Amanda's Wolves(28)

She couldn’t see him now in the shadows. He could see her fine even through the distance between them and the darkness. But his eyes were those of a wolf. Even in human form he saw far better than average.

He felt Sawyer at his back, following. “You sure about this? What if she leaves?”

“She won’t.” He couldn’t explain how he knew it, but he did. When he glanced at Sawyer as he pulled off his boots, he found the man hesitating before he finally scowled and pulled his shirt over his head.

“I hope you don’t get us killed before we’ve had a chance to claim our mate. That would really suck,” he grumbled.

Logan chuckled. “I didn’t say we were going to start up a wood chipper and dance on the entrance plank. I simply want to wander around on the cleared ground and see if we feel anything.”

“Do you mean see anything? Because I gotta say, the idea of confronting one of those spirit things makes my skin crawl. I don’t care if my sisters, my mother, and my grandmother can all approach them with ease, the darn things make me nervous.”

“Scared?” Logan teased.

“Hardly.” Sawyer pulled off the rest of his clothes and dropped to all fours along Logan to shift.

Seconds later, they crept around the corner of the porch as Logan took a last glance at their mate. She sat with her head down, playing in the dirt between her legs. He wanted to run to her and tuck his head under that hand so it rubbed against his fur instead of the ground, but he jerked his head the other direction and bounded off the porch into the night.

It didn’t take long to reach the logging site. It truly was about a mile to the northwest from their land at the edge of the reservation. He slowed as he approached. Although he could see fine, he was glad for the nearly full moon that illuminated the entire area.

“Looks normal to me,” Sawyer communicated. “Can we go back now?”

Logan ignored him, coming to a stop and then trotting slowly onto the cleared territory. He had the same sensation he’d had the first time he’d come upon the space, his hackles rising more with every step. “You feel that?”

“Feel what?”

Logan ignored Sawyer again, keeping his ears raised and his nostrils open. He breathed in, inhaling the scents, hoping something he could smell or hear or see would give him answers. What the hell was happening here? It was as if the land was pissed. Did that even make sense?

Sawyer stopped pestering him, his silence telling Logan he felt the same vibe.

When they reached the center, Logan spun slowly around, scanning the area. He couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, and yet he felt as if he were being watched. There was no scent of human strong enough to imply anyone was currently at the site. Nothing but the smell of recently felled trees. Far too many of them if he had to guess.

And then he stopped, staring straight ahead, knowing instinctively he was about to face the spirit at any moment. While he stood perfectly still, breathing shallowly to avoid disturbing the possible apparition, it coalesced in front of him, just yards away.

“Shit,” Sawyer muttered into his head. He inched closer until he stood next to Logan.

Oddly enough, the black hazy figure seemed to turn slowly to face away from them and then moved toward the north, hovering over the ground, pulling Logan along behind as if in a trance.

He followed, Sawyer at his side, caught up in the same pull of Nature. When they reached the edge of the cleared land, the figure stopped next to a small shed. It lowered closer to the brush and then rose higher above their heads. The vibe Logan felt wafting from the apparition was one of extreme danger. Aggravation. As if it wanted to tell them something but lacked the words.

It shimmered. If it thought it was frustrated, Logan had news…

And then it poofed out of existence as fast as it appeared.

Logan stared at the blank space next to a tree stump that indicated no evidence anything out of the ordinary had occurred.

“Fuck me,” Sawyer finally communicated. “Can’t really ignore that. What do you suppose it wants?”

“I don’t know, but it was definitely pissed.”

“That’s an understatement.”





Chapter Nine


Hands trailed up her body, pushing her tank top over her breasts until it bunched up above them.

She arched her neck as palms landed on her full breasts, molding them. Thumbs flicked over her nipples, making her inhale sharply.

She spread her legs open wide as one hand trailed down to cup her sex between her legs. She moaned, digging her heels into the mattress and lifting her butt off the bed.

Her panties were soaked. When a finger tugged them aside and slid between her folds, she nearly came undone.