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  He grabbed his cell phone again when he reached the upstairs spare bedroom only to find it empty of any of Trudy’s things.

  “Why didn’t you tell me Trudy moved out?” he barked into his phone the second John Campbell answered.

  “She moved into Polly Marshall’s bed and breakfast a couple days ago. Margo has attached herself to Trudy. We’re keeping a close eye on her for you.” Although John also sounded tired, he detected a bit of amusement in the werewolf’s tone.

  “How close of an eye are you keeping on her?” The thought of Trudy screaming with pleasure for anyone other than him got his dander up.

  John laughed. “Not that close. Although I think Margo has tried a time or two.”

  Margo was a damned nymphomaniac. John seemed to enjoy that quality about her which was all that mattered. But still, he didn’t want the bitch messing with Trudy. Well, maybe if he was there to watch. Otherwise, he didn’t want anyone touching her. All they were supposed to do was ensure her safety.

  “Where are you now?” He really wanted to know where Trudy was, and to go see her. Maybe if he could see that she was okay he would be able to focus on matters better.

  “We’re over here at the Simpson place. I’ve got a couple of terrified humans locked up in one of the bedrooms. The smell is nauseating. They aren’t talking though. Your help would be appreciated.”

  Adam growled. The situation had escalated beyond his comfort zone. Humans being kept in a den. What would happen next?

  “I’m on my way over.” He took another look around the vacated bedroom. “Where is Trudy now?”

  It bothered him knowing Trudy was out and about with Margo. The woman might be queen bitch, with duties to perform, but Trudy would do better by his side, where he knew she would be safe.

  Back in his car—he was beginning to think he lived in the damned thing—he headed into town to meet John. After a minute he realized he was looking twice at every car that resembled Margo’s. Trudy would be with her, and he needed to see her. Granted, he couldn’t wait to sink his cock into that tight pussy again. Feeling her soft skin against his, her breath tickling his senses, all of that had his heart pounding. More than anything the sound of her crying out his name, knowing that he was the one who could please her like no other werewolf would ever be able to, had his blood rushing through him. He needed to remind her how well he could fuck her.

  This young bitch, a widowed werewolf, had strolled into his life and turned everything upside down. None of it made any sense to him. Stopping at a red light, he watched a group of human teenagers stroll across the street. They should be in school. If humans spent more time focusing on improving their own, instead of worrying about werewolves, everyone would be happier.

  And he would be a hell of a lot happier if he could spend his days napping with Trudy instead of talking to humans. Damnit. The woman would not stay out of his thoughts.

  “Find her and fuck her,” he mumbled. Maybe then he could take care of matters at hand.

  The Simpsons had an older home. Trees offered lots of shade for the neighborhood and blocked the houses, making it hard to see addresses. He recognized John’s Honda parked on the street and pulled up behind it. Getting out of his car, he listened to the sounds of the neighborhood, getting a feel for the place, before approaching the house.

  John opened the door for him before he could knock. “I think we’ve made some headway,” he said in form of greeting.

  “Bring me up to date.” Adam glanced at the other werewolves in the living room.

  He didn’t know many of John’s pack but displeasure weighed heavy in the air. Nothing could cover up the smell of the humans though. They were beings with half of a soul, an incomplete creature. The stifled smell of so many emotions kept locked up with no true release was an unpleasant odor. Some werewolves didn’t mind it. And he knew in the past his kind had mingled with humans. But it had never been for him.

  “I think we have a name of one of their leaders. Apparently they claim this human hunts werewolves and pays other humans to bring dead werewolves to him.”

  Adam watched John’s jaw twitch. The werewolf fought for control. Frustrated anger was barely detectable on the man. He’d give him credit for keeping his emotions in check. Unlike these poor humans, John would be able to enjoy a good run later tonight, releasing the unpleasant emotions. But maintaining control when needed was a sign of a good pack leader. And John Campbell was one of the better leaders he’d dealt with.

  “Do you know where this human is?” Adam looked down at the piece of paper John handed him.

  “He isn’t from around here, making him out of my jurisdiction.” John’s expression showed he would love to take the human down himself.

  Adam nodded, taking the piece of paper. “Since this is your territory, I’ll let you decide what to do with the humans.”

  He knew John wouldn’t kill them. It wasn’t in his nature. Just like it wasn’t the nature of most werewolves to take aggressive acts with humans. They were a weaker species. There was no glory in the kill of humans, especially when you couldn’t eat them. That would violate every pack law throughout the world to do such a thing.

  “Looks like I need to pay this human a visit.” He looked at the address, noting it was at least a four-hour drive north of here.

  “Are you leaving town right away?” John followed him to the door.

  He couldn’t leave town before he saw Trudy. He would go nuts if he did. “The sooner this ends, the better for all of us.”

  Walking to his car, he knew he hadn’t answered the pack leader. But then he also guessed John knew he would seek out Trudy.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The night air rippled through Adam’s fur. He tore the ground with extended claws, running as fast and hard as he could. His breath forced through him, pooling around his face like steam from a locomotive train. Nothing stopped him, tall meadow grass flattening in his path. Forcing his speed up the rocky hill did nothing to calm the fire burning within him.

  He couldn’t find Trudy. The Bureau wanted to know why he hadn’t left already to seek out this human werewolf hunter. His day had gone to hell.

  Sensing another werewolf, he turned his head toward the smell. But that was it. If someone wanted to run with him, they better be in damned good shape. He wasn’t in the mood for a lazy stroll under the star-filled sky.

  Raven appeared in the tall grass, running as fast as her smaller frame would allow. Her brown fur, similar to his, made her a blur in the night. But she was breathing loud enough to wake the dead. He gained a small bit of satisfaction in knowing she had to work hard to find and catch up with him. Let her suffer. There wasn’t anything she could tell him right now that would cheer him up.

  Slow down, damnit. She growled at him.

  Get in better shape. If she didn’t like his mood, she could find someone else to run with.

  Raven didn’t complain further, but did her best to keep up. He was sure she had some update. Or maybe she’d been assigned to accompany him when he visited the human. None of it mattered. He wasn’t going to do a damn thing until he burned off some steam. She fell in alongside him, or more like right behind him, not attempting to growl her disdain but keeping quiet. Damn good thing, too.

  A noise caught his attention. Something moved through the prairie grass. All he saw was a white blur, and it was moving faster than he’d ever seen a creature move before.

  Raven turned her head toward the noise—a werewolf, smaller than she was, and as white as the moon. Raven’s hackles went up but she didn’t have time to prepare for the attack.

  Adam jumped to the side to keep the two women from tumbling into him. Snarls and loud growls violated the air. He jumped onto both females while they were rolling around on the ground, separating them with a quick snap of his teeth.

  What the hell is going on here?

  Raven ducked behind him, able to move and growling, so obviously not hurt too much. The petite white werewolf
bared her teeth, prancing defiantly, egging Raven on. Raven would have none of it, not that it surprised or bothered him that she wouldn’t fight over him. She held her head up high, still growling, and then strutted off, leaving him alone with the outraged female by his side.

  And although he’d been taken back for a moment, he knew who had just offered to fight for him. And he was more than willing to claim his prize now that Raven had left them alone. Staring down at Trudy, watching her quick breathing, while her slick coat almost glowed in the darkness, his cock hardened, eager to dive deep inside her.

  Moonlight reflected in her silver eyes, sharp teeth still bared while she focused on Raven’s parting figure. He wasn’t too worried about his assistant. He would catch up with her later. More than likely she would chew his ass over the matter, but she would get over it. What had his heart pounding a mile a minute was that Trudy just challenged Raven because she thought they were running together.

  Mine!

  Primal instincts demanded that he claim the offerings of the winning bitch. Prancing to the side, he would dance the dance of the desired male, while impatiently waiting for her to offer her belly.

  He no longer heard Raven, and obviously neither did Trudy. Her body relaxed, fine tuned muscles moving under her glossy coat. Her expression calmed, the anger floating around her dissipating. But then she turned from him. Wait a minute.

  He moved in closer, reminding her that he was ready and waiting. Surprised, he almost jumped back when she turned on him, snarling and snapping. Once again her teeth bared. She lowered her head, her ears flattening, while she ordered him to stand back.

  She was so close to the ground he could step over her with little effort. But this beautiful white creature now had the nerve to turn and tell him how it was going to be.

  You are the one who just lay claim to me, sweetheart. He kept his rumble low in his throat. There was no reason to scare her.

  Her ears twitched while her silver eyes glared at him. He sensed no fear on her. But what struck him as odd was that if he didn’t know better he would swear he smelled anger on her. No. More than anger. Trudy appeared outraged.

  Lowering his head, giving them a better chance at seeing eye to eye, he moved closer. Trudy darted around him, lunging and snapping at his legs. She almost broke the skin.

  She let out a series of barks, her tone more than harsh. Now the lady had a lot of nerve. He raised his head, letting her know exactly what he thought of her attitude.

  If you think you can make a challenge and then walk away like this, lady…

  She lunged at him. And she didn’t look like she was in the mood to fuck. Damnit. The woman was attacking him now. Had she gone rabid?

  Jumping to the side, he had half a mind to send her rolling, just to remind her of her place. The last thing he would have was her bullying him. She was out of line. After all, hadn’t he been sick with worry about her all damned day long? The woman didn’t account for her whereabouts, and she knew the peril surrounding them right now. Not knowing where she was had distracted him and made it hard to work. He wouldn’t have her yelling at him now.

  Trudy moved faster than he anticipated. Her teeth clamped down on him, scratching his side. A burning sensation ripped through him. Enough was enough.

  Turning on her, he returned the attack. Not enough to hurt her, but enough for her to know he wouldn’t tolerate this behavior.

  She glared at him, jumping out of his way, and stumbling briefly. She recovered quickly, barking a few profanities. Then she turned and ran. Her sleek coat distracted him—shiny and white, he imagined her softer than silk. But she was also quickly disappearing. And he would be damned if she would get out of his sight.

  Lunging after her, he took off at full speed, realizing he needed to apply every bit of muscle he had into his run just to keep her in sight. Damn. The woman was fast.

  Maybe this was her idea of foreplay. Granted, he hadn’t noticed much of a cultural difference in her, but she did come from another country. Her pack might have rituals he hadn’t heard of. More than most, he was an open-minded werewolf. But this might be one of her customs she would have to let go of.

  Where he had run uphill before, now he struggled with his balance while moving as quickly as he could down the hill. Trudy seemed to have no problem flying down the countryside. She was almost out of sight. He’d never known a werewolf who could outrun him before.

  Thoughts of fucking her tight pussy faded. Frustration took over. Not only were they headed in the wrong direction that he needed to go, she was losing him. And he did not like to lose.

  He smelled danger before he heard it. Gunfire ripped through the air. The smell of humans clogged his senses. His muscles tightened painfully while he reigned in his gait. Slowing to a cautious stroll, he moved silently through the night, sniffing the air. Humans were ahead of him, and there were a fair amount of them.

  Worse yet, someone had fired a gun. If Trudy was hurt, none of them would live through the night.

  She almost ran into him before he saw her. White fur tumbled forward, barely stopping in time before they collided. Her growling whimpers showed her fear. Well at least she wasn’t hurt, and she had enough sense to know to return to his side when she smelled danger.

  More gunfire riveted through the air. Trudy pressed against him. They could hear humans running toward them. Their excited shouts making their mission clear.

  “Werewolves! They are over here!”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Humans closed in around them but the creatures didn’t have much sense. They were making enough noise to alert every night creature within a mile radius. Turning into Trudy, he hoped she hadn’t worn herself out.

  Move. Now!

  There was no reason to play with these humans. They would shoot up a storm, possibly hit one of them, but more than likely kill some innocent animals and possibly one of their own.

  Trudy didn’t need any encouragement to run with him away from the humans. He didn’t want her to think he ran from danger. But hopefully she realized he would see to her safety first. She didn’t slow, but stayed by his side, all the way to his home.

  Allowing the change to take over, he pushed the numbers on the security pad next to his front door. She stood naked behind him, her expression wide-eyed, showing her terror and confusion.

  “You’re going to freeze standing there.” He stood to the side, in the dark living room, waiting for her to enter.

  She walked slowly past him, turning quickly when he shut the door.

  “Where are we?”

  He moved past her, reaching for the nearest lamp. “Home.”

  “This is your home?” She turned, crossing her arms over those ample breasts, her flat tummy and shaved pussy begging for his touch.

  “Yup.” He would love to give her the tour, fuck her in every room, but matters needed attention.

  He gripped her bare ass, guiding her toward the kitchen, leading her through the dark.

  “Are we safe here?” She was looking around her, worry staining her pretty face.

  There were phone calls to make, but he would give her this minute. Turning her so she faced him, he combed his fingers through her tangled hair. “You are safer here than any other place in the world.”

  She looked so troubled, puzzled, nibbling on her lower lip. He pulled her into his arms, knowing she wouldn’t resist. She needed comfort. More than likely she’d never heard a gunshot before, or been chased like her life depended on it. Most werewolves hadn’t. And if he did his job well, his kind would never know that life.

  Her heart pounded against his chest. Stroking her back, feeling her relax in his arms, he realized how much she needed him. Her nipples were hard little pebbles pressing against his bare chest. The soft warmth of her body rushed through him, making his blood boil.

  Even after running in their fur from Fargo to his home, she still had that sweet smell unique only to her. His cock throbbed, swollen and hard, next to the soft f
lesh in between her hipbones. Running his hand just over the sweet curve of her ass, he pressed her to him, torturing himself with her nearness.

  “I worried about you today.” He believed in honesty between two people, and would let her know his feelings.

  She stiffened, lifting her face to look up at him. “Why would you do that?” Her tone sounded cold, but he understood her confusion. Most werewolves didn’t open up to their mates. And if she would challenge another female for him, she must be looking at him as a possible mate.

  He smiled, wanting more than anything to wipe that worry from her face. Those pouty lips beckoned him and instead of telling her why, he decided to show her.

  Her lips were so moist, so hot. Dipping his tongue into her heat, tasting the sweetness of her mouth, he suddenly felt as awkward as a pup. Her erotic fire scorched his senses, sending fire through his blood and straight to his cock.

  Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he had responsibilities, duties that only he could handle. But Trudy’s kiss rattled his senses, making it impossible to want anything other than to be buried deep inside her. He rationalized that John Campbell would have called him if matters had escalated beyond his control. More than likely, the humans had given up on their chase, and now downed beer at their local hangout, bragging about what didn’t happen.

  Trudy ended the kiss, gasping. Her hot breath tortured his skin.

  He could tell she needed him as much as he needed her. “Come here.”

  Reaching behind him, groping for one of the chairs at the kitchen table, he grabbed it, making it wobble as he turned it around. He could barely focus, every drop of blood seemed to have left his brain and pounded painfully in his cock.

  “I don’t want to…” Her words rode on her gasps.

  He straightened the chair and sat down, reaching for her. She didn’t hesitate but came to him.

  “Yes you do.” He didn’t have time to think about why she would protest. If her fears had consumed her he would calm them later. But her body language clearly stated what she wanted.