Free PackRescue by Gwen Campbell Page B

torso.
    Cutler blinked then grinned like he was drunk. He growled
but it was a drugged, glutted sound. He leaned down, wrapped his arms around
Fina’s waist and began sliding his cheeks over her shoulder blades, marking
parts of her his brother hadn’t.
    The three of them clung to each other in a sated huddle
until Cutler’s deepest instinct lifted his head. With unerring accuracy, his
eyes turned to the white nebula just visible over the treetops, heralding the
approach of the full moon. He held his breath for the span of a heartbeat, then
two, then threw back his head and howled. “Let the run begin,” he bellowed in a
voice that was half-human, half-wolf.
    All around him naked human bodies shrank in height but
expanded in mass. Rising, multiplying howls sang out through the clearing as
his pack shifted into the form of the wolf. He kept his chest pressed to Fina’s
back but clawed at his zipper, yanked down his jeans and kicked them aside. He
could hear his brother panting and growling as he too shed the last of his
clothing.
    Bracketing Fina, pressing into her, the two of them stood
tall and powerful.
     
    Fina trembled but for the first time in weeks it wasn’t with
fear. It was desire—raw and foreign. She growled, a low, continuous sound she’d
never made before. Hadn’t even known she was capable of. It was a song of
possession, intent and need and a rational part of her wondered why this
formidable Alpha didn’t just simply throw her body away from his. Raise his
hand to her and cuff her for her insolence. She looked at the two powerful
males, smelled the heat and need pouring off them, saw the fully erect and
formidable penises rising from the dark thatches on their groins. Her wolf
howled with all the power it possessed and she felt her bones splinter. Her
spine shifted, drawing her head back and pulling her mouth open. Her gums
ached, then her jaw as her teeth shifted, grew and moved back to fill her
elongating mouth. The ache flashed into pain then disappeared entirely. The
sound of her howl changed. It was fully animal now, strong and primitive and
gloriously free. Her skin broke loose from the thin layer of womanly,
insulating fat beneath it, slithered over her freely then fastened on to
violently expanding muscle. Hairs formed beneath her skin and slid out through
tight follicles. She dropped down onto all fours and howled again, only this
time the tremendous sound of it joined hundreds of other wolves crying out with
unfettered joy. Her ankles shattered, stretched without impediment then knit
themselves up almost immediately. Her nails thickened into sharp, formidable
daggers that promised death to anyone foolish enough to challenge her.
    Fina’s snout snapped shut and her fully wolf eyes gazed over
the clearing, seeing everything. Her tipped, perked ears swiveled and she heard
everything. She smelled everything. A red squirrel popped its head out from a
crotch in a cedar tree and chattered down at them aggressively then seemed to
sense the combined power of the new animals crowding its territory. Its tiny
claws dug into the soft bark and it spun, raced up the trunk and disappeared
into a tiny crevice. Fina knew it wouldn’t come out until after sunrise. She
heard a leaf tremble in the breeze, heard a blade of grass bend as the rough
pad of a paw passed over it, smelled the quick, frightened release of an elk’s
urine from over a thousand feet away just before it flipped its tail up and
ran, causing its small herd to stampede away in its wake. The muzzle of the
wolf that was Fina pulled back from sharp, solid teeth in a parody of a human
smile. They were the most powerful creatures on the face of this land this
night and the most powerful had the luxury of play.
    But before her wolf let itself indulge, it had a piece of
business to attend to. Moving smoothly and powerfully, Fina loped forward a few
feet and waited. Another female, smaller than her, sleekly muscled and elegantly
beautiful because