Free Snowdonia 1 - Wolf at the Door by Sofia Grey Page A

tears, and tried to get her pounding head together.
    Jasper, her current driver, announced that they were heading for an exclusive country hotel some half an hour’s journey away. There was a flask of fresh coffee in the basket next to her and a blanket and pillow too, if she wanted to get some sleep. Bryce sat in the front with him and glanced over at her. “Would you like me to activate the privacy partition, Ms. Hart?”
    She shook her head. Right now she needed the company. “Thanks, it’s fine like this.” She stared out of the window and watched the landscape flying by. She was too stressed to sleep. She wanted Wolfie, wanted to know how he’d gotten out of the cottage and where he might be.
    On an impulse, she leaned forward and caught Bryce’s attention by tapping on his shoulder. “I had a dog with me, and he got out somehow. I think the gutter press scared him off—could you please send someone back to look for him? Once the press have gone, he might come back.”
    Bryce nodded. “Sure. What does he look like?”
    “Big, lots of dark fur. Looks like a wolf.” She remembered the way he curled up next to her on the bed. “Unusual, brilliant blue eyes. I called him Wolfie.” I invented a gorgeous guy with the same eyes and called him Jake, but you won’t find him.
    *
    Jake stared in disbelief as his Mate was driven away. It felt as though his heart was being torn from his chest. The realization that he didn’t know how to find her made him rock on his heels. Why hadn’t he shifted back to wolf form? He was such a fucking idiot.
    It was only as he reached Sasha’s car that he remembered the media vultures, currently packing up and leaving around him. He turned back and went to see who was left. One smartly suited young woman was bitching at another guy as he packed away some expensive-looking cameras. Jake took a deep breath, manufactured a polite smile, and walked up to join them.
    The woman’s eyes opened wide when she saw him, and he seethed as her focus swept up and down, before settling on his face. Her smile reminded him of a piranha. “Hello, handsome. What outfit are you with?”
    He kept his face impassive. “Nobody you know. I wondered what was going on here. Why all the photographers and reporters?”
    She gave a short, surprised laugh. “Ella Hart has been staying here, sweetie. Are you a local? Do you know where she’s gone?” She stepped closer and placed a hand on his sleeve. “I could make it worth your while,” she purred. “In more ways than one.”
    He peeled her fingers from his arm and gave her a venomous glare. “I’m trying to find her.”
    “Join the club,” the woman snapped back. “If you hear anything, call me.” She held up a business card. “Whatever the others offer you, I’ll pay you double—as long as it’s exclusive.”
    “Forget it. I’m not for sale.” Jake made his way back to the car. Ella Hart . The name was familiar from somewhere, and not just the tabloid headlines he’d seen when making the fire. Damned if he knew.
    The solution was so simple when Jake thought about it. She had to come back for her car. The same car that Sasha was fixing and taking back to Jake’s place. He sat in the Subaru and thought rapidly. As well as carrying a cache of spare clothes in their cars, shifters usually carried a spare cell phone. When he rummaged through the glove box, he found one and called his cousin immediately.
    “Not content with taking my car and my boots, you’re now hogging my spare phone?” Sash sounded suitably annoyed. “Oh yeah, and you abandoned me. I think you owe me big time, Cuz.”
    “I need your help again, Sash.”

    Chapter 23
    Jake knew that for all his grumbling, Sash would be there for him. They were Pack. Cousins by family, blood brothers in every way that mattered. He sat and waited in the Subaru, impatient for his cousin to arrive. Almost an hour later, he saw his Mate’s VW pull up and park neatly in front of the