Free Mated by H.M. McQueen Page B

she doubted the wolves would be able to pick up her scent once she got in the car.  What a nice man, her faith was restored in humankind.  Once she got her hands on her cash stash, she'd mail Mr. Costas the money he gave her.
    Three days, that's how long she had to get things done and connect with her friend off the coast of Devlin Beach.
    The customer for the drugs would be in Miami in three days.  She could get the stash from Raythe's house and meet him herself. Madison knew exactly where they'd hidden the drugs by what she'd overheard.  The money from the sale with whoever the customer was would mean being set for life.
    Then again, what if something went wrong?  Her savings were not much, but she'd come by the money honestly and it would be enough to get her to Puerto Rico.  Her mother's small house was still there, empty, and only a few knew about it.  
    One call to her friend with a charter boat, hire him to get her to the island and she would be free of all this mess.  Free of the wolves and their war over territory and free of facing the consequences of killing Damiel.
    Killing a Lycon was punishable by death.  No one would believe she did it in self-defense, not after it appeared she left of her own free will.
    Her plan was to retrieve her savings from the safety deposit box at the bank, get the drugs from Raythe's house and dispose of them before the other wolves arrived, or worse--called the Lycan council and turn him in for drug trafficking.  Then somehow without him or anyone discovering her, she'd meet with her contact and escape.
    Simple plan.
    God help her.

 
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
     
    Nightfall combined with a full moon, brought lots of activity in Devlin Beach, a small beach community near Tampa, Florida.
    Raythe, a black wolf ran, his heart pounding with the exhilaration of competing against others.
    Regular runs were planned through the wooded wildlife preserve, where they allowed their animal free rein.  The wolf's strong muscles burned with the exertion of the race.  Although Raythe could still communicate mentally with the others in human language, the freedom of his wilder side meant loss of power over the human part of him. What his inner beast did, whether kill, eat, or fuck was not in the human’s control.  At least that's what the wolf wanted to believe. 
    Both knew Raythe, the human, was always in charge.
    The pack raced on, darting and dashing around trees, toward a predestinated spot. The first one to arrive did not get any prize, per se.  The bragging rights alone with these guys was a trophy in itself.
    Muscles released and contracted as Raythe pushed his beast forward.  A black wolf, he was amongst the largest in the pack, of mostly timber wolves. 
    The pack's leader another rare kind, had welcomed him without reservation when he arrived from the northwest. Taden, an Artic wolf and the pack leader, was by far the biggest and strongest. 
    A flash of white zoomed past and Raythe picked up his speed.  He'd be damned if Snow White would beat him again.
    Nose and nose, mere inches from the marker, another wolf nudged Raythe aside, bumped into Taden and streaked past them to win.
     
    "What the hell?" Raythe threw the thought at the timber wolf whose tongue lolled out of the side of its mouth.  "Isen, did you take a short cut?"
    " No, he didn't. The fucker is just fast ," Taden, ever the peacemaker admitted rounding them both before digging his shoulder into Isen's back.
    They slowed to a stop, the beasts barely winded.  Taden growled at Isen who, both wolves snarled still hyped from the race.
    Isen bowed his head in respect toward the alpha male and both animals moved away from each other.
    Once the others caught up, everyone shifted to human form. With wide grins and out of breath, every member congratulated Isen on his win. The tall athletic male stood out, with cropped hair in several shades of browns and auburn, the werewolf enjoyed the attention.
    The full moon