Feral：Devils Point Wolves #4(3)

"What do you mean again?"

He shrugged. "They didn't exactly meet under the best of circumstances. Before he figured out what to do with her he had to detain her somehow."

Brody shook his head. "Let me guess. It didn't work."

"Nope," Creed paused. "I heard she got herself free in less than ten minutes."

"That's my sister. The escape artist."

"Too bad you didn't get that trait. Maybe you wouldn't be making up strange stories to get loose."

"It wasn't all lies,” Brody said. "I did sort of meet a woman during mating season."

"And? Don't leave a brother hanging. Mating season is a kick ass time for us unattached wolves. For some it means finding the elusive true mate. As for the rest of us, we just want to screw every available woman who will have us. "

Brody had to fight the urge to lash out at Creed. As much as he respected the man for his loyalty to the pack and the respect he gave him, he didn't like his mystery woman being lumped in with the conquests he and Sawyer bragged about.

"It wasn't like that. There was—I don't know—something about her scent that made me feel different."

"No shit. Are you serious?"

Brody lifted his shoulders. "Like I said. No big deal."

"Uh huh. Did her scent make you desperate to get close to her? Or did you feel unusually settled when you were around her?"

Yes. It was exactly like that, but he didn't like the direction Creed was headed. He didn't want to talk about their mating crap anymore.

"I wouldn't know. Before I could talk to her I got a text from Allison that she was on the island looking for me. I took cover and by the time I made it back to the beach, the woman was gone."

The other man nodded. "I knew you were bullshitting Allison. She is going to kick your ass."

"Probably. If I ever get out of here that is. Not a whole lot she can do with me in here and her out there." He was really fighting the need to snarl at Creed by this point. The scent of the woman on the beach was making the damned wolf insane, beating at his brain.

"Was anything you said real? Or are you bullshitting me too? I've got a much better nose for lies than your newbie sister."

"I caught her scent again." His words were clipped as the aggression in him rose.

"And you need to get out there, don't you? The wolf is riding your ass to do something and do something quick."

He nodded, gritting his teeth. "How do you know? You aren't mated. Not that I'm putting a lot of stock in that nonsense."

Creed reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. "That's a story for another day." He slid the metal into the cell lock and opened the door.

"Don't make me regret this. If you pull something stupid I will put you down and then I'm going to be really pissed."

Brody failed to see how his logic worked, but he didn't care. The only thing standing between him and freedom was this one shifter. And he was willing to tell him anything he wanted to hear if it meant he got what he wanted.

"You won't regret it. Unless you keep toying with me. Then we'll both have regrets."





Chapter Two





Prue Davis dug her toes into the sand and looked out over the rocky shoreline. A light breeze ruffled her long hair and the salty ocean scent calmed her nerves.

It would be summer soon and she imagined the beach filled with families from all over the country. The Pacific Northwest was idyllic in the summer and it drew people from many states that were desperate to escape the oppressive summer heat.

Not that she blamed them. As far as she was concerned this part of the country suited her perfectly. Her job in Montana had been the perfect position at the right time, but ever since spring break, this island and her research had been calling out to her.

At least that's what she spent half her day convincing herself. It was easier to say that her return trip to Devil's Point Island was all about her life's work versus the cold hard truth.

She'd lost her job and possibly ruined her chances at another. At least as a wildlife biologist. The bitterness that had been eating away at her for the last several weeks roared up and threatened to consume her once again.

It was hard to not feel sorry for herself when her only crime had been being in the wrong place at the wrong time. She closed her eyes at the onslaught of memories. Once upon a time she was on the fast track for a spectacular career under the tutelage of renowned wildlife researcher and longtime professor John Mahoney.

And then he went nuts.

Not a little crazy. He couldn't be like the other nutty professors with their eccentric episodes that could be chalked up to stress. Nope. John took the full-blown psychotic crazy route with the aid of twelve-year scotch.