Free Caught in Heat [Half-breed Shifter Series Book 1] by Miranda Stowe Page B

by his determination, she stayed back as he straightened and trudged onward.
    Riley heard the commotion at the trap before he did. Obviously. He kept moving forward, unaware. She was about to call out a warning when he finally paused.
    Definitely not a squirrel.
    By the low growl, she guessed wolf.
    Closing her eyes, she issued a silent curse in her head. Of course, it had to be a fucking wolf. Her poor Shaw, having to face a demon from his past right after learning they weren’t all bad. She wanted to warn him to be careful. But she didn’t want to give away her own position in case she needed to surprise an attacker. Wolves typically didn’t travel alone, unlike her kind.
    And sure enough, she spotted movement from the corner of her eye. A mangy wolf crept toward Shaw from the left. The smell wafting off him was rotten and putrid. Bloodlust.
    Oh, shit. Only Shaw would encounter two packs of wolves under the influence of bloodlust in his lifetime.
    Her fur bristled with anger. No one threatened her man and got away with it.
    Silent but deadly, Riley streaked forward. She flew past Shaw and was only five yards from the wolf before the male lifted his head, realizing she was almost upon him. He bared his teeth and she leapt. They came together in a clash of fur, snarls and snapping teeth. She swiped at his muzzle, catching him hard across the face. He yelped like an injured puppy and tucked his head down, ramming her off balance.
    But like any cat, she landed on all fours, steady and balanced. He snarled and charged again, going for her shoulder. She would’ve dodged out of his way, but she could smell Shaw approaching. It threw off her concentration.
    Razor-sharp, rank teeth sank into her shoulder. She cried out and flashed into her human form as the pain consumed her.
    Realizing she’d shifted, the male did, too, sprawling on top of her and pinning her to the ground. Naked as she was, his hard cock pressed against her thigh. “So, that’s how you want it, huh, kitty-kitty?”
    He rubbed his dick along her leg, and her traitorous body responded. Squeezing her eyes closed, she gritted her teeth and tried to buck him off, but he clutched her hard, staying on top of her.
    Reeking of all the recent kills he’d made, he breathed into her face, gagging her. “We smelled your pussy-cat pussy from five miles away and knew you’d need a few extra cocks to ease your fever.”
    He reached down to lick her mouth, but she turned her face away and clamped her legs together. “Eat shit and die, asshole.”
    “Come on now, baby. I know you want it. I can smell your cunt getting wet.”
    “Then your sense of smell is seriously lacking,” came Shaw’s voice from the dark, just as he pressed his shotgun to the wolf’s head.
    The shifter looked up in time to see his killer’s face before Shaw pulled the trigger.
    Wrinkling her nose, Riley kicked the corpse off her.
    Shaw’s hand wrapped around her arm, and he pulled her to her feet. With her human eyes, she couldn’t see anything but his outline in the dark, but she could smell anger radiating off him in waves. “I thought I told you to stay in the compound.”
    Straightening her shoulders, she brushed off dirt and twigs from her backside. “I thought you might need backup.”
    He snorted, letting her know how helpful he found her backup.
    “Hey, if there’s a shapeshifter nearby, it’s because my scent led it here. I’m not going to let you deal with a bunch of wolves under bloodlust all by yourself.”
    She felt his attention snap alert. “Bloodlust?”
    Opening her mouth to answer, she sensed before she saw or smelled the second wolf. Zapping into her animal, she roared past Shaw so fast, she knocked him back a step.
    No way was she going to let another mutt sink its teeth into her or get anywhere near her man. She pounced on the wolf, going straight for its jugular. It was stronger than the first mutt and ten times more fierce. Deadly.
    But she was more pissed. She