Gia Roberts is part of a secret organization of humans who hunt rogue shifters. It's not a fun job, but someone has to do it and since she's more aware of the existence of shifters than your average human, it might as well be her.
Then the unexpected happens and her group forms a tentative alliance with the werewolf Hunters. Her boss pairs her up with Anthony, the leader of the Hunters. Working with him is torture. He's irritating. He gets on her last nerve. And he sets her body on fire.
The last thing Gia wants to do is give into the craving she feels for the wolf, but he gets harder to resist with each passing week. When her secret past comes back to haunt her, will he be able to convince her he can keep her safe? Or will she run back to the safety of her world?
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Anthony left his clothes in a pile in the SUV's backseat and shifted into his wolf form as he walked towards the waiting woman. He smiled a wolfy grin at Gia's shocked expression. Few werewolves could shift while moving, but he was far from ordinary. To his annoyance, she quickly covered her reaction with chilly disdain, spun on her heel, and strode away.
He sat on his haunches to admire her. Her steps were soft, but measured and efficient, as she stalked forward to the tree line. Her ass swung in provocation he knew she was unaware of and she sure as hell wouldn't like his appreciation of it. In his current form, he could admire it without giving himself away.
The moon was almost full, easily penetrating the gloom so when she turned to see if he was following, her gray eyes glowed silver. He moved forward and she fell into step at his right, an arm's length away. They moved in step, as one, as if she'd always been at his side. As if she'd hunted with him for years instead of just months.
He made himself focus on the assignment. They were in a forest on the Georgia side on the Savannah River. Hunting a rogue cat. It was impossible to tell what breed exactly from the markings left on the victims' bodies but it was definitely a shifter. Big cats didn't stalk the city streets of Atlanta. And as the leader of the Hunters, the werewolves charged with hunting down and executing rogues, he didn't normally hunt cats. He would have scowled if he were in human form.
It was a distraction he couldn't afford. He never would have made such a stupid misstep otherwise and Gia turned to glare at him as the twig cracked loudly under his foot, announcing their presence in the silent night. He was reaching for the power in him to switch forms when he saw the shadow, when he saw it move. With a forceful leap and lunge, he took the naked man to the ground and clamped his jaws around his throat in an animal demand for submission.
He sensed more than saw Gia step up to his side, weapon drawn and pointed at the stranger. He snarled as the man under him tried to turn his head to see her. His throat moved under Anthony's tongue and teeth and he released his grip a bit, just enough so the man could gasp out a question.
"Can you call him off?" he asked Gia.
Anthony growled low in his chest. This cat wasn't free to speak to his woman. His claws dug a little deeper into the man's chest, puncturing the skin so tiny droplets of blood appeared. But only just enough to pierce his skin. Just enough to let him know Anthony meant business.
"What are you waiting for?" Gia demanded in a whisper.
Good question. Why was he waiting? Anthony had seen the last victim just minutes after his murder. The answer came immediately in the stink of panic on the man's skin. He was a cat, all right, but the wrong cat.
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