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WILLOW
“And now, my little ginger she-wolf, it’s time for your punishment.” Rob backed me up against the bed, tugging my clothes off as he went.
We were at his pack’s mountain lodge in the private bedroom in the back. Rob brought me up so I could practice shifting, but first… he had something else in mind.
I’d spent the past day bogged down in procedures. The sheriff and paramedics with Markle’s body had left by dawn, but the DEA had remained all day, searching the property, making an inventory of the drugs and working with Canadian customs to watch for other shipments. Markle’s drug channel was shut down.
My body had mostly healed. I still had a mark and felt twinges where the bullet hit me, but that was it. My shifter genes had saved my life.
Everything in my life suddenly made
