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over shiny metals and rocks. Janet had never understood why a diamond

was worth killing over, but a pink topaz was hardly worth sweating about. Humans

had fought wars over the possession of gold, but iron ferrite, which looked exactly the same, was
worthless.

And when humans started killing, watch out. Whether it was "Free the Holy Land

from the infidels!" or "Cotton and Slave's Rights!" or "Down with Capitalism!" or

whatever was worth mass genocide, when humans went to war, your only chance was

to get out of the way and keep your head down.



But marry one? Marry someone slower and weaker? Much, much weaker?

Someone with no pack instincts, someone who only lived for themself? It'd beтАФit'd be

like a human marrying a bear. A small, sleepy bear who hardly ever moved. Fucking

creepy, is what it was.



And there was Alec, sitting at the head table and smirking like he'd won the lottery!

And his mateтАФuh, wifeтАФsitting next to him. She was cute enough if you liked chubby,

which the boys in the pack did. A bony wife wasn't such a great mother when food was

scarce. Not that food was scarce these days, but thousands of years of genetic

conditioning died hard. Besides, who wanted to squash their body down onto a bundle

of sticks?



Okay, there wasn't anything wrong with her looks. Her looks were fine. So was her

smellтАФlike peaches packed in fresh snow. And the bimbo knew what she was getting

intoтАФher old lady had worked for Old Man Wyndham, way back in the dayтАФso the

whole family had experience keeping secrets. But to call a sloth a sloth, the new Mrs.
Kilcurt was not pack. Wasn't family. And would never be, no matter how many cubs