Page 2 of Tracked By the Beast (Mate Hunt 4)

What did he mean, they got it?

Were they going to abduct me or tackle the werewolf or something?

Zed rumbled, “Mate.”

I knew what was happening, then.

What else could “mate” refer to but the whole werewolf-soulmate thing?

And Del and Rocco might have been soulmates, but I wasn’t her—and I wasn’t going to jump into this werewolf shit show head first.

“Like fuck you do,” I hissed, dodging Zed’s hand as I made a run for my truck.

I wasn’t getting “got” by anyone, werewolf or human.

And thank the damned heavens that I’d decided not to drink, because I sure as hell wasn’t going to take a soulmate into my arms, or my bed, or any other part of me. I’d had enough of asshole men and shitty situations in my life as it was.