bunched as she hung low, scanning the road for any other cars heading this way. Her