Kit moves to Georgia to answer the call of the Appalachian Trail only to be captured by a wolf pack who claims he is their alpha's mate. EXCERPT ~*~ "Your hands are rough. Do you do a lot of manual labor? Hands-on stuff?" Janus shook her head and Kit didn't need her to answer aloud to know she had no idea what he was talking about. "I fight? I patrol the borders, investigate outsiders, and negotiate with other packs. I represent Blue Ridge in the moon ceremonies. I have no 'job' other than being Alpha. You don't like my hands?" She pulled her hand away from his to study it and Kit wished he hadn't said anything at all. Her hands were rough but he had felt something while touching her he'd never felt before. "I didn't say that. I said they were rough. You make me feel soft." Her head snapped up and her golden eyes narrowed on him as she said, "I don't want to make you feel soft. I want to make you feel hard. You make me feel hard." Kit wasn't ready for her to launch herself at him. She cupped the back of his head with one hand and braced herself on the wall with the other. Her long legs bracketed his body as she rubbed her groin over his. Kit lost his breath as Janus stole it by fitting her mouth over his once more. No one could have prepared Kit for the way it felt to be kissed by Janus. She wasn't gentle. Her mouth was softer than a man's. but her mannerisms were more masculine than feminine. Kit would have thought he was kissing a man if her breasts weren't pressed into his chest.