Rescued by Her Wolves (Paranormal Werewolf Menage Steamy Romance) Read Free

bolted back inside, throwing the door shut and bolting it, and took a few steps back before the door slammed hard. Banging against the bolt, I could see the frame starting to crack, and realized too late that it wasn’t going to hold.
     
    Turning and fleeing for the stairs, I made it up a couple before the sound of cracking, splintering wood rocketed into the night. With an inhuman screech, the monster came, racing towards the stairs and bellowing as it lunged upwards towards me. I shrieked as I turned a corner at the top, throwing myself into a bedroom and slamming the door shut. Luckily, there was a closet, and I slammed the shutter as I hid, trembling and holding my breath as I waited for my inevitable death.
     
    I heard the creature’s toenails clattering across the floorboards as it stomped about, breaking down doors and stalking me. It didn’t see which room I ran into , I thought to myself with a slight hint of victory. But I wasn’t out of the woods yet, in a manner of speaking.
     
    Another door broke down, and hen another; I realized that it was in the room. Through the wooden slats of the closet door, I could see the shadows move as the creature clicked closer, growling long and low from the bottom of its lungs. I heard another noise…sniffing…
     
    The light was blotted out from in front of me. With a sudden burst, the door was reduced to splinters in front of me, and I covered my face and shrieked as the werewolf loomed, ready to cut me down…
     
    WHAM! It was slammed into the wall with enough force to rattle everything around me. I looked up to see the naked, muscular form of Randall, standing directly in front of me. With the tightest, most incredible ass a man could have, he had put himself between the murderous creature and myself, standing his ground with complete confidence.
     
    “You will not harm this woman,” he spoke menacingly, before releasing a tremendous growl from his chest. The werewolf clamored to its paws, hulking above my savior before releasing its own roar, apparently defiantly demanding otherwise.
     
    The werewolf lunged for me, and Randall shot forward, grabbing it around the waist. In a tremendous volley, they fought it out in front of me, and Randall met its fearsome swipes with dexterous dodges before countering with mighty blows from his fists. Ducking away from the creature, he let loose a battle roar before launching himself at it, grabbing around its throat and riding it out of the room. I heard the fracas move towards the staircase before the truly vicious sounds of them duking it out as they rolled down the stairs.
     
    Unable to resist, I fled to the rail, watching them on the first floor. The other two raced into the house, both in their wolf forms, and their still-human leader snarled as they all closed in on the cornered werewolf, ready to pounce at the creature…
    I felt the wood beneath my foot give way – likely from the weight of the creatures fighting across the hallway, and threw an arm out to steady myself. Unfortunately, I couldn’t grasp the railing in time, and my head smacked hard against the wall as I crumpled to the ground, everything going black around me.
     
    ~
     
    When I woke up, I realized I was on the couch downstairs. Panicking and lunging up to a seated position, Randall quickly urged me back down, his warm smile pulling into view.
     
    “There, there, nothing to fear…it’s all taken care of.”
     
    “Is it?” I turned, gazing at him as I held my head in a hand. “But the…the creature, I remember there was a…”
     
    “The werewolf? He’s been taken of,” the shifter reassured me. “He’s locked up in the basement. Knocked out. Just like you were. He transformed back into a man, and without the light of the moon, he won’t be able to assume his less friendly form again. For good measure, we chained the temperamental bastard up. He won’t hurt you again.”
     
    “I…see…” I murmured, resting for a moment. “You