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“Not until you ask me to, nena.” He winked.

The bastard.

“I’m not your babe.” I jumped off him and retracted my claws.

“Wait!” he practically screamed.

“What?” I turned to face him with my arms crossed until I realized it just pushed up my boobs in my thin tank top.

It didn’t matter. His eyes were on my hands. “You did a partial shift. How?”

I fought the urge to hide my hands and cocked my head. “Is it supposed to be hard?” I snapped my teeth, showing off my extended canines, and winked before walking out.

“Who the hell are you?”

I laughed until I got to the kitchen and found three men waiting for me.

“What?”

“You really need to stop pinning us down.” Javier sighed, looking like he’d had little to no sleep since I last saw him.

“They were both asking for it.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Marco, can you make more coffee? Two cups aren’t going to be enough today.”

Marco shot me a glare as he moved past me to follow orders like the good little bitch he was.

“You have got to tell me how you do that!” Cruz was still pulling on a shirt as he joined us.

“What?” Derek asked.

“She can partially shift. Her teeth and claws!” I didn’t know for sure yet if Cruz was the youngest of the brothers, but right now, I’d be willing to bet all my hair-smoothing potion he was, and with this humidity, that wasn’t something I could lose.

Marco spun from the coffee marker. “Your teeth too?”

This was going to come up eventually, but I was hoping it would take a few weeks. I wasn’t expecting to whip out my secrets so quickly. Last night, I couldn’t reach my knife and refused to let Marco win our first match and instincts took over this morning.

“Yup.” They didn’t need to know about anything else I could do—for now.

“How? I thought partial shifts were impossible,” Cruz said, smiling at me like I was an exciting new toy.

“Hard work,” I deadpanned.

Truthfully, I wasn’t sure if all shifters could control their shifts or not. It was one of the most difficult things I ever mastered, but it wasn’t really a choice for me.

Killing in my fully shifted form wasn’t an option. The Pack had no easy way to explain away a wolf attack in our area of Texas. The fox, coyote, and big cat shifters could pull it off in a crunch, but I didn’t have that luxury.

I only fully shifted twice.

I wasn’t comfortable in my wolf form. I felt more vulnerable and restricted.

Instead, I used my abilities as enhancements.

A bite out of a neck? Extremely suspicious.

A single slash? Any blade could cause that, so I rarely even used all my nails.

None of my kills could look like an animal attack. It was the one and only rule the Alpha gave me.