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“Too late,” he mumbles, looking at Jensen and then back at me. “Listen, I have to tell you something.”

“Okay…”

“It’s that long story I mentioned earlier.”

I’m silent as he gathers his thoughts.

He clears his throat and looks me dead in the eye. “I’m a wolf shifter.”

I wait for him to explain what the hell that is, but he just stares at me.

“All right…”

“And we’re fated mates.”

“Uh-huh…”

“And you have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”

“Not a clue.”

He sighs heavily and closes his eyes for a moment. “I’m a shifter. I can turn into a wolf.”

“Are you insane? Did you hit your head when you were rescuing me or something?”

“It’s the truth. We’re both shifters,” he says, nodding to Jensen.

“Right. Okay. Well?—”

“And we’re fated mates. We’re meant to be together. I knew it as soon as I scented you.”

“Oh, my god,” I groan.

“I can prove it,” he insists.

He pushes to his feet and pulls off his shirt.

“Whoa! What are you doing?”

“I have to.”

“Have to strip? Really? Is that a shifter rule or something?”

“I’ll tear my clothes otherwise.”

He pulls off his shirt and kicks off his boots. When he reaches for his pants, I look away. My eyes lock with Jensen’s.

“He’s telling the truth,” he says. “Watch.”

I take a deep breath before I turn back to Miles. He’s naked, but I refuse to look below his chin.

“Ready?”

“Um, sure?”

He nods, and then it happens.

He changes.