Free Wolf and Prejudice (The Alaska Princesses Trilogy, Book 2) by Theodora Taylor

eyewitness, who happened to be in the room at the time, said it was a very touching scene to see the Viking meet his son for the first time.
    Then, reportedly, Chloe Adams drove into Denver to pick up two period costumes, one for an adult and one for an infant, which she paid for in cash. Shortly after that, all three family members disappeared, never to be seen or heard from again.
    And this report would be a whole lot longer if Rafe Nightwolf wasn’t such a selfish, entitled, jerky douchebag!!!!!!!
    Alisha punched this last sentence in with particular force, before letting her head drop into her hands. Her recent visit to Wolf Springs had been such a bust. She couldn’t believe Rafe kicked her out of Colorado.
    And that new sheriff of his was even worse than the one who had prevented Chloe from leaving Wolf Springs. The burly blond had not only handcuffed her, but had also ignored every single one her questions as he drove her to the airport in the back of his gigantic truck like a prisoner.
    At least she’d thought he was ignoring her questions. When they’d gotten to the ticket counter, he’d pulled out a smart phone and showed it to the clerk dressed in a smart blue blazer with “Alaska Way Airlines” embroidered across the front pocket.
    “One first class ticket to Juneau coming up,” the attendant said, and just a few minutes later, she handed the sheriff an envelope with two paper tickets—a non-stop to Fairbanks and a puddle-jumper to Juneau. She didn’t even ask to see Alisha’s ID.
    “Are you deaf?” Alisha asked as he escorted her through security still handcuffed. “Mute?”
    But this time he really must have been ignoring her, because he didn’t answer. And he didn’t let her out of the cuffs until he’d deposited her into a seat in the first class section. He handed her the envelope with the tickets in it and typed something into his phone, which he turned around to show to her:
    “Don’t come back.” Then he left without so much as a wave good-bye.
    If Alisha hadn’t been so furious, it would have been humiliating. But she’d refused to let embarrassment creep in, and had instead used her impotent rage to fuel six hours worth of note taking on her flight back to Alaska. If Rafe thought a little banishment would be enough to make her abandon her book project, he had another thing coming.
    Now she was back in her office typing up a very rough draft of what little of Chloe’s story she’d been able to piece together with the help of Rafe’s father. It wasn’t much, she’d discovered upon setting the whole thing down on paper. There were still so many questions left unanswered… but then she thought about the USB copy of the contents of Chloe’s desktop, which she’d managed to swipe and slip into her purse before getting hauled out of Colorado. With whatever notes Chloe left behind and her access to the Alaska Archives, hopefully she’d be able to piece together enough material to write her book.
    A knock sounded on her office door, interrupting her book-plotting thoughts. But she smiled when Matt poked his head in.
    “You busy?” he asked.
    She gave him a friendly smile. “I can make myself un-busy. What’s up?”
    He edged himself into one of her guest chairs. “Well, I have some good news and some bad news and some possibly good news.”
    Before she could ask to hear the bad news first he said. “The good news is I think I might have found those diaries you asked me to keep a look out for.”
    Ever since receiving Professor Henley’s call, she had all but abandoned her research on she-wolves in post-colonial Alaska and started putting most of her time and energy into finding out as much about the Viking wolves as she possibly could. She’d asked Matt to look for a few things for her, including the diaries of an Arab diplomat named Ibn Fadlan.
    According to the annals of history, he’d traveled around Norway, meeting a host of Vikings, and journaling his experiences. But