Free The Wolf's Call (Two-Natured London) by Susanna Shore

extending claws unlike any natural wolf, and sank them into his
opponent’s stomach. With his other arm he blocked the leader’s punch to his
face.
    There
was no time to pause. He pulled his claws out of the soft flesh of his opponent
and the bloke fell on his knees and folded over in pain. Rafe hit him swiftly
on the back of his head, dropping him like a stone. The leader kept on punching
him, forcing him to defend himself with his free hand. Rafe was good, but not
that good, and an occasional punch got through. By now, the third guy had got
his fight-face on too.
    As
Rafe sidestepped to parry another punch, he got too close to the last guy;
before he could retreat, sharp claws punctured his side through the leather
jacket. He grunted as the claws sank deep, but he didn’t let the pain slow him
down. He just slashed the bastard across the face with his own claws, causing
the bloke to step back just enough for him to get a good kick to his opponent’s
stomach. The guy flew backwards far enough for Rafe to have a few seconds to
deal with the leader, who was still trying to drop him with his fists.
    Rafe
attacked, distracting the leader who had gotten used to his defensive moves. A
swift right hook took care of him, just in time for Rafe to face the last guy
who was approaching again with a wolf’s snarl on his face.
    But
before Rafe had a chance to do anything, Charly sped past him, a spray can in
her hand, and she emptied a full can of pepper spray into the bloke’s face. The
bastard covered his face with his hands, howling in pain, making it no
challenge at all for Rafe to punch him unconscious too.
    This
done, he turned to Charly who was panting heavily as adrenaline pumped through
her veins. But she didn’t look frightened. She looked fierce and triumphant.
    His
blood already heated by the fight, he reacted instantly. He pulled her into his
arms and kissed her with all the fire surging through his veins. She answered
with passion, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to
better reach him, deepening the kiss. She pressed against him and the feel of
her lush breasts against his chest drove all sensible thoughts from his mind.
    He
could have kissed her forever, but a nudge from his wolf reminded him that he
hadn’t gotten his woman to safety yet. He ended the kiss instantly and looked
her sternly in the eyes. “Woman, when I tell you to run to safety, you bloody
well run to safety.”

Chapter Eleven
    This was not how Charly had
imagined her daring rescue would end, being marched through a dark park like a
naughty little girl, Rafe’s hand gripping her upper arm like a vice. “Let go of
me, you brute. This is undignified.” But Rafe only paused long enough to detach
Bob from the low railing she had tied it to, putting distance between them and
the assailants they had left behind.
    She
tried to reason with him. “Shouldn’t we at least do something about the men?” His
face set in grim lines, he didn’t answer. She had often wanted to find a man
who would match her in willpower, but now that she had, she wasn’t sure she
appreciated him. “We can’t just leave them there. What if they attack someone else?”
    He
turned to give her a stern look. “If you’d gone to fetch the security like I
told you to do, they would be dealing with those men right now.”
    Well,
that stung. “I told you I don’t take orders well.”
    “And
that is why you now have to face whatever those men get into their heads to do
when they wake up.”
    Charly’s
stomach fell when the uncomfortable truth sank in. She should at least have
called security, even if she hadn’t run to safety. But it wasn’t too late for
that now. She fished her mobile phone out of her pocket with her free hand and
pushed the speed dial for the security desk.
    “You’re
not calling the police, are you?” Rafe asked.
    The
question startled her. She, a lawyer, hadn’t even considered it. She shook her
head. “The building