Miracle Wolf for Christmas

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Author: Vanessa Devereaux
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the walls and
shook the floor.

 
    Chapter Two
     
    Kent
woke from a dazed sleep. The man named Axel had injected him with something
that had made him sleepy before he’d checked out his leg. He glanced down and
saw it was bound and in a splint.
    Oh no, that
fucking Christmas music again.
    He’d
thought it had been just a bad dream, but it was echoing throughout the whole
place. Even shaking the metal slats in front of him. Wait a minute, metal
slats. He was in prison.
    Kent
looked up. He was in an enclosure and sitting on straw. Something was hanging
around his neck. Just what the hell was it?
    Straw
of all things. Maybe he could shift and figure out how to open this cage and
get the hell out of here.
    “Let
it snow…”
    It
was the human again, and she was singing at the top of her lungs.
    Damn,
when would she go away?
    He
watched as she poured hot water into a mug and stirred it. Next she sprinkled
on marshmallows and popped a few into her mouth before putting the bag in the
desk drawer.
    Gifts
sat under a tree by a bookcase. If he wasn’t mistaken, she was going to spend
Christmas here. He was going to be spending Christmas here, too.
    Kent
tried to move to get more comfortable. The noise made her turn around and look
his way.
    “Ah,
you’re awake.”
    At
least she had the decency to turn down the music before she walked over to
him.   She knelt in front of the
enclosure. It was the first time he’d gotten a good look at her. Yes, she was
very pretty. Well, for a human. Cute eyes that had somewhat of a sad look to
them. Full pink lips. Yes, quite kissable. If you were the type who liked
locking lips with humans.
    “You
feeling okay? I’m so sorry I hit you with my car, but you’re going to be just
fine. Axel said a couple of days rest and your leg should be as good as new and
I can release you back out into the wild. Oh, and I’ve radio collared you so
I’ll know where you’re at. You’re going to be my new wolf to study for my
doctorate. What do you think about that? It’s almost like we met for a reason.”
    Radio collar—you
take this monstrosity off me right now. Just who do you humans think you are? Part
of your study, your new wolf? Over my dead body. The only reason we met was for
me to strangle you and free the world of Christmas music and shitty singing.
    “I
bet you’re hungry, so I’ll just go grab something for you.”
    She
stood, and he was left looking at her legs. Nice curvy calves…
    Kent, do not go
there. She is human, she is human. She sings
horribly, she sings horribly.
    She
walked away.
    The something nice
better be a big, juicy steak and the key to get me out of here.
    He
rested his head on his paws. He wasn’t thinking straight—probably the cute face
and legs thing were getting to him. This was his opportunity to shift. Shift
back to a man, get out of here, call Nick and have him come collect him.
    Kent
relaxed his body, willing himself to shift, but holy shit, nothing was
happening. He still had paws and fur.
    This
had never happened before. Couldn’t be the injury, surely. Maybe it was the
radio collar. Some weird frequency thing.   Maybe it was whatever they’d given him to make him sleep.
    He
heard her returning and stopped his efforts to shift. He heard another wolf
howling. He was telling her he needed feeding and soon.
    “Here’s
dinner,” she said, lifting the hatch up and sliding a silver bowl full of what
looked like dog food at him.
    You call this
dinner?
    “I’m
just going to see to the other animals and then I’ll be back to spend the rest
of Christmas Eve with you.”
    In your dreams, baby.
By the time you get back, I’ll be outta here.
    Kent
watched as she made her way through a set of swinging doors.
    He
relaxed again, did everything he usually did when he wanted to shift, but
nothing was happening.
    Tension
and stress, that’s what was happening here. He’d never been under this sort of
pressure before. He thought of pleasant things. Running like

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