Sea Wolf Magick (Highlander Magick Series Book 2) Read Free

his head as he lifted the shawl from the ground and gripped the soft material between his fingers.
    A woman’s heartbeat drummed in his ears, her scent intoxicating his mind. His muscles tensed and his nostrils flared in response. The blood raced through his veins like an out-of-control forest fire. Quinn struggled to keep his wolf spirit from surfacing and his animal hormones from raging.
    Dark clouds rolled overhead. Lightning lit up the sky, illuminating showers of bright rays outlining the slender shape of a voluptuous woman kneeling on the wet ground in front of a lone fireplace out in the open. Her soaked clothes clinging to her body, she sat staring at her hands, which were covered in mud. Another crack of lightning clapped through the nearby rows of trees, and a gust of wind scattered leaves everywhere.
    Och. This woman ’tis no concern of mine. ’Tis a clan brother in need of me help. The full moon began to rise behind the shadows of dark clouds. His hands clutched into fists by his sides. The woman still did not move. She must be either hurt or daft to stay a sittin’ target in this storm and not head for shelter.
    With time running short before his body changed into his black wolf form, his gut instinct was to turn and run in the opposite direction and forget about the lass. Before he could head back to his ship, the Sea Wolf , there were far more important matters he needed to deal with than worrying about a woman that didna’ have the common sense to get out of the rain. His conscious getting the best of him, he clenched his fists. A growl rumbled from his throat. Mo creach. I canna just leave the woman stranded in case she needs helps.
    Quinn cursed beneath his breath. Taking long strides, he headed toward the shivering, drenched damsel in distress.
    “Are ye all right, lass?” He leaned over, his hand stopping in midair before it reached her shoulder. Like entering a cold, dark room with flickering candles, a soothing warmth of soft, glowing white lights radiated from her body.
    His inner beast made an immediate connection with the stranger and was struggling for release. Natural instinct kicked in full force, making its intention perfectly clear. It was determined to make this particular woman its lifelong mate. Quinn fought the urgency of his inner wolf trying to take control of his body. They were here to offer refuge to another wolf shapeshifter, not to find a mate.
    Like claws ripping at his chest, he gritted his teeth, his nails scratching his palms as his hands clenched in fists. Taking deep breaths, his muscles tightened, and his spine rippled. He scowled at the moon, realizing he didn’t have much time to help this beguiling woman.
    Struggling to keep his wits, Quinn concentrated on giving the stranger her shawl. He strolled toward her and held the lacey garment in front her face. “I believe this belongs to you. Are ye hurt, lass? Can ye walk?”
    The wind picked up, whipping strands of lavish, dark hair that covered her face. She wiped the wet locks from her eyes as she leaned back and glanced up at him. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she regarded him curiously for a moment. A shadow of surprise flashed across her face.
    He sensed her uneasiness, but time was running short. “Ye need to hurry and get home, lass.”
    The attractive young woman shoved her hand inside her apron. She clutched a scroll inside her trembling fingers and held it against her chest. Her voice was barely a whisper when she finally spoke, “It’s you.”
    “I dinna know who you think I am, lass, but I’m afraid ’tis not the time for proper introductions. Ye need to get as far away from here as possible.” His blood raging through his veins, he glanced over his shoulder at the line of trees. He had little time to make a dart for the woods before he shifted and his wolf took control.
    His nostrils flared, picking up the scent of another lone wolf. He turned and helped the woman to her feet. Her piercing blue