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floorboard. “Hey, Bob.”
    “I see you’re taking work home.” Bob tipped his salt-and-peppered head toward the backseat.
    Chay glanced back at his mate and smiled. “Yep, he’s headed home with me. Bandaged him up right before I headed out. Hopefully, he’s going to wake up sometime tonight.” He clapped Bob on the shoulder and started walking away from the truck. “Let’s go see this pretty lady and find out if she’s gonna be a mama.”
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Chapter Two
    His head was going to explode. What the heck had he done? It felt like he was moving, but he knew perfectly well he was lying still. He’d never been a big drinker, so he knew he hadn’t tied one on last night.
    But his head sure felt like he had. There were butterflies in his stomach and his dick was so hard it hurt. And why was he still in wolf form? Wait a minute. He really was moving…in some sort of vehicle. Uh-oh.
    Keaton blinked his eyes open. He lay in the backseat of a car…no, it was bigger than a car. A truck. He tried to push himself up into a sitting position. Ouch. His head ached something fierce… Oh yeah . He’d been shot.
    “You’re awake. Hang on a few more minutes, Little Bit, and I’ll get you inside so you can shift.”
    Keaton’s head snapped up— ouch —at the deep sexy voice. Little Bit?
    Who in the…? The man had a gorgeous head of black hair, high cheekbones and a tanned complexion. He was obviously Native American and fairly young but that was all Keaton could see from his point of view.
    He raised his snout and sniffed, trying to see if the man’s scent seemed familiar, and damn if his cock didn’t throb. Good God Almighty, what a wonderful scent. The butterflies got worse. Even so, he discerned that the man was a wolf and that he definitely didn’t know him.
    He dropped his head back down on the seat and relaxed. Apparently, he wasn’t in any danger. This man must have rescued him.
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    effort so he could’ve hunted in a protected area. He knew the rules. He’d stayed out of the pack’s marked territory. At least he’d managed to hunt on the unmarked pack land so someone had been able to rescue him.
    The truck stopped. The man cut the ignition and turned around to face him. If Keaton had been in human form he’d have gasped, but as a wolf it came out as more of a whine.
    The man was gorgeous. Big eyes—probably brown—and full lips, high cheekbones and his smile… Keaton blinked. Good lord, he’d been rescued by a walking wet dream. He’d always had a thing for tall, dark and handsome men.
    “I knew you’d have blue eyes.” The man stopped smiling, his face becoming very serious. “We’re here. Are you ready to go in?” He didn’t wait for a response, instead he got out of the truck. He stayed away for about a minute then came back and opened the back door. “Okay, this is how we’re going to do this. You’re going to try and be very still and I’m going to be very careful and try not to jostle you around a lot.” He unbuckled the seat belt and slid his hand underneath Keaton’s side.
    Pulling him out gently, the man picked Keaton up and kicked the door shut. Thank God, his head and foot ached so much he didn’t even want to attempt walking. The man carried Keaton to a nice little ranch-style house. The door was open, so Keaton supposed that’s where the man had disappeared to after he got out of the truck. He walked right in and laid Keaton, still wrapped in the blanket, on the floor then shut the front door.
    Keaton lay there for a minute taking everything in, or trying to, he couldn’t seem to get his eyes off the man. Tall and wide shouldered…and what a great ass. Keaton’s cock twitched. The man’s hair was a little longer than shoulder-length. It probably would have looked girly on another man, but with his obvious Native American features, it fit. It was sexy as hell.
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    The man turned, catching Keaton staring, and smiled. “Yeah, kinda weird, huh? You feel it too, right?”
    What? Keaton cocked his head to the side automatically, and wished he hadn’t. He had a headache from hell. But how did the man know how Keaton felt? Wait, if he felt it too, then it wasn’t just the trauma of being shot. What did