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freckles he loved so much. Chay sighed and forced himself to relax. Bit would make it. It had been close, but Chay’s blood had saved him. He woke earlier, long enough to rinse his mouth and let Chay undress him and carry him to the bed, but he’d quickly succumbed to sleep again.
    Now Chay sat in bed with Bit’s head in his lap. He tried to relax and just be happy Bit was alive. He was happy—extremely—but he was scared too. More scared than he’d ever been. Someone tried to kill Bit again and they damned near succeeded this time.
    How could he combat an unknown force? He had to find out where Bit had gotten that apple—that had been the last thing Keaton had eaten. The doc had told him that the only poison that worked on werewolves was sodium fluoroacetate. Further confirmation that the perpetrator was a wolf. True, a high enough dosage could kill any species, including humans, but it took a very miniscule amount to kill a canine. He knew that from vet school. It was once used to control predators. What he hadn’t realized is that a werewolf’s regenerative properties couldn’t heal them from a dose of it. According to Doc Baker, it was the one toxin their bodies couldn’t drive out. And it was odorless, so even their keen sense of smell couldn’t pick it up.
    Chay exhaled and dropped his head against the headboard with a thud. This was some really scary shit they were dealing with. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t keep Bit locked up and they couldn’t move.
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    Whoever it was would follow them. He was certain of it. In fact, he was positive that whoever it was had followed Bit to New Mexico. He was going to have to ask Bit again when he woke up. He needed to know everyone in Keaton’s past who might have cause to kill him.
    Bit’s eyes blinked open. The scent of arousal overwhelmed Chay almost immediately. Bit blinked again and his eyes changed to their lupine equivalent. He opened his mouth, presumably to say something, and his canines lengthened, making not only Chay, but himself gasp.
    Sitting up, Bit turned toward Chay, a questioning look on his face. He gazed at Chay’s lips for a mere second, then grabbed Chay’s face and sealed their mouths together. He crawled out from the covers and straddled Chay’s hips, his cock pressing hard and insistent against Chay’s belly.
    Chay tried to pull back, but Bit wouldn’t let him. He growled—
    actually growled—at Chay. Chay finally managed to grab Bit’s head and push him back. It wasn’t that he minded the mauling, but damn, he’d at least like to know Keaton was okay. “Geez, Bit.”
    Keaton gasped and clutched his head. Ears appeared on the top of his head and his face began to elongate.
    Chay stared, fixated.
    Bit pulled his hands up and watched as long talons pushed out the ends of his fingers. That was weird. They should have fused into paws.
    Chay’s jaw dropped open. Keaton had just, for the first time in front of Chay, changed into his third form, half-wolf/half-man. His face was wolf, as was the tail Chay could see waving behind him. He had a fine covering of platinum fur all over, and in some places, like on the head and back, the hair was longer. His torso was still clearly human, but his hands and legs were something in between. His cock…still very human and still very hard.
    “What happened?” Bit asked in a voice not his own. It was hoarse, low, growly, with a lisp to it.
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    “You were poisoned. We gave you blood. Don’t you remember?”
    The pale wolf head shook back and forth. Keaton reached for him again, bringing Chay to his knees and tight against the furry body.
    “Need, Chay. Bad. Can’t control it. Take charge. Don’t want to hurt you.
    Too strong like this.”
    This was weird. It was still his Bit, his mate, but well, it was strange.
    He was human and Keaton wasn’t quite. Keaton was actually larger in this form, about Chay’s size.
    Keaton’s hips surged up against him and he whimpered. “Need.”
    Chay nodded. His mate needed him. He grabbed Bit’s cock. It felt the same. It looked exactly the same too. He could do this. He pulled on the solid shaft, jerking Bit off. Keaton’s head dropped to his shoulder, his muzzle nestled into Chay’s neck. Chay flinched as the cold, wet nose pressed against him, but didn’t stop stroking.
    Bit let out a low growl. It wasn’t fierce or angry, more of a