Free Wolf Creek Sheriff (Texas Pack 4) (Prequel) (Wolf Creek Shapeshifters) by Jo Ellen Page A
Authors: Jo Ellen
she want? Go home or stay? Except his protective personality disorder, she giggled a little at that thought, or go home and forget she’d ever met him.
Her stomach got a little queasy at that thought. Remembering her claim of ‘mine’ when they were in the valley, that small epiphany exploded into the realization that she had claimed him as much as he’d claimed her.
Wow, she would do it. Move here, work with him and build a new life in this small town. And oh yeah, become a wolf.
She was mindful enough to know their argument was not really about his telling her what to do, but about her fear of change.
Where was love in this pheromone induced mating? Yeah, she was attracted to him, but was that enough? Maybe it was like an arranged marriage where you slowly fell in love as you get to know him. Bah, that sounds positively boring! She wanted that grand declaration of undying love where she was the center of his world.
Watching as he told Rafe his part in their adventure, she felt that tingle in her chest once again. Maybe she was already there because she didn’t want to leave his side, and she sure as hell didn’t want some other woman making any claims on him.
She wished she could talk to Lisa, her BFF who she never kept secrets from. It’d be nice to hash out her inner struggles with someone who understood her so well. But boy, this was a biggie and she didn’t have a choice. Colin had talked about the need to be hidden from the human world when they’d gone to see the bitch/witch so she was on her own.
She was brought out of her musings when Doan marched into the room and plopped down on the sofa opposite her. Devlin followed, his face set in stubborn lines as he set the bottle of wine down on the coffee table situated between the two sofas.
“He won’t drink it,” Devlin snarled.
“Dude! You said it was a potion, I’m not drinking some strange shit that might kill me!” Doan crossed his arms, obstinately staring at Devlin.
Rafe rubbed his forehead, grumbling under his breath. “And you told him this why? Ever hear of the phrase, ‘too much info’”?
Ian grabbed the bottle and took a swig before slamming the bottle back down. “Pussy,” he muttered.
Doan shot him the finger but watched Ian closely as if waiting for him to die horrifically right in front of him.
Robert took the bottle next and pointed at Doan before he drank. “Yer next, you bloody stubborn dragon. Yer Dragon Lord needs to ken how you were drugged and you won’t get those memories back until this spell yer under is gone. You ken I’m Fae, right? Look at me, no bad reactions, nothing but a sweet tasting wine. You’ll drink it or I’ll pour it down yer bloody gullet.” Robert threatened.
Doan grabbed the bottle and gulped, staring at both Robert and Ian. “I’m not a pussy,” he grumbled.
Ian snorted and walked off to lean against the huge mantle over the fireplace.
Stephanie whispered to Colin, “The spell in the wine won’t hurt them?”
“Naw, they aren’t under any kind of influence so it won’t have an effect on them,” he answered.
She didn’t take her eyes off Doan, watching as he closed his eyes and his entire body shuddered. A small puff of black smoke exited his nostrils before he opened his eyes and squinted at them. Without saying a word, he rose and left the room, heading to the guest room he’d slept in the night before.
They all looked at each other in confusion, wondering what to do next. Was he healed? Stephanie waited in nervous anticipation.
Hearing footsteps from the hallway, every eye was turned that way. Doan entered, pausing to tug the cuff of his dress shirt from beneath his suit coat.
Stephanie’s jaw dropped in amazement. Damn he looked good, like he just stepped off the cover of a men’s magazine of the perfectly dressed male. His suit fit perfectly, no off the rack for him. His hair was slicked back in a queue, highlighting his square jaw.
She heard Colin growl and
Her stomach got a little queasy at that thought. Remembering her claim of ‘mine’ when they were in the valley, that small epiphany exploded into the realization that she had claimed him as much as he’d claimed her.
Wow, she would do it. Move here, work with him and build a new life in this small town. And oh yeah, become a wolf.
She was mindful enough to know their argument was not really about his telling her what to do, but about her fear of change.
Where was love in this pheromone induced mating? Yeah, she was attracted to him, but was that enough? Maybe it was like an arranged marriage where you slowly fell in love as you get to know him. Bah, that sounds positively boring! She wanted that grand declaration of undying love where she was the center of his world.
Watching as he told Rafe his part in their adventure, she felt that tingle in her chest once again. Maybe she was already there because she didn’t want to leave his side, and she sure as hell didn’t want some other woman making any claims on him.
She wished she could talk to Lisa, her BFF who she never kept secrets from. It’d be nice to hash out her inner struggles with someone who understood her so well. But boy, this was a biggie and she didn’t have a choice. Colin had talked about the need to be hidden from the human world when they’d gone to see the bitch/witch so she was on her own.
She was brought out of her musings when Doan marched into the room and plopped down on the sofa opposite her. Devlin followed, his face set in stubborn lines as he set the bottle of wine down on the coffee table situated between the two sofas.
“He won’t drink it,” Devlin snarled.
“Dude! You said it was a potion, I’m not drinking some strange shit that might kill me!” Doan crossed his arms, obstinately staring at Devlin.
Rafe rubbed his forehead, grumbling under his breath. “And you told him this why? Ever hear of the phrase, ‘too much info’”?
Ian grabbed the bottle and took a swig before slamming the bottle back down. “Pussy,” he muttered.
Doan shot him the finger but watched Ian closely as if waiting for him to die horrifically right in front of him.
Robert took the bottle next and pointed at Doan before he drank. “Yer next, you bloody stubborn dragon. Yer Dragon Lord needs to ken how you were drugged and you won’t get those memories back until this spell yer under is gone. You ken I’m Fae, right? Look at me, no bad reactions, nothing but a sweet tasting wine. You’ll drink it or I’ll pour it down yer bloody gullet.” Robert threatened.
Doan grabbed the bottle and gulped, staring at both Robert and Ian. “I’m not a pussy,” he grumbled.
Ian snorted and walked off to lean against the huge mantle over the fireplace.
Stephanie whispered to Colin, “The spell in the wine won’t hurt them?”
“Naw, they aren’t under any kind of influence so it won’t have an effect on them,” he answered.
She didn’t take her eyes off Doan, watching as he closed his eyes and his entire body shuddered. A small puff of black smoke exited his nostrils before he opened his eyes and squinted at them. Without saying a word, he rose and left the room, heading to the guest room he’d slept in the night before.
They all looked at each other in confusion, wondering what to do next. Was he healed? Stephanie waited in nervous anticipation.
Hearing footsteps from the hallway, every eye was turned that way. Doan entered, pausing to tug the cuff of his dress shirt from beneath his suit coat.
Stephanie’s jaw dropped in amazement. Damn he looked good, like he just stepped off the cover of a men’s magazine of the perfectly dressed male. His suit fit perfectly, no off the rack for him. His hair was slicked back in a queue, highlighting his square jaw.
She heard Colin growl and