Free Shoot for the Moon (Black River Pack Book 2) by Rochelle Paige

the wolf part of you still holds some fear?”
    The idea hadn’t crossed my mind before now, but it did have some merit. “I don’t know, but it could be that. She’s a part of me, so she sees the dreams the same as I do. Maybe she doesn’t understand and still worries.”
    “Then how about we let our wolves get a little bonding in tonight to help ease her fears just in case that’s why the dream is still coming,” he offered.
    “How would we do that?” I asked.
    Spencer jumped out of bed and pulled me with him. “We run.”
    Neither of us had dressed again before falling asleep, so we were naked as he led me to the front door. Then he flung it open and stepped onto my porch. It was still dark outside since there were a couple of hours before it was dawn. Drawing a deep breath through his nose, he scanned the area around my home before turning back to me.
    “I don’t sense anyone in the area. C’mon. Let your wolf come out to play with mine before the sun comes up.”
    “Yes,” I agreed happily.
    Wanting to watch him, I waited for him to transform into his wolf first. One minute, he was the gorgeous man I loved, and the next, an impressive, black wolf was standing in front of me, looking at me with the same dark eyes Spencer gazed at me with every day. He came to me and rubbed along my legs, his soft fur tickling me lightly.
    “My mate,” I whispered, running my hand through his dark fur.
    He let me pet him for a moment and then turned to bark at me impatiently, letting me know that it was time for me to change into my wolf so we could run. I reached out for her, and in a flash, I was on all fours and closer to Spencer’s eye level. He yipped in approval and bumped my side playfully before leaping off my porch and running towards the forest that edged along my yard.

Chapter 7
    Eliza
     
    Heading into work the next day was strange when I knew I carried the mark of our pack enforcer, who was also beta to the alpha. I’d always done everything I could to stay under the radar, but that would no longer be possible—not with Spencer’s position in the pack. As his mate, I would have responsibilities that wouldn’t allow me to keep myself separate from the others.
    I knew there had been talk about us before today. Wolves were nosy about each other, and when Spencer had taken me to his bed, I’d experienced more than my fair share of their curiosity. The guys had respected my need for distance, and my fellow she-wolves had backed off when they’d realized we hadn’t mated, that I was only the latest to grace his bed—even if it had been a while since he’d taken a lover.
    Then word had spread about my dreams and how I’d helped save Grace. That’s when the stares and whispers had begun. It had seemed like everyone was confused about how to treat me. By the time the rumors reached me, I was surprised to learn that Spencer had been right. I found the members of our pack accepting of my gift. It wasn’t my ability to walk in dreams that had them confused—it was that I hadn’t been ready to accept Spencer’s mark.
    It was almost unheard of in our culture for one mate to deny another. The pull was too strong to resist, even in cases when wolves were mated to someone their human side didn’t like very much. But there were rare occurrences when a wolf would refuse to mate or where a wolf was mistaken about someone being fated for them. In those instances, the ending was usually disastrous.
    My refusal of Spencer’s mark after he’d mated me had made them wonder what would happen to their beta. It had also made them worry about the consequences if I walked away. But our pack members hadn’t pushed the issue with either of us because I’d continued to keep most of them at a distance and Spencer had glared and growled whenever anyone had tried to ask him about me.
    Since I had grown accustomed to the stares and whispers over the last six months, I was stunned when all conversation stopped as I walked