When Stephanie shifts into wolf form for the first time on live TV, she flees to the one man who can protect her from were-hunters, Micah Salway. As attracted as she’d been to him four years ago when they’d met, she’d run scared at the changes he awakened in her after just one kiss. Was it possible he’d turned her into a werewolf? More
When Stephanie shifts into wolf form for the first time on live TV, she flees to the one man who can protect her from were-hunters, Micah Salway. As attracted as she’d been to him four years ago when they’d met, she’d run scared at the changes he awakened in her after just one kiss. Was it possible he’d turned her into a werewolf?
Micah can hide Stephanie in the caves known as Devil’s Promenade, but the dangers there are worse than facing down the hunter. His choices are few when faced with keeping Stephanie alive: fight the hunter alone or kiss the asses of his former pack-mates and ask for help. His wolf had claimed her the night they met. There was no way he would lose her again.
Renegade Wolf Excerpt
He smelled fear.
Above the odors of sweat, arousal and beer, the bitter tang of fear was undeniable. Micah couldn’t identify the source, but someone inside the Rusty Bucket was afraid of something. The usual Saturday night crowd filled the bar, along with a face or two he didn’t recognize. As he glanced around, he saw nothing to explain the fear. No one showed any signs of confrontation or agitation.
His gaze kept returning to one spot, but it had nothing to do with what he sensed. He couldn’t take his eyes off the redhead sitting two tables over laughing at something her companion said. Micah watched her face, wondering at the level of connection between her and the man. Was she interested? Already attached?
Kane’s voice brought him back to his own table. “Are you going to follow through this time?”
“What are you talking about?”
His friend tipped his head in the girl’s direction.
“Follow through on what? I was only looking.” Micah took a swig of his beer and let the bottle hang loosely in his grip.
Enya, the tiny black-haired nymph, laughed and snuggled closer to Kane. “Hey, even I recognize that spark. It couldn’t hurt to talk to her.”
He wasn’t looking for a new woman, but couldn’t deny the tug he felt toward the redhead. Enya was right. Talk to the girl, confirm she wasn’t for him, and let it go.
Micah tried not to look again, but he saw the young woman stand and reach for her purse. Her friend was already gone. When she turned toward the exit, Micah stood. “I’ll be back.”
He shut out whatever smartass remarks his friends offered and focused on the wavy red hair weaving through the packed crowd. She reached the door only a moment before he did.
Outside, in the light from the lamps near the door, he saw her at the end of the building talking to two men who looked a bit unsteady on their feet, their backs to him. He waited and watched. The scent of fear drifted to him on the breeze and he now knew its source. The woman was afraid of something.
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