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was racing, but she was shocked to realise it wasn’t from fear but from fascination. From the knowledge that the man who had taken over her life was a rare and incredible being.
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    “No wonder he talked about mating,” she said.
    “Brian asked me to leave the book with you. It’s the one Luke brought for me to read right after we met.” She stood up and held out her hand. “Come with me. Let me show you something.”
    She turned out the lights in the kitchen and tugged Regan by the hand to the sliding door, opening the vertical blinds just a fraction.
    “Look,” she said. “Watch carefully in the yard.”
    Regan stared through the narrow slit in the blinds, her eyes open wide.
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Chapter Five
    With only moonlight to see by, if she hadn’t been watching carefully, Regan would have missed the dark shapes. Four of them, moving stealthily among the tall side hedges and into the thick trees at the back of the yard.
    “I hope my neighbours don’t spot them,” she said.
    “The guys are really good about not being seen. And if anyone does lay eyes on them, they’ll just think it’s a big dog. Most people don’t even know what wolves look like.”
    The more the impossible realisation took shape in her mind, the more questions Regan had. Sierra willingly answered even the most intimate ones, until finally Regan felt the tight knot that had formed inside her unravel and a thrill of excitement take its place. She began to leaf through the book again, studying the history of shape shifters, until her eyes began to droop.
    ”Why don’t you go on up to bed?” Sierra suggested. “I’ll curl up on your couch. The guys won’t be in until dawn.”
    “I think I will, if you don’t mind. I still have work tomorrow. I don’t know how Brian will keep going.”
    “He can nap as a wolf and regenerate quickly. You’ll see. Go on. I’ll be fine.” She lifted the book from the table. “And take this with you. Spend some time reading it.”
    Regan’s mind whirled as she climbed the stairs to her room, undressed and brushed her teeth. As a prosecutor, she dealt in facts backed up by evidence. If you could see it, touch it, smell it, taste it—it was a fact. What Sierra had told her was so complex and demanded a huge degree of acceptance and unqualified belief on her part. Something completely opposite from the way she’d always lived her life,
    But as Brian said, the connection between them had been instant and fierce, more than just great chemistry. So she had two choices. Walk away altogether or acknowledge what she’d just learned. And walking away just didn’t seem possible. She put the book on her nightstand and crawled into bed. Tomorrow, she’d do more than leaf through it.
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    As tired as she was, she still didn’t expect to fall asleep easily with all the thoughts whirling around in her mind. Yet her head barely touched the pillow before she was asleep, dreaming deeply of wolves leaping and playing around her.
    The alarm woke her at six-thirty, and she reached over to punch the snooze button, relishing the fifteen minutes extra she always gave herself. As she rolled to her side, her gaze landed on the floor…and the huge black wolf lying on the carpet next to her bed. The weird part was it didn’t seem strange to her nor did she feel any fear. Safe. Protected. Loved. Those were the emotions that struck her full force.
    He was awake and watching her with his all-knowing amber eyes. Brian’s eyes. She reached out a trembling hand to touch the rich black pelt and smoothed her fingers against its softness. He turned his head and licked her hand with his warm, pink tongue, sending shivers racing through her body.
    Why am I not frightened? How can I just accept…this, whatever this is? I am a logical person, and this is not logical. But here I am, accepting it as a normal part of life. My life!
    “Good morning,