Free Feral Seduction (Feral Protectors 2) by Liv Brywood

to her feet, grabbed her shoes and raced down the foggy promenade toward her uncle’s house.
    Pain radiated up from her unprotected feet. She’d give anything to stop and put her shoes on, but she couldn’t risk it.
    She glanced over her shoulder. A man dressed in all black raced toward her. She sprinted faster than she thought possible. Her uncle’s house was less than a hundred yards away.
    She trampled the flowers on the way to the front door. Without bothering to knock, she tried the doorknob. Locked, of course.
    She pounded on the door. “Help! He’s after me. He’s here.”
    Upstairs, a light clicked on.
    She pressed her back against the front door and stared into the misty night. Across the street, the shadowy figure hid behind a veil of thickening fog. As he stood, staring, a wave of pure malice rode the hazy night. It was as if the evil could touch her from where he lurked. She trembled and prayed her uncle would hurry.
    A second later, the front door cracked open. She pushed her uncle aside as she rushed into the house, dropping her shoes on the porch in the process.
    She screamed. “He’s here. He’s outside. You have to stop him!”
    Her uncle pushed her behind him. A flash of silver extended from his hand. He’d brought his gun down. She wanted to cry with relief.
    “Where is he? I don’t see anyone.”
    “Across the street. In the marina. He’s hiding behind one of the big posts on the right.” She pulled back the curtain on the front window and peered into the darkness. The visibility worsened by the second.
    “Did he have a gun?”
    “I don’t know. I didn’t see one, but I don’t know.”
    “Wait here. I’m going outside.”
    “Be careful.”
    He sidestepped down the front steps quickly and ran to a large azalea bush. After hiding behind it, he poked his head above the flowers.
    She scanned the area where she’d last seen the man. He’d vanished.
    Her uncle crouched and moved toward the marina. The fog swallowed him up. She couldn’t breathe. Had she just sent him into a trap?
    Minutes passed. Her heart skittered in her chest.
    Please let him be okay , she prayed.
    Footsteps sounded on the second floor of the house. Luna appeared at the top of the staircase. She’d belted a pink robe around her body. “What’s going on?”
    “The man who’s been chasing me tried to attack me at the motel. I ran here to get help.”
    “Where’s Ben?”
    “Out there.” Brandy pointed past the partially open curtain.
    “How long has he been gone?”
    Brandy didn’t want to scare Luna, so she underestimated the amount of time he’d been gone. “A few minutes.”
    Luna scowled. “How could you send him outside, alone?”
    “What did you expect me to do?”
    “He should have waited and called for backup.”
    Brandy opened her mouth to speak just as Ben emerged from the fog. Weak with relief, she leaned her head against the window frame. She searched him for any sign of a wound, but couldn’t detect any injuries.
    When he entered the house, his entire demeanor had changed. “There’s no one out there. I checked the entire area.”
    His tone put her on the defense. “He was right behind me. He broke into my hotel room and chased me through the bathroom window.”
    Luna flung herself into Ben’s arms. “Thank God you’re alright.”
    Over her shoulder, Ben said, “I don’t think I was in any danger.”
    Brandy shrunk back. “You don’t believe me?”
    “There wasn’t anyone out there. I’ll call patrol and find out if they saw anything.” He grabbed his cell phone off the entryway table and walked into the kitchen.
    “He was out there,” she repeated to Luna.
    The other woman scowled. “You’ve heard the story about the boy who cried wolf, haven’t you?”
    “I’m not lying. He was right behind me.”
    Luna crossed her arms over her chest. “So you’ve said.”
    “Why don’t you believe me?”
    “We saw your father lying his ass off on the stand in court. I think the