Animal Desire: A Paranormal Romance (Werewolf and Shapeshifter) (The Animal Sagas) Read Free Page A

him, racing from their cabins, the woods, and wherever else they might have been. He transformed back into his human form, with Lynda still snarling at his side. “The babies have been taken,” he informed the others, some who were already in their wolf form, and the others who were transforming as he spoke. “We must track the scent.”
    With that command they bolted off into the woods as a team in every direction possible. Only Sonya remained in the cabin, too consumed with guilt to join the search party. She kept staring at the empty bassinets unable to fathom how they had been taken right out from under her nose. She looked from them to the open window that she knew for a fact she had checked earlier, back and forth, almost as if she were in a trance.
    Meanwhile, in the woods the search party tracked the scent of the babies all the way to the edge of the river, where they finally lost the scent. Lynda laid down at the river’s edge where she shifted back into human form and wept into the soil. She, better than anyone, knew that any number of dangers could be posed to her babies by this time. Whoever had taken them could have left them to drown in the river, could have already sold them off to someone else… or worse!
    All manner of horrifying thoughts were filling her mind, causing her to be nearly delirious with grief. At that point Lynda saw Sonya come running through the woods to join her. Sonya simply could not stand waiting at the cabin any longer. She joined the search party, and upon seeing Lynda’s devastation, she took over for her sister. She closed her eyes and willed herself to recall the birth of the twins.
    It had been mostly uneventful for herself, but when Lynda gave birth to the first child, the girl, it was quickly noted that she was not breathing. Lynda was overcome by the birth of her second child, and it was left up to Sonya to deal with the first baby. No one knew what to expect from the rare cross breeding. So Sonya did the only thing she could think of and blew air from her lips into the baby girl. Soon she was crying as loudly as her newly born brother.
    Once she was breathing on her own the baby girl had looked up into Sonya’s eyes, and in that moment they had been bonded forever. So Sonya focused all her will on that moment as she attempted to use her primal senses to find the babies. She stood there quietly for a minute or so, focusing all her attention… then suddenly she knew which to direction to run in.
    “This way!” she called out, and a flood of werewolves, including one scared puma  mother followed right along.
    Sonya burst through the branches of trees and the gnarled bushes without the slightest hesitation. She gave no thought to her own safety as she frantically bolted forward in the direction of the baby she had sensed. When she finally skidded to a stop they were at the edge of a small clearing near the edge of their territory. In the center of it was what looked like a shack. But how could that be? They all knew every hut, den, lean-to, cave, camp, cubbyhole, shed and pigpen inside the Strongheart territory.
    Lynda boldly sniffed the air, as did Sonya, and they could both sense the babies now, as well as some new magic in the air. Both were unprepared for this. The pack of wolves, including Ben and Clay, quietly waited in the brush fifty feet or so behind the sisters for a command on what to do next. Lynda was ready to rush in but for once Sonya encouraged her to wait and take stock of the situation before plowing on into the unknown. But they both felt it without a doubt… that the being inside had been attempting to hide the shack from them all this time by using a spell of some sort.
    So the two sisters slowly and cautiously approached the ramshackle structure unsure of what would happen next. The shack itself was, at best, a miniscule shelter. It was barely large enough to contain the two babies inside, much less any adult sized beings. But the closer they got, the