Northern Rockies Pack #3
Taelyn: Abandoned by her parents. Raised in the uncaring foster system. Taelyn finds out she isn’t truly human when fear triggers her first shift. Adopted by a pack of gray wolves, she knows she isn’t truly one of them either. When she feels the pull of the mate-bond, her world changes forever.
Dylan: Dylan is more at home in the woods than the city. Working for the Forestry Services, he sets out to catalog the endangered grizzly bear population in the Interior of British Columbia. What he didn’t expect was to find his bond-mate running wild with a pack of gray wolves.
Taming Taelyn is a challenge Dylan is determined to win.
The wolf part of him wanted to claim her, to force her to submit to him. The human part of him knew better. Long gone were the days when a female felt the need to do whatever her mate told her to. The last thing he needed was for his new mate to think he was a jerk who just wanted to dominate her. He wanted a whole lot more from his mate.
He needed to keep his lust in check while he wooed her and convinced her to accept the mate-bond. He’d watched his packmates with their better halves long enough to know that when it came to females, compliments and presents went a whole lot further than issuing orders. It just hadn’t occurred to him that when and if he found his mate, she’d run as far and fast as she could to get away from him.
Not exactly an ego booster.
The little female slowed, glancing back over her shoulder at him. He wanted to think she was making sure he was still there, but he couldn’t shake the niggling doubt that said she was hoping he’d given up.
He lifted his head and let out a gruff bark, acknowledging her attention.
She ignored him, turning her attention to the tree line looming just ahead. She didn’t even slow down, he noted, darting between two towering pines and disappearing into the shadows beyond.
He plunged in behind her. There was no chance he’d lose her with her tantalizing scent strong in his nostrils. He slowed for a moment though, stumbling as his eyes adjusted to the dim light.
In this section of the old-growth coniferous forest, the trees had grown tall and majestic. Their thick upper branches allowed only a thin filter of light to shine through and as a result, there was little undergrowth. Decades of fallen needles cushioned the ground making for soft footing. He lifted his head, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.
There. Off to his right. Although he couldn’t see her, that irresistible scent was strong. And getting stronger. She’d stopped moving away from him. It took a moment for that to register. He moved in her direction. Slowly now, stalking carefully. It was too much to expect she’d suddenly become enamored of his awesome wolf, so her sudden change of tactic made him nervous.
He heard rustling sounds coming from just over the rise, and the realization hit him. She was shifting. Hope welled up inside him. She wanted to talk!
He looked around wildly, spotting a hollow with a few scraggly shrubs. Not much for cover, but it would have to do. Hurrying over, he crouched down and prepared for the change. It came quickly, hurried by the adrenaline still pumping through his system. He lay still for a moment, waiting for the disorientation of the change to subside.
Damn. No clothes. Then again, most werewolves were used to seeing each other in the nude, but convincing a female he’d only just met that his intentions were honorable was going to be difficult given the massive hard-on that he couldn’t control. The fact that clothing didn’t shift along with the wolf could be inconvenient at times like this. Maybe he’d get lucky, and she’d consider it a compliment? He could always hope.
Rising to his feet he strode toward the knoll. And stopped.
She stood on top of the small rise directly in front of him, legs akimbo and hands placed on her hips. She was as naked as he, and magnificent with curves in all the right places, and a shiny mane of dark hair cascading down her back. Even the stormy look on her face didn’t distract from her allure.
Her lips curled in a snarl. “Go away and leave me alone!”
Not exactly a declaration of undying love, but then he hadn’t expected one.
“Not going to happen, darling.” He took a cautious step toward her. “I know you can feel the mate-bond. We’re destined for each other.”
The dark-haired goddess lifted one imperial eyebrow and snorted. “Does that line usually work for you?”
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