So I Married a Werewolf (Entangled Covet) by Kristin Miller

in his stomach. He closed his eyes, muscles hardening into anticipatory knots, and let the sensations surge freely through him.
    He shifted. Fell to his hands and knees. As his entire body shuddered, coarse fur covered his skin in a blanket of black. His muscles bulked up, stretched to fill his massive wolf form. Tendons pulled and snapped into shape. As a wolf, he was robust and muscular, the top of his back nearly reaching Nate’s shoulders.
    “Go get ’em,” Nate said, smacking Carter in the backside. “I’ll keep lookout.”
    Carter snapped at Nate’s hand and Nate snatched it back. Carter took off into the forest, his strides eating up the ground. He could sense things easier in this form. Every color was more vibrant, every sound more crisp. The energy of the moon flowed through him, empowering his every stride.
    He hadn’t run more than a few minutes before he sensed another wolf in the vicinity.
    Leave me alone, Enforcer, a scratchy voice said through the pack’s process of mind-speak. I mean you no harm.
    Carter spun around a fir and headed west, toward the main road. Branches brushed his side and threatened to tangle in his fur. With a single row of trees separating him from the road, Carter stopped.
    He was close.
    You may not intend to harm anyone, Carter projected to the wolf, but you’ve made yourself known to a non-shifter, breaking one of our cardinal laws. Why don’t you come back to the office with me before you get yourself in more trouble?
    Seattle PD’s sirens blared in the distance.
    And make it quick, he added.
    The wolf emerged from behind a tree. Scruffy brown fur covered a wolf that was no larger than a bullmastiff. Carter could easily talk to the witness and convince him or her that the creature in the park was a dog.
    They might make it out of this cleaner than he’d originally thought possible.
    A car passed behind the wolf, drawing his attention around. Carter stole the opportunity, leaping into the air, smacking into the wolf full-force. Growling from deep within his belly, Carter pinned the wolf to the ground. But the wolf was squirrely, slipping one of his legs free. Carter ground his back legs into the wolf’s belly, but it didn’t seem to faze him. He slunk forward, upward, slowly releasing himself from Carter’s hold.
    No way you’re getting away from me, Carter forced out.
    A pair of park visitors strode across the street, headed right for them.
    Sirens blared, closing in.
    In the distance, tires peeled against asphalt.
    Carter adjusted his grip on the wolf, but the split-second shift in position gave the wolf what he needed to scramble free. He bolted toward the street, his paws striking hard and fast, and headed for the road.
    No! Carter hollered through his mind. Stop!
    The wolf charged forward. A few more steps and he’d out himself to a couple of unsuspecting humans.
    Carter did the only thing he could. He dived, stretched out like he was laying out for a pop fly, and clawed at the wolf’s tail. He caught fur and dug in deep. With a strangled cry, the wolf pounced through the last line of trees and ripped his tail free. Carter landed behind him with a heavy thump , his momentum slinging him in plain sight.
    The couple shrieked, cowering.
    Glancing back to check if Carter had followed him, the wolf didn’t see as Nate’s Tahoe pulled up to the curb. The wolf ran squarely into the side of the SUV, then dropped to the ground like a stone. Nate hauled ass out of the driver’s side door and tased the twitching mountain of fur.
    Time stood still.
    Staring openmouthed, the couple sized Carter up, from his furry muzzle to his larger-than-life back haunches. They were committing the sight to memory, no doubt. Nate stood, his shocked gaze flipping between Carter and the couple.
    “Get in the back,” Nate mumbled, dragging the tased wolf toward the back of the SUV. As he popped the rear hatch, Carter hopped in, and then watched Nate heave the wolf in after him.
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