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She was in Matt’s backyard practicing alone when her wolf picked up the scent of a stranger. It reminded her faintly of Reed, but contained something more. Looking at the house where Matt was hiding out and pretending not to watch her, she whimpered before trotting into the woods. She wouldn’t go far—just far enough to get a look at whoever was headed their way.
Picking her steps carefully, her paws were nearly silent as she trotted. Maybe she hadn’t perfected a fully clothed shift yet, but her wolf definitely knew how to move confidently through the world.
Her ears picked up a series of soft footfalls. They grew louder as she stood by a tree and waited for the person to appear. Sniffing the air, Ariel discovered she could tell a few things from his scent, like he was male and a were
