Feral Love (Paranormal Alpha Werewolf Shifter Romance) Read Free Page B

was a deep rumble. Beside him, the two other wolves shifted as well.
     
    Remy shook her head. “I couldn’t. I mean, I don’t know how.”
     
    “Don’t know how?” The look on Emma the she-wolf’s face was a mix of disbelief and scorn. “What kind of wolf are you, girl?”
     
    “A collared one, I bet.” Locke the old wolf spat. “Them collared wolves are as bad as dogs. I say we gut her now and leave her out here for them to find in the morning. Teach them where they belong.”
     
    Tears welled in Remy’s eyes again. She never should’ve run away. “Please don’t. Please.”
     
    Locke stepped closer. “I don’t like beggars no more than I like collared wolves.” He picked at his teeth, flicking a piece of meat on the snow. “So shut your mouth, girl, before I shut it for you.”
     
    “Locke.” The black wolf put a hand on the old wolf. “Enough. She’s scared.” He turned his attention back to Remy. “What pack do you belong to?”
     
    Remy looked down. “The Blackwood pack.”
     
    “HAH!” Locke threw his head back in a laugh that was more like a bark. “I told you. A collared wolf! Calls themselves a pack, do they? Can’t even speak like wolves.”
     
    “Not another word, Locke,” the black wolf said in an even tone. “That’s an order.”
     
    Locke cast a long gaze at the black wolf but remained silent.
     
    The black wolf looked at Remy again. “You’ll need to excuse him. He’s not one for manners. What’s your name?”
     
    “Remy Clearwater.” She answered.
     
    The black wolf repeated the name, his tongue tracing over each syllable as if they were some sweet exotic fruit. “Do you know who I am?” he asked.
     
    Remy shook her head.
     
    “I’m Blake Christensen and you, Remy Clearwater, are an intruder on my territory.”
     
    ***
     
    Blake was confused, confused and a little angry. This is my mate? A collared wolf? He had spent the past twenty years searching for his mate, from the tundra of the Yukon to the forests of Minnesota. He had searched for so long that he was starting to lose hope.
     
    He knew what she looked like: a beautiful wolf with silver fur that shone like the bright moon above. But he only knew her as a wolf, not as a human. The thought that she would be a collared wolf never crossed his mind.
     
    In his world, there was nothing worse than collared wolves—werewolves who abandoned the laws of the wild. Those wolves lived under roofs, spurned their shifting powers, and some even went as far as to use human weapons in place of their teeth and claws. But the most egregious thing about collared wolves was their eagerness to slander free wolves like Blake and his pack. To them, a free wolf was a dangerous animal, nothing more.
     
    And yet…
     
    He looked at Remy shivering in the snow. The cold brought a rosy pink color to her cheeks and she covered herself in embarrassment. Her shy modesty and cold-kissed color only added to her natural curves. Her rich heady scent filled his nose and he felt himself growing intoxicated from it. And those green eyes… Like the still mossy ponds that encircled the thousand lakes of Minnesota.
     
    Mine.
     
    ***
     
    An intruder on his territory? A million different thoughts ran through Remy’s head. All the stories came flooding back about Christensen’s pack. Stories of bellies torn apart with entrails and guts spilled on the ground. Stories of rampant beasts carrying off screaming girls into the woods. She trembled at the thought, not sure which one would be worse and not sure what fate awaited her.
     
    Dimly aware of her own nakedness, Remy moved to cover herself. Emma the she wolf kept her one baleful eye trained on her while Locke leered at her curves. Snow swirled and melted in her hair and she tried to speak but couldn’t.
     
    “Locke.” Blake said to the old wolf. “Go see to the fawn and take it back to the pack. We’ll speak there.”
     
    Locke cast one final begrudging look, shifted back