Charmed Wolf by Aimee Easterling (best ereader for pdf TXT) 📕

more perilous. “But,” she continued, “it doesn’t matter. We’re almost there.”

She was right. The sign for the park had just come into view through the windshield and I could now make out Rune’s vehicle, the only one in the lot. Still, it was something less tangible that had alerted me to his proximity. An odd throbbing in my throat....

My hand rose to cover the wound Rune had created, expecting blood to have burst through young scab tissue. But my fingers came away dry.

“If we skewer the fae,” Lupe continued, speaking to me this time, “your pack mate will be released. There are swords behind you. Take your pick.”

I unfastened my seat belt but didn’t go hunting for the swords she’d mentioned. I already had my own knives. Plus—“If the fae drag Kale into Faery before we stop them, he’ll be gone. First priority is getting him back.”

Lupe swung the minivan into the lot rather than answering, silence settling between us like an unwanted serving of a not-very-good dinner. And while she didn’t tell me what to do again, she didn’t have to. Without her permission, I found I couldn’t so much as wiggle my feet.

Ryder was the one who broke our impasse. “No fighting please, ladies. Unless you’re naked. I could film that and make big bucks.”

“For once,” Lupe growled, “try to take your job seriously.”

“Why,” Ryder countered, “when you have enough serious for twenty wolves?”

My body had frozen while Lupe focused on me, but Ryder’s teasing was enough to release her attention. And I took the opportunity. Opening the door before the van had stopped moving, I leapt out.

“One of us will have to shift and smell for him,” Lupe observed rather than freezing me a second time. “The lot is empty. No one will see us.”

But I knew without sniffing that Rune was off to my right. Knew from the throbbing in my throat and the urge to travel in that direction.

Without waiting for Lupe and Ryder, I broke into a run.

THIS WASN’T A CITY park but rather an extended acreage of unused woodland that had been set aside for hikers and mountain bikers. Branches whipped across my face as I cut across country and I couldn’t quite imagine Ryder managing to traverse the same landscape on two wheels.

But the roar of motorcycle was back there. It didn’t catch up, but it didn’t splutter to a halt either. I suspected Lupe must have stripped and shifted, trusting her nose more than whatever instinct was guiding me. Good. I needed to be the one to reach Kale first.

And I would, with the ache in my throat as a compass. Turning toward the shadow a hillside cast on the forest to one side of me, the wound from Rune’s bite panged. Turning toward the sun, it not only eased but warmed. My mouth filled with persimmon. As if Rune was once again nuzzling my throat....

Tamping down the seductive memory, I travelled in the direction of warmth. Sprinted flat out, leaping over downed tree trunks nearly as easily as if I’d been lupine. The necessity of helping Kale drove me while instinct guided me. There was a clearing up ahead and I thought I might just recognize one particular gnarled treetop from Rune’s photo....

Then an arm came out of nowhere and yanked me off my stride.

Off my stride and into the darkness of a hollowed-out tree trunk. I didn’t struggle, though. Why struggle when persimmon now filled the air as well as my mouth?

For a moment, I could see nothing. Just darkness that lent my other senses more power. I was tucked into something warm, both hard and soft like velvet over iron. For the first time in longer than I could remember, I fully relaxed.

Then my wolf rose and expanded my pupils. The velvet-covered iron was just who I thought it was. Rune.

“Lupe and Ryder?” he murmured, his breath against my ear soft as butterfly wings.

“Right behind me,” I answered just as quietly. “Kale?”

“Stopped up ahead five minutes ago. He seems to be waiting for something.”

For something or for someone?

The warmth of Rune’s arms was no longer enough to halt the chill coursing through me. Still, I needed to make this man an offer if I wanted his assistance. One that would prevent him from siding with Lupe and putting eradication of fae over Kale’s best interests.

“If you help me get Kale back to the safety of our clan,” I started, “I’ll do everything in my power to help you with the fae problem afterwards.”

I’d expected him to agree. This was what he wanted, right? It was certainly what Lupe wanted and Rune was a Samhain Shifter also.

But Rune pushed me away just far enough so our gazes could make contact. His head was shaking. “No.”

“No?” Had I misunderstood why he asked me to turn off my phone? The iron muscles of his arms abruptly felt like a trap.

“No,” Rune continued. “This isn’t a bargain. I’ll help you now because it’s the right thing to do. No strings attached.”

Chapter 17

I blinked. No strings attached sounded too good to be true. And...I was taking it.

I nodded decisively. “Good. Great. I’m going to call Kale’s name and hope he snaps out of it. If he doesn’t, you tackle him then we’ll figure out how to get him back to your car.”

To his car. Not Lupe’s. If I could help it, I wasn’t riding with Ice Alpha ever again.

And even though she must have been his superior, Rune nodded. He didn’t argue, didn’t try to take over with his own game plan. Just slid out of the tree then curved off the path, skirting the spot where I could now see Kale hunkered down in a grassy opening up ahead.

The scene should have been pastoral. Kid in a sunbeam, light reflecting off pretty blue flowers scattered around him. But as I took the direct route to reach him as quickly as possible, Natalie’s son appeared smaller by