Lycan Contempt by S. Yule (reading fiction TXT) 📕

his neck. They must be talking about the house about an hour west of his place. He fired Baby up before snorting.

“Idiots,” he muttered. How could they have left a woman by herself in the middle of nowhere during a snowstorm?

About a third of the way home, he realized that he should have warned the two out-of-towners about the storm because there was no way in hel they were getting back up here without a four-wheel drive today. Baby was even struggling a bit. The wind beat at the sides of the truck, and the snow was nearly too thick to see through. It was going to be a bad one.

Three hours later, Kish was home and had eaten a huge steak, but unease had settled hard in his gut.

Fuck. There goes the evening. After cleaning the kitchen, he knew he couldn’t delay the inevitable any longer. He had to check on the woman who’d most likely been stranded by her two briliant boyfriends.

Boyfriends? Could it be? Maybe they’d al come up for an orgy. He laughed at his overactive imagination.

Even Baby was going to be chalenging to drive in this shit. He could get to her in half the time by cutting through the forest in wolf form, but if the woman was in distress, he couldn’t very wel carry her out on his back. He shrugged into his coat and made his way out to the garage. The snow was stil coming down at an alarming rate and was over three feet deep now.

As he fired Baby up, he realized this was one time he was not looking forward to driving her.

Chapter Five

Georgia nervously tapped her fingers on the coffee table. The boys should have been back by now. She was worried something had happened to them, especialy after realizing the severity of the snowstorm. She hadn’t known it had been snowing until she stepped out of the warmth of the house onto the freezing porch. When she’d felt the snow pelting her face, she’d eased to the two stairs that led down to ground and was startled to find the snow was already nearing the top of the porch.

She’d tried to cal Henry and Joey several times, but as predicted, her phone had no signal. It had been a little over four hours since they’d left. She tried to rationalize that it would take them longer in the storm, but logic told her that they’d never make it back without four-wheel drive. She sighed when she remembered back two years when the boys had bought the SUV. Henry had wanted to get four-wheel drive, but Joey had insisted they didn’t need it and preferred to save the extra money it would cost to get it.

Henry would never let Joey live this one down.

Hel, she might not either, except Joey had probably been right. Under normal circumstances, they would have never needed four-wheel drive. How was he supposed to know that the three of them would one day out of the blue take a trip to Frank’s cabin and get caught in a blizzard?

Her stomach growled and reminded her that she hadn’t eaten anything al day. She wasn’t a big breakfast eater, and by the time she’d decided to take a break from listening to her book, hours had slipped by her without notice so engrossed she’d been in the mystery being unwoven. She made her way to the kitchen and scrounged through the cans.

The good thing about canned goods was that they lasted forever. The bad? She had no idea what was in any of them.

She blew out a breath in frustration and decided to rummage through the fridge. It turned out to be a lost cause, which didn’t surprise her. No one kept a fridge stocked in a vacation house.

“Okay. Let’s do this then.” She found a can opener and opened can number one. She nearly gagged when she sniffed at it. “Yuck. I hate olives.”

Can number three turned out to be the winner.

Oranges. She could handle that. She also found a box of oatmeal and heated some clean water in the coffeemaker. Soon she was settled at the kitchen table with a bowl of hot oatmeal and oranges in another. It wasn’t the best meal she’d ever had, but it was far from the worst, and it was filing.

After she ate and cleaned up her mess, she figured it was time to let Lucy go out and do her business once again. She hated the thought of going out in the storm, but there was no helping it. She bundled her coat around her and zipped it up to her chin.

“Lucy, come.” She immediately obeyed as usual, even though Georgia knew her paw had to be sore.

“Let’s get this over with, girl. Then I’l get you cleaned up and bandaged again.” When she opened the door, the bluster of cold air stole the breath from her lungs. “Good grief. It’s freezing.”

She gave Lucy the command to do her business and felt bad for the dog for having to go into the deep snow, which would likely reach her bely or further. A couple minutes later, Georgia turned her head to the side and listened. She smiled when she heard the distant hum of an engine.

“Wel, wel. The boys finaly made it back.”

A couple more minutes and Lucy was back on the porch with Georgia, but Georgia now frowned. The engine did not sound like Henry and Joey’s SUV, and as it came closer, she was certain it was not the boys.

“Inside, Lucy.” Whoever it was, she did not want to be caught outside with someone in the middle of nowhere that she did not know. She at least wanted a solid door between her and her unknown visitor.

Georgia locked the door, shrugged out of her coat, and hung it beside the door. The vehicle came closer and closer until it was right outside. She wasn’t normaly a nervous ninny, but right about now, she