Authors: Loribelle Hunt
The wind shifted, and the fragrant scent of male lust wafted to her from somewhere deep within the woods. Laney’s eyes snapped open in an instant as realization crept in on her. This wasn’t just some lonely cry she was hearing. It was a mating call.
A burst of black fury surged through her.
Damn males!
No wonder she felt so strung out and needy. Some horny male had been calling out to her for nights on end!
Her lips compressed in a thin line, Laney tilted her chin and gazed up at the moon. It hung at three‐quarters. It would be another day or two before the full moon held sway. Even so, the night was clear. The moon loomed large and bright overhead. No wonder she felt like a bitch in heat.
A heated blush stole into her face at that unspoken admission. Her lip lifted into a silent snarl. One thing for certain, she had to get this howling situation under control before her brother came back and discovered what was going on.
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