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But maybe what comes of it could, whispered the voice in Wylla's head. She'd raised two litters now, in two different circumstances. Maybe she could take the best parts of both and raise a third litter with the proper support of a pack, a capable mother focused solely on them and not the pursuit of a man who might have been her mate, and maybe they would not grow up to hate—

A voice pulled her from her reverie. At the same moment that she mentally recoiled from male company, a thrill chased through the confused alleyways of her veins. She turned her tapered head to face Zane and was pleased to see that he wasn't hard on the eyes, and yet...

Biological imperative wasn't enough this time, not like it had been with Raptor. Wylla peeled her lips back from her teeth, despite the sparks of desire for attention that zinged through her, and snarled, fuck off.

It would only end poorly if she indulged in Zane, no matter what her body screamed. In the distance, another figure, and a third from behind; both unnoticed.