Racing Home (Dirt Track Dogs Book 3) (Paranormal Wolf-Shifter Romance) Read Free

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    Drake dropped them into his open palm and Blister darted through the downpour back to the truck.
    “Where are you going?”
    He didn’t answer. He just started the engine and backed out of the yard, spinning tires in the mud that had already accumulated.
    It was a short drive to her house but it wasn’t quick by any means. Not with the wind howling and causing him to swerve through puddles. And the rain was so heavy Drake’s wipers hardly made a difference at all. Leaves and twigs littered the road and slapped the windows of the cab, but finally he made it to Annie’s house.
    He’d been there once before. She didn’t know it. Neither did anyone else. It was his little secret. His wolf had wanted to see where the angel lived and wouldn’t let him settle until he complied. When he was satisfied that she lived in a well constructed home in a decent area of town, Blister was able to relax.
    Rain fell in sheets as he stared at the house. There were no lights, but it could be that the electricity was out. A quick glance at the other houses in the area confirmed his suspicion.
    Now that he was here, he wasn’t sure about the best way to approach her. Knocking on her door at eleven o’clock at night probably wasn’t the best idea, but staying in the truck wasn’t either. The wind rocked it precariously.
    Fuck. His animal could sense the danger in the air. The air swirled with tension. It was time to take cover.
    Hopefully Annie had gone to the shelter.
    Blister got out of the truck, letting the rain pelt him as he ran around to the back of her lot. A branch smacked him in the head but he ignored it to peer through the darkness. He spotted the storm shelter several yards away, but as he started toward it, a small figure darted from the house, slipping and stumbling all the way to the cellar.
    He called for her, but his voice was lost with the wind howling.
    Blister was only halfway across the yard when she managed to get inside and shut the door.
    He stopped, clenching his fists to dispel the adrenaline.
    Well, okay. She was safe. He saw it with his own eyes. He should leave now.
    But one look at the sky told him that wasn’t happening. It was ominous. A swirling mass that was only visible by the shot of electricity that lit everything, confusing night with day for a solitary second before turning it all black again.
    Even if he made it back to the truck, he wouldn’t make it to the big house before this motherfucker hit.
    He looked at Annie’s shelter. Damn it. It was a horrible option, but he had no other choice.
    Blister ran, dodging fallen branches, until he reached the door of the shelter. She wouldn’t hear if he knocked, so he just yanked the thing open, hoping like hell he wouldn’t scare her too badly.
    He hurried down the steps, securing the door as he went. Slowly, he turned around.
    His angel sat huddled on a small bench, blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her eyes were wide, but she didn’t look scared. Just surprised.
    “Hi,” he said, glancing away. She was like the sun. You couldn’t look for too long.
    “Hi.”
    Silence stretched between them, with only the wind whistling and the rain pattering on the vent.
    “You’re one of the dogs right? Blister?”
    His chest tightened when she spoke his name. She knew who he was.
    But of course she did. She was friends with Ella and Punk. She knew who all the dogs were.
    “Yeah,” he grumbled, keeping his right side turned away. “Came to check on you, but the storm is too bad for me to get back to the club.”
    “I don’t think we’ve officially met.” She smiled with her hand outstretched. “I’m Annie.”
    What was she doing?
    She looked pointedly at her own hand which hung between them like offering waiting to be accepted.
    Wait… she wanted him to shake it? She wanted to touch him?
    He couldn’t. No, she was too good and he couldn’t chance ruining her with even a small cordial touch. And his wolf wanted so much more than