Free Between Two Wolves (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Menage Werewolf Romance) by Catherine Vale Page A

mix.
    “The wolf showed up.” I heard a footstep
and opened an eye, watching as Weatherly turned, pacing across the small room.
It gave me a chance to look around. There wasn’t much to see. The room was
bare, just the mattress I was sitting on, a few chairs sitting at random
angles, a table shoved in the corner. All in all, not someone’s permanent
residence. Probably a deserted rental cabin from the 50s, long forgotten,
long-abandoned. Perfect place to keep a hostage.
    “The wolf showed up. The wolf I was
after, one of them, anyway.”
    “So why bother with me?”
    Weatherly paced a few steps toward the
door, twitching open the tattered curtain that hung on the window. He stared
out into whatever was out there, whatever he could see in the dark. Then it
struck me. He was a wolf…a shifter. He could see in the dark, just like Colt
and Jericho. And that meant he could change, just like they could. And with him
as a wolf, I didn’t stand a chance.
    I wiggled my hands, turning my wrists.
The rope bit into my skin, burned like hell. But I thought there was some play
in them. Maybe it was my imagination, but it was the only thing I had to hold
on to right now.
    Weatherly moved to another window, looked
out, then turned back to me. I froze, my wrists screaming in pain, my shoulders
rotated at some unnatural angle. Something changed in the way he looked at me,
something darker crossing his features.
    “You were going to be collateral damage,
at first. Get you out of the way, nasty hiking accident. Didn’t matter if you
knew what any of this meant. You just needed to go away. But then…you hooked up
with those two. How the hell did that happen? I tracked them forever, and
there’s never been a woman. But now, there’s you.”
    “I’d be happy to just bow out right now.
No harm, no foul…”
    “Not so fast. Plans change.” He crossed
the little room, almost standing on my feet. “I can use you.”
    He grabbed me again, pulling me upright.
“Those guys used you. I can use you too.”
    I was pretty sure his idea of use wasn’t
going to be anywhere as fun as what happened with Colt and Jericho. I
struggled, trying to disguise my attempts at freedom with frantic wiggling.
Something loosened in the ropes around my wrists, one loop slipping. Weatherly
apparently wasn’t very good at knot tying.
    “Use me how?” Did I really want to
know?
    “I can make you one of us, like me…” He
leered at me, baring his teeth. They were the same brilliant white as Colt’s
and Jericho’s, a little longer than normal, far sharper than any human teeth
should be. I jerked back, trying to get away from him.
    “Bite you, mark you, make you mine.
You’ll be mated to me, and I can have what they have.”
    Whatever he was saying was lost on me.
I’d stopped paying attention after the mention of bite. I didn’t want to be
bitten, not by Weatherly, or anyone else.  My heart galloped wildly in my
chest, and I struggled not to go into full-blown panic mode.
    Another loop of rope fell away, and for a
surprised second I felt hope that I may actually stand a chance of getting away.
Then I let fear replace exhilaration. It wasn’t hard. I heard Jack’s voice in
my head, telling me to wait, look for my opening, to keep my eyes open. That I
just needed to focus, to be patient.
    But Weatherly had other ideas. He pulled
me against him, his big hand grabbing my hair. For an instant I wished I’d
chopped all this hair off, given myself a buzz cut. That way men wouldn’t be
able to yank me around by it.
    He pulled my head back, eyes drifting
from my face to my neck. He smiled, if that’s what it could be called. My body
had gone numb, limp, partly by design, mostly out of my control. The only thing
really moving was my heart, thumping along at a dizzying pace.
    “It’s not going to hurt…” He was focused
on my throat, his arm slackening against my back. Just stay cool…don’t
telegraph…
    Weatherly dropped his head and I was out
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