Free Seeking Pack Redemption by Eve Langlais Page A

into action. They ran back to the
kitchen area and dove out the back door—or at least Darren did. Marc got halted by another rabid wolf coming out of nowhere .
    Help his
friend or go after the girl? Darren kept going. She needed him more than Marc
did. It took him just a second to spot Thea running,
not very quickly, while a pair of rogues chased her. Fuck! Still recovering from his last shift not even five minutes
ago, he nevertheless morphed into his other shape and took off after the enemy,
his long legs eating up the ground. With a soaring leap he tackled the lead one.
Lucky for her, the other one stopped to help his buddy. Two
against one?
    Easy odds.
His wolf practically slobbered in glee with the blood and action it got to
enjoy. But he didn’t have time to play with his prey. Kill them quickly, grab
the girl, and get out of there before the rest came back.
    With a
crunch of bone, a yelp of pain, and a few shakes of his head, he took care of
the rogues, one dead weight on the ground, the other wheezing as its life force
seeped from a neck wound. Lifting his muzzle he scanned the area only to find
her gone. As he loped in the direction in which he’d last seen her scurrying,
he caught the scent of bear piss, Trent’s perfume for this invasion. Relieved
she didn’t flee alone, he tracked the smell, his short yip answered by Marc.
    Darren
caught up to them as they fled the camp, minus David, but plus one female. Part of the rear guard, his mind mulled over the rapidly unfolding
events. With his wolf currently driving, he couldn’t ignore the
possessive urge coursing through him as he watched Thea’s ass wiggle under the thigh-high shapeless gown she wore. Rounded calves; full
bottom; short, not even chin-high, he bet she cleaned up nicely. But she’s not a wolf? Or so his nose
claimed. Yet despite her human status, she drew him. Called to his beast. I’ve found my mate. What else could
explain the instant connection he felt for her?
    The idea
didn’t scare him. He’d waited almost twenty-seven years to encounter a woman
who made his wolf howl. Who made him want to put downs roots and start a
family. But he needed to slow down. They were strangers. All he knew currently
was her name—and the fact she possessed a wicked wiggle—but their
stranger status didn’t bother him. Part of the excitement involved getting to
know her and finding out what fate had in store. First, though, he’d have to
aid her in getting over her abduction and abuse. That terrified look she
sported when he first saw her flashed to mind. I’ll have to take it real slow and careful.
    Speaking
of slow. Watching her move, a slow, stumbling trot, as she tried to keep up
with Trent, who yanked her along, he was the first to notice how she panted
heavily. Something seemed amiss. He loped up to place himself alongside her and
noted how she clutched her middle with her free hand, a tummy more rounded than
expected given the size of her legs and arms. However, it was the scent of her
blood, and view of it running down her one leg, and more of it coating her
soles that had him shifting despite his fatigue.
    With quick
strides, he came up alongside her, and swung her into his arms—where she
belonged. Fuck , the tingling
awareness that shot through him almost had him stumbling in shock. If he’d
harbored any doubt, it disappeared. No
two ways about it, she’s mine.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” Trent asked, still holding her hand.
    “She’s
injured and can’t keep up.”
    “So you’re
going to carry her the whole way down the mountain?” Trent snarled, seeming
displeased for some reason. Actually, a good reason seeing as how they’d come
away without their main purpose: David. Or was there more at play here given he
seemed reluctant to release his grip?
    “I’ll
carry her to the motel if I have to,” Darren replied, tightening his grip.
“She’s not like us.”
    “No shit,
Sherlock. But we’ve got about thirty miles to