Tagging Her Lynx (Alaska Lynx Clan) Read Free

lynx without giving him another look. She turned her head to
the wolf's cage, but he slept peacefully after she magically healed his body
during the attack.
    She
glared over her shoulder at the lynx. He sat staring at her exit. She wanted to
blame him for all the trouble that landed on her doorstep today. Damn it!
    She'd
have to hurry if she wanted everything in order for when the authorities came.
And they would come. She'd be lucky if she didn't lose the house and property
along with all the animals.
    "You
have no reason to worry. I've called my brothers in the clan. The authorities won't
get any farther than the end of your driveway. I can promise you that. No one
will even be aware of the attack. Your refuge is safe."
    "What're
you talking about? What will your clan do?" She smacked her forehead. "Oh
God, I'm losing it."

 
    Chapter
Two
    Muttering
to herself, Chloe marched the shoveled path to the house and slammed the door.
She fell back against it, closed her eyes, and concentrated on breathing deeply
to calm her rapid heartbeat. She found it impossible to grasp what the lynx
told her. Could he be like her?
    Not
wanting to become upset on the off chance that she changed forms, she willed
herself to relax, to forget about the cat outside. She swallowed. What if he
spoke the truth? God! What if there was someone like her who could shift from
human to animal too? She'd have a friend to talk to about the crazy shit that
has happened to her.
    Her
fingers curled, and she opened her eyes. She tilted her head and looked down,
unable to move the hand on her own. Her fingers formed the exact position of
someone holding her hand, but she stood all alone. Warmth flowed throughout the
palm. She pulled, but whatever invisible force had a hold of her wouldn't let
go.
    "Listen
to my voice. You'll be okay. I'm here to help you, protect and care for you.
Never again will you have to travel through life alone now that I'm here. I'm
your life mate, Granger. My clan lives north of here, out in the bush where no
one can find us. We guard our area and protect everyone so that our kind can go
on living. We have a few women. I think you would enjoy meeting them. We can
help you understand."
    The
hand holding hers trailed up to stroke the inside of her wrist. Her shoulders
relaxed, and she grew warm inside her outer clothes, but she didn't want to
move and undress in case the voice left. He brought a sense of belonging to her
that she hadn't felt since before…before the incident.
    "I
would love to come in, talk to you, but as you know, I'm in my cat form, and I
don't have any clothes to put on. I can promise that no harm will come to you.
I think inside you know this too, Aningan, even though no one has ever told you
before what you're hearing now. I can help you come to terms with who you are,
to celebrate our uniqueness."
    "Oh
God." She swallowed. "Can you really hear inside
my head? And why did you call me your life mate?"
    "Yes.
I've shown myself to you. From now on, we will never be apart. A continent can
separate us, but here, inside our heads, I'm only a second away. You'll never
be alone again. Paired lynx have a special bond from the very start. Our hearts
beat as one. That only happens between life mates. You know you feel the
difference." He purred. "Listen to your lynx,
Aningan. She's telling you that we belong together."
    Wondering
why he called her a by different name, she walked through the living room, down
the hall, and entered the master bedroom where her father slept when he was
alive. Unable to deal with going through his things and throwing out the
belongings she no longer needed, she kept the door closed since the day she
buried him. Out of sight, out of mind—she wasn't ready to open the wound that had
begun to scab.
    Opening
the middle dresser drawer, she removed a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt.
On the way back to the living room, she tried to wrap her head around
everything this lynx—this supposed man—told