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Behind her, the gray alpha lay down in the grass and rested his heavy head on her flank. She leaned into him. And for the first time in her life, she was not a biologist studying a pack.

“You walked in here,” he’d said slowly. “On two legs. But your eyes… your eyes were yellow, Dr. Hervas.” june hervas pack

It wasn’t a howl that woke her. It was the absence of one. Behind her, the gray alpha lay down in

She looked down at her hands. They were human. Soft. Nail-bitten. She thought of her cabin, her books, her life of quiet loneliness. She thought of the root cellar door with its three deadbolts. She thought of the way she’d felt last winter, running through a blizzard with snow in her fur, and the pack around her, and nothing to fear because fear was for prey. “You walked in here,” he’d said slowly

“I don’t know how,” she whispered.