After all their years of friendship, and by God, love, why hadn’t she trusted him enough to speak of what troubled her for so long?
If she had let him speak and not jumped to conclusions, he could’ve eased her fears with a simple explanation. Once they’d completed their mate bond, the situation would more than likely remedy itself. No doubt the gene was there inside her, just dormant. Much like his aunt’s Wolf had been before she’d mated.
Even if she never shifted a day in her life, he couldn’t care less. It didn’t change the fact he loved her, would do any damn thing in his power for her. He’d stand by her side, and they’d weather any storm together. Something she obviously had trouble comprehending. Damn stubborn woman.
He was going to have to chase after her yet again. By God, when he caught her, he wasn’t letting her go this time.
Stephen didn’t bother dressing. Instead, he stomped out of the bedroom, rushed down the stairs, and strode outside, slamming the door Kate left open behind him. He yielded to the insistent urging of his Wolf and shifted.
Determination flowed through his blood, the thrill of the hunt exciting him. Sniffing the air, he caught his mate’s scent easily. He jumped from the porch and set off at a steady clip, following after her trail.
He pressed his legs as hard as he could, his heart pounding in motion with the pads of his paws. His nails tore into the earth, spraying dirt and grass behind him. Steering a clear path, he bounded around trees and lunged over any obstacle in his way.
The chilled wind brushed through Stephen’s fur and glided over his spine. Branches nipped at his muzzle and poked at his sides, but it scarcely mattered. His sole focus was finding Kate.
Predawn light crept through the tree branches overhead when he slowed to a trot. He came to a stop at the edge of the creek midway between his and Kate’s properties where her scent was strong. His tongue lolled to the side while he panted to quiet his hammering heart. Wading into the shallow water, he glanced down at the faint image of his wolfish reflection.
Stephen sighed, the sound resembling a lower-bellied rumble.
When he found Kate, he planned to haul her back to his house for a long chat. If she argued, then he’d simply turn her over his knee and spank her gorgeous ass into submission.
The thought of Kate all bare-assed and pink prompted his tail to sway back and forth. Not a bad idea at all.
The two of them could have their talk. He’d reassure her he was in it for the long haul with her. Perhaps he could explain how dormant Wolf genes worked while he made her breakfast. Then maybe—
Stephen’s hackles rose. He lifted his head and surveyed the surrounding woods. Not a single sound pricked his ears. An eerie silence blanketed the area, which unnerved him.
Something wasn’t right.
Animal intuition screamed at him to retreat and evade. He sank his claws into the sandy rock bottom beneath the water while his leg muscles tensed, preparing to spring from the creek. A faint whistle drew his notice, and he tracked the noise, a mistake that cost him as he lowered into a pouncing stance. A dart slammed into his hindquarter, the force dropping his lower half into the water, and he released a high-pitched yip.
Stephen rose on his four paws, but his limbs grew lax. He glanced at his hind leg and the shiny metal protruding from his hip. All at once, everything shifted out of focus. His heartbeat slowed to a sluggish thump. On shaky legs, he dragged himself to the edge of the creek and sprawled on his belly.
Footsteps vibrated the ground. Droplets of water sprayed his muzzle as the motion drew closer. Stephen’s gaze flew upward and centered on one of the men from the night before. Standing over him, the bastard aimed a rifle at Stephen’s head.
An ominous grin spread across the hunter’s face. “I had a feeling you and I’d be seeing each other again.”
Then he squeezed the trigger.
A second dart punctured Stephen’s shoulder, and his head dropped like a stone on the gravel bank. His bleary gaze landed on Kate’s terrified face hidden in the bushes before he passed out.
Chapter Seven
Kate bit her fist to keep from shouting. Concealed from sight, she sat in absolute silence and looked on as the human grabbed a walkie-talkie from his belt and held it to his mouth.
“Meet me along the stream we found yesterday. I’ve got one thing we came for.”
“Be there in ten.” The static reply ratcheted Kate’s fear to a whole new level.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Once she’d spotted Stephen approaching the stream, she’d ducked behind a tree, delaying the inevitable. He would’ve located her. How could he not? He could easily sniff out her scent. But the last thing she’d expected was the human men they’d encountered the night before to show up.