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As a wolf, Brandy found her connection to the earth had grown so much deeper. She frequently felt as if her heart beat in time with everything wild around her. When she stopped to enjoy that bond, Flidae’s voice often whispered in her head.
You have earned my protection, she-wolf.
Brandy wasn’t always sure she wanted the goddess’s attention after seeing what she was capable of, but as long as Flidae was not angry with them, that was probably a good thing.
They continued running, stopping only for a moment when they got to theFor Salesign by Hank Swift’s mailbox. The man had made good on his plan to sell and get the hell out of Canville. Brandy was trying her best to make a deal happen with the university Parker worked at to purchase Hank’s land as a remote campus. Then she wouldn’t have to worry about another grouchy, gun-toting, trap-wielding old man buying the place and endangering her wolves, her family.
Finally they reached Silver Moon Sanctuary and after playing around in wolf form for a little while, they shifted to human and opened the entrance gates. Brandy reached for their clothes, but Reardon ran ahead.
“I think I prefer you without these.” He wiggled the bundle and smiled wickedly.
“Likewise.” She gave him an appraising look. His human form was spectacular. All those muscles. Those green-gold eyes. That dark stubble around his mouth.
That mouth.
She ran to catch up and leaped at him. He dropped the bundle and caught her easily, cradling her against his chest in those strong, protective arms.
“You know the best way to celebrate freedom on the Fourth of July?” she asked as he carried her toward the house.
Reardon shook his head.
“Exercising your right to kiss me all over and make love to me until the sun comes up.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “I think I like this American holiday, my fairy lass.” He dropped a kiss on her lips and set her down so he could open the front door.
Before he got it open, however, a rustling in the woods to their left stopped him.
Brandy looked in that direction. “Probably one of the wolves.”
“Reardon…” A scratchy voice sounded from the darkness.
“Or not.” Brandy got behind Reardon. “Who is that?”
“Show yourself.” Reardon’s voice was full of authority as he nudged her behind him, and an image of him as the fierce Celtic warrior he once was flashed in her mind.
More rustling sounded then a naked man, about Reardon’s size, spilled out of the shadows. He was filthy and bleeding and could barely stand.
Reardon rushed to the man. “Jaemus?”
Check out the Warrior Wolves Series!
Paranormal Romance
Wolf Kiss (Book One)
Wolf Fire (Book Two)
Wolf Vow (Book Three)
Wolf Angel (Book Four)
Wolf Sun (Book Five)
Read on for a peek at Wolf Fire!
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