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Owen couldn__ believe his luck. Candice Mayfair was the beautiful white wolf he__ seen that day so long ago. Not that she looked like a wolf right now. He only knew she was the wolf, unequivocally, because he recognized her scent. After the initial shock of seeing an unfamiliar and intriguing Arctic she-wolf, he__ gone after her.The whole pack had gone on a run that night, but they knew to stay far away from any campsite. He and the other guys had swum across the river to explore a bit. Cameron and his mate had stayed on the other side with the kids. He__ even swum back across the river to find her and discovered her scent had led right to one of the tents. Since she had moved into the tent, he knew she had to be one of their shifter kind. He__ even hung around the next day, waiting to catch a glimpse of her, but there were several women, and he had no idea which one had been her. Two blonds, a couple of brunettes, and a red-haired woman__one of whom looked like the picture he had of Clara Hart, though.Being a white wolf in summer had made it difficult to blend in, so he__ had to keep well out of sight.Candice Mayfair was definitely the author of the books on the website, though she didn__ look like the photo her uncle had of her, if she was Clara Hart. She had the same compelling eyes, different color, but they got his attention, grabbed hold, and wouldn__ let go.He carried her to her couch and set her down, staying close, his hand still on her arm until she seemed to regain her equilibrium.__he wolf pup was yours,_ she accused, jerking her arm away from him.__olf pup?___eah, wolf pup. Don__ pretend you don__ know about your own wolf pup.__hen all the pieces began to fall into place. Campers. Campfire. Food. Corey, the wolf pup she had to be referring to, hadn__ just found the food like they__ thought. Candice must not have been a wolf until that night.__ou fed him? Corey? His mom wondered why he smelled of beef jerky that night. We thought he__ found some at the campsite. Don__ tell me_he bit you.