Free First Moon (New Moon Wolves) BBW Werewolf Romance by Michelle Fox Page A

beach. The seagulls had fallen silent, and, if there were any other animals around, they were quiet too. Even the wind went slack, barely strong enough to move her hair now.
    It made Audrey tense. Her breathing quickened, both from the exertion of her walk and from anxiety.
    “Are you there, Nick?” she called out. “Come out. I’m alone.” Audrey tucked her gun behind her leg so it wouldn’t be visible.
    The silence stretched around her, impossibly tight and ready to snap.
    “Nick? You don’t have to hide. It’s just me.” She attempted to sound friendly.
    Ahead of her, something rustled in the tall beachgrass and there was the scuff of feet in the sand. Audrey froze, using her ears to hone in on the noise’s location. The large growth of beachgrass she identified as the source was thick and more than enough to hide a wolf of Nick’s size.
    Swallowing hard, she edged toward it.
    Approximately ten feet away, something large and hairy leaped at Audrey, hitting her square in the shoulders. She went down hard, unable to brace herself against the impact. Sand was soft enough when walking, but hitting it full force felt more like being rammed into a punching bag.
    Air whooshed out of her as she slammed into the ground, denting the sand but not feeling any benefit from its natural give. Her gun flew from her hand as she went and hair from the wolf that toppled her filled her mouth.
    She pushed against the hairy beast whose razor sharp claws pricked her skin even through her clothes. As she struggled, she finally had time to process what the wolf looked like. Blond and big. In other words, Nick. Well, she consoled herself, at least it’s not some new werewolf. If only he would stop sitting on her stomach, which, while not exactly flat, didn’t have enough bulk to hold the enormous wolf’s weight without impairing her ability to breathe.
    “Get off me!” Audrey turned her head and spat out wolf hair. Strands of it lined her mouth and as quick as she got them out, more came in. He shedded worse than a dog.“You’re going to suffocate me with a hair ball.” She heaved her body and went...nowhere.
    Finally, exhausted, she sank into the sand, going limp.
    “Please get off me?” she asked, calmer now.
    The wolf watched her with hard, emerald eyes. Dipping his head, he sniffed her neck and then licked the spot where her pulse jumped. With a low growl that sounded like a warning, he stepped off her and loped up over the crest of the dune.
    Audrey scrambled to her feet and retrieved her gun. She ran after Nick as fast as the sand would let her, but she lost him within seconds. All she could do was head in the same general direction and hope she could catch up. Recalling the area from her habitat restoration work, she knew there would be a parking lot up ahead. She could rest there, catch her breath and get her bearings.
    But there was no rest to be found. The parking lot wasn’t empty. A van carrying a family of five had navigated past the blockade the park service had set up to prevent access to the park. The tourists were just in the process of unloading their beach gear from the back of their van when Audrey burst onto the asphalt.
    She stumbled at the change in terrain. Her body had become accustomed to pushing against the sinking sand and now used too much strength to launch her across the smooth parking lot. Correcting her gait, she raced toward them, waving her arm.
    “The beach is closed. You have to get out of here.” She scanned the area, looking for Nick and didn’t see him. He had to be close though. Probably hiding and plotting his next move.
    The family huddled together, their gazes fixed on the gun she held in one hand. The mother, a tall, slim woman, pushed her kids behind her as the father, a wiry man, stepped forward, his eyes narrowed and fists clenched.
    “I’m a park ranger,” Audrey panted, still running. She pointed to the badge on her uniform and slowed down, unable to keep running. Bending