10
BOYD
“Here comes trouble,” Levi, one of the ranch hands, muttered at the sound of hooves trotting up our drive. A bunch of us were sitting on the corral fence watching Sam, another of the ranch hands—and fellow pack member—tame the new stallion he’d bought.
It was always tricky at first. Horses that weren’t foaled on the ranch had to get used to the shifter scent. Even the tamest of horses acted wild when we first brought them in. They didn’t want to submit to humans that smelled like wolves.
I thought of Audrey, of how skittish she’d been the day before, how quickly she’d bolted after I’d tried to tame her. With my tongue. I shifted on the top rail, my d**k getting hard without any room for it to fit.
I looked down the drive at the man riding toward us, squinting slightly into the
