Book 3 Chapter Three - Michael's Mate

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After snuffling around in circles a few times, Michael was forced to lift his nose from the ground and look around. The scent had stopped abruptly... too abruptly. She had lead him straight into a narrow ravine. There was only one way in and one way out. He hadn’t lost her scent, she had doubled back on herself. Not only that, he realized with a groan, but she had lead him here on purpose. He wasn’t hunting her... she was hunting him. Crazy, cunning woman. He shifted back into his human form, and took his sweats from Sarah. The woman had drawn the short straw this trip, and had the unfortunate duty of carrying the pack with their clothes. He yanked the worn cotton pants up and hastily tied the strings. “Eyes open,” he called to his group. “She’s close. Probably watching us rig

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