After six months of confinement in the kennels with the others, daily training…her lips curved in a wistful smile…and the threat of taking the inconsequential piece of territory he thought of as his in the human world, she’d believed she had him under control.

But now she was beginning to wonder.

“Bader.” She spoke in a normal tone. Even though her servant was elsewhere in the mansion, he would hear her.

Within minutes the old servant shuffled into the room.

“Have you heard from Risk?” she asked in the most casual tone she could muster.

Before he could reply, she stopped him. “Don’t answer. Of course, you haven’t. If you had, you would have told me. Correct?” She raised one elegant brow.

He nodded.

No Risk and no innocent. Luckily she’d planned for such a problem.

“Did you do as I asked?”

Bader’s round eyes blinked back at her.

“Venge, did you send him?”

Another nod.

Lusse relaxed into the velvet comfort of her favorite chair, her ankles crossed delicately on the matching ottoman. Another plan perfectly executed.

Kara stretched out one leg, pointing her toe, then flexing her foot. Fur tickled her inner thigh. Rolling onto her stomach, she buried her face into the soft pelt beneath her.

Fur? Pelt?

She flipped back over and jerked to a sitting position. The white fur covering her dropped to her waist, revealing naked breasts — her naked breasts. She stared stupidly at the white flesh before coming to her senses and yanking the pelt back up to her chin.

Where was she? The room was dark, the only light coming from an oversize rock fireplace. The crackle of the blaze and the smell of wood smoke was ominous rather than reassuring. She spun on her knees, the fur still gathered around her. Peeled-log chairs and a couch sat beside her; behind them she could make out a rock breakfast bar and what appeared to be a kitchen.