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WADE
Two Weeks Earlier
I sat in my parked pickup, trying to formulate a plan. Searching online records—some public, some private—I’d located the human my alpha ordered me to investigate. The one who requested access to our pack land. Caitlyn Shriver, the post-doc wolf biologist at Granger State, my alma mater. Age twenty-seven. Cute, judging by her college and motor vehicle IDs.
I was parked across the street from her apartment, deciding my next move.
On paper, Dr. Shriver didn't look dangerous. Hell, she was a tiny thing. No threat to me or mine. Physically. But her request to chip and track wolves on Two Marks pack land raised all kinds of red flags. Gibson, the alpha, was in Montana with Ben to track down their mate. Before Gib left, he’d read Caitlyn’s email and responded. He’d
