" If you want me, come fight me," she suggested with a laugh. "I dare you."

Every Coyote there perked up.

"A thousand on the girl," the leader murmured.

"Shut the fuck up, Dog," Malcolm raged furiously.

"I got your thousand on the prick there. He has muscle where she doesn't." Loki took the bet before turning to the other two. "Mutt, Mongrel? You two in?"

"Thousand on the girl." Gray Eyes took him up on it.

"Thousand on the prick." The last one accepted the bet.

Malcolm was shaking with fury.

Diane smiled in anticipation.

"Knives or fists?" she asked, knowing his strengths as well as his weaknesses.

"You fucking whore," he snarled.

"Take the challenge or walk away," Dog snapped. "We won't take her without the fight."

God love a Coyote's heart and his love of a good challenge or a good bet.

"I win, we walk away," she demanded as she kept her eyes on Malcolm.

Dog's smile was clearly anticipatory, but he nodded easily. "Whip his ass and you walk. He whips yours--you run. How's that?"

Diane gave a sharp, firm nod as she smiled at Malcolm. "It's a bet. "

― Lora Leigh , Lawe's Justice (Breeds, #18; Feline Breeds, #15)