Free Jett's Wild Wolf (Mystic Wolves 3) by Elle Boon

he’d gotten that close and personal with her. The outfit she’d clothed herself in before walking out of the surrounding forest was pinup style, something she’d never worn in Sturgis or Deadwood.
    “Well that is a shame. At least let me buy you dinner before you go.” He tilted his short cropped blond head in a charming way she knew most women would be dropping their panties for.
    Smiling, she nodded. “That sounds lovely. I have another issue. My purse was stolen, along with all my identification. Will that be a problem? I have another set in my Safety Deposit Box which will remedy it.” She touched his arm, letting her fingers curl around his bicep. The feeling of wrongness entered her from the slight touch.
    He made a motion for her to follow him, and inexplicably she wondered why she couldn’t have fallen for him as he ushered her through the retrieval of her things. Noting the time, and his real want to spend the evening with her, she said all the right things.
    Outside, quiet embraced her as she turned to face him. “I’ll meet you in an hour. Thank you for letting me get my things.” She stared up at him.
    “You’re very welcome. California is a big state. You sure you want to go there?” Blue eyes stared down at her.
    Taryn amended her earlier wish. Something was off about his demeanor. She was glad they weren’t alone, his tall frame seemed to loom over her. Taking a step back, her polite mask in place she nodded.
    She started down the street, her back straight, knowing he watched her the entire way. The storage unit where she kept her purple 57 Chevy truck was at the far end of town. After her last encounter with the Mystic Pack she’d repaired the small leak in the oil pan, then brought it up to Belle Fourche for safe keeping. She’d known someone in her pack had been tampering with her baby. Now, she was glad she’d had the foresight or she’d be without wheels.
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    J ett snarled. Foliage showed no signs of her wolf having run through. Mile after mile he and several of his pack had searched, and not even a clue could be found. “How the fuck could she have disappeared without a trace like that?” He was taken aback by their lack of ability to find her.
    Niall and Zayn looked at him then at the darkening sky. A minute ticked past, then two. Jett knew they were speaking, possibly to their mates as well. He’d take what help he could get.
    “My mate says if she had an inkling that the man she’d just slept with thought she was a traitor, and since she comes from a pack with an alpha that was, in her words, less than noble, she’d run far and fast. Did you, in any way give Taryn an indication that you thought she was guilty of putting the taint in you?”
    “No,” Jett barked, then he thought of the way he’d looked at her as he’d passed. Her mental walls were strong, but maybe she’d sensed his feelings, or maybe she was able to slip into his mind undetected and had read his thoughts. He shook his head with regret.
    Niall studied him for several long minutes. “You realize she’s no ordinary woman, right? I mean what she did for you at the club, taking on your injuries is something I’ve never seen or heard done before. I talked with Emerson and Payton, who both said it was something only a strong fey could do. Only, I didn’t sense the same thing in her that I do with Alaina.”
    His brows drew down as he thought about the fey women he knew. Alaina was Niall’s wife and was part fey, part wolf. She’d mated Niall after his first wife had died from a gunshot wound when a hunter had thought she was a normal wolf, wanting her pelt. Niall had exacted revenge, and mourned her death for years. The other fey he’d met all had an aura or sense that radiated from them, even if they were part wolf.
    Humans DNA make up was very much like a fey, except they had longer lives and were magical. Okay, he corrected himself, humans were similar in the fact they