Free The Wolf's Forbidden Baby: A Paranormal Pregnancy Romance by Ellie Valentina Page A

joined their numbers. His chest swelled.
    “Yes, not too far, and not toward the mountains.” Both wolf and coyote packs roamed there.
    It took some time to find a possible location, and then they set off. Every four or five days they set out for a new place, not wanting to grow too comfortable. Other than a minor spat, the two species were living together rather well.
    Two weeks after they left the abandoned store, a storm came upon them. Their line of four cars halted on the shoulder, the rain gushing in such a downpour that visibility was impossible, even with high beams on. Devan shifted his eyes to his wolf’s, but that did not help much either.
    Devan, and Kyla and the wolves, had healed during this stretch, but his shoulder had forecasted the storm. He rotated his shoulder a few times. “I’m going to take a look at the road.”
    “There’s no need.” Kyla shook her head. “We’ll just wait it out.”
    He gnashed his teeth. Sitting here, waiting… It made him anxious. “You wait here.” A quick kiss and he climbed out.
    Something hard slammed into his shoulder. He hadn’t even the time to close the door behind him before the attack. On impulse, he shifted. If the assailant was human, he would have to figure something out, but as soon as he claimed his wolf snout, he knew his foe was a wolf.
    And not just any wolf, but Warrick.
    Lightning flashed, illuminating the hatred in Warrick’s orange eyes. He stood on two legs and swatted.
    Devan jumped to the side and howled. Doors slammed, but the answering howls were cut off by a crash of thunder. The storm worsened around them as wolves and coyotes fought wolves. All Devan could hope was that none of his pack attacked each other by mistake because of the storm. Although he wished Kyla would sit the fight out, he knew she wouldn’t. Besides, if Warrick had followed them all the way to Minnesota, he may have already learned about Kyla and her true nature. And if he hadn’t, he would learn now.
    Thinking of her fueled Devan, and he attacked Warrick with a wild savagery. Blood filled his mouth—his or his brother’s? He wasn’t certain. All he knew was that the rain pounded him as much as his brother rained blows on him, and he gave as much if not more than he received. A ball of fur and claws and teeth, he launched at his brother again and again.
    Another howl sounded in the wild of the nighttime storm. This one made Devan’s hackle rise in a new level of fear.
    He recognized that howl. Once before he had heard it.
    It belonged to Kyla’s father. And he sounded close, very close.
    Devan barely had time to block a blow from his brother when Kyla’s father launched on top of him.

THE FINAL CHAPTER
     
    In the chaos, rain and wind swirling around them, soaking them, beating them down, coyotes and wolves attacked coyotes and wolves. Their mixed-breed pack was taking on two packs simultaneously. Her father had brought along everyone this time, and from the sheer number of wolves, Kyla had to guess Devan’s brother had done the same.
    But—she dodged out of the way of fangs—she noticed some of the other wolves were fighting against her father’s coyotes. Maybe because of the confusion of the darkness and the storm, or maybe just because the two species hated each other that much. In any case, she hoped that would help their pack some, because they needed all the help they could get.
    Someone brushed against her, and she stiffened. One of her and Devan’s wolves. He nodded to her, and, incredibly, she relaxed. Trust. She trusted not only Devan, but his wolves too. When had that happened? It didn’t matter. Her focus had to remain on staying alive and surviving the night until the sun rose. And then all day tomorrow and the next night and so on until the baby came and even beyond that. Her life, Devan’s, their baby’s… that’s what she had to live for, to fight for.
    To die for.
    That her father had found her, that they had launched their attack on