She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out her revolver. She hadn’t been to the shooting range in a while, but she was pretty confident she could hit her target in close quarters.
She hurried down the hallway and down the stairs, wishing she were wearing something a little more intimidating. She was wearing her usual her pink bunny print pajamas. And her bunny slippers. Now, there was a sight to make a burglar’s blood run cold.
When she got to the kitchen, she realized that it didn’t matter what she was wearing – she was screwed.
Two giant wolves were prowling through her kitchen. They were twice the size of normal wolves. Huge, bristling with anger, eyes glowing gold, black lips curled back in rage.
Slowly, they both turned to look at her, and one of them crouched down low, haunches quivering.
She fell back with a shriek, and forced herself to point her gun at the one that was crouching.
She fired, hand shaking – and missed. It raced across the room towards her, paws scrabbling on the slick laminate wood floor, and she slammed the kitchen door shut. Its enormous body thudded into the door so hard that the house shook and the door splintered.
The wolves in the kitchen seemed to be fighting. As she stumbled towards the stairwell, she heard furious howls, and then a yelp. She heard a short succession of yips and howls, and then a thud.
Then the door crashed down – right off its hinges. An enormous wolf climbed over the splintered remains of the door and stalked into the hallway, and she gasped and fell back against the wall. The wolf’s jaws were dripping with blood. She was paralyzed with fright. Her hands felt numb. She struggled to raise the gun and point it, but she knew it would be too late.
Instead of attacking, though, the wolf shuddered and rippled, and the fur began melting back into its skin, and within less than a minute, it had turned into Knox.
Knox was stark naked. Heather gasped and looked away, but not before she saw his enormous cock dangling from a thatch of dark curls. Dear God. Could that thing even fit inside her?
Why was she thinking that?
“Heather,” Knox growled. “Where is she?”
“Where is who?” Damned if she was going to make this easy on him.
“Never mind,” he grumbled. “I’ll go find her myself.”
He ran up the stairs past her, and she heard doors banging open. There were only two bedrooms in the house, both upstairs. She heard him howl in frustration when he didn’t find what he was looking for.
He thundered downstairs. “Where did she go?” he asked.
She turned and looked at him with big, innocent eyes.
“Where is who?” she said.
Chapter Five
Heather was five feet away from him. Knox struggled to keep his mind on what was happening, but all he could think was – she’s here. And she knows what I am. And she’s not screaming or running away.
But she was still clutching her pistol so tight her knuckles were white.
“Are you planning on shooting me, Miss Heather?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“Jury’s still out. What happened to that other wolf?” she asked.
Ah, yes, Norbert, who was a member of Kevin’s pack, had found out that Knox was coming to Heather’s house, and insisted on coming along. Kevin was, fortunately, about an hour away, or he’d have insisted on coming too, and that would have been a giant clusterfuck. If Kevin had attacked Heather, Knox would have killed him, and then every pack in the Northeast would have been gunning for Knox – and for his pack, as punishment.
“I told you if anyone tried to hurt you I’d kill them,” he growled. “I don’t lie.”
“Oh. But…he came here with you.”
“He comes from another pack. Apparently someone gossiped and told him I was coming here to talk to you, and he insisted that I bring him here. It was better to have him here with me than let him come by later and try to talk to you alone. I figured he might try something like this.”
She walked past him into the kitchen and looked down at Norbert’s body, now limp, eyes open and staring at nothing. Blood leaked from the enormous gash in his throat and spread across the laminate floor in a dark, thick pool.
He heaved a sigh. “I’ve got extra clothes in my truck and my cell phone is there too. I’ve got to call someone to come take care of this.” He inclined his head at Norbert.
Then he looked at her. “How long has she been gone?”
“Who?” The wide-eyed innocent look again.
“Come on, Heather. You know I’m a wolf. I can scent where she’s been. She was staying in your guest room. Please don’t lie to me.”
Heather glanced at Norbert and raised an eyebrow. “That’s one of the guys who was after her? A man who was going to kill me seconds after he laid eyes on me? No wonder she’s terrified. And I don’t know how long she’s been gone. That’s not a lie.”