Kingwood Pack 3 Mated to the Billionaire Werewolf Mina Carter

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At least now they had a chance. As long as the lycans didn t spot them crouched behind the trees.
Thankfully the robe she wore was black so it merged into the shadows, but her legs were so pale they
practically glowed in the little moonlight. There was no way anyone looking toward them would miss
her. She tried to fold them beneath her without making a sound, but she must have because Isabella
whipped her head around and bared her teeth in warning.
Eva stopped moving instantly, eyes closed as she began to pray again. Shivers hit her, the cold
breeze that had been pleasant when it reached tendrils into a warm house was less so now she was
out in the wild. Resisting the urge to rub her hands up and down her arms in case the movement
attracted the attention of the two men walking silently down the path a few feet away. She closed her
eyes.
Something made her concentrate on her breathing and her heartbeat, her consciousness reaching
inside& where it touched something. Something she hadn t noticed before. A quietness like a deep
pool in the middle of the forest, its surface serene and untainted by ripples. It reached up and
enveloped her. Warmth followed and she was no longer cold. Instead, she felt like she was wrapped
in her very own fur coat. So real was the feeling that she had to open her eyes and look down to make
sure all she wore was the same robe she d left the house in.
Yeah, definitely the same one.
Come on, we need to move before they come back. Taking her hand, Isabella pulled her to her
feet and then they were running again.
I thought you were on guard? Eva asked, hard pushed to keep up with the woman s fast pace.
Where did they come from?
I was, but we work in shifts. They were from the takeover shift.
There was no further chance for conversation. They worked their way deeper into the forest. As
the trees became more closely packed and the shadows got deeper, Eva s apprehension grew. She
had left the safety of the house and was now in the forest with a female wolf who if not hated her,
actively disliked her. How dumb was that?
A bird screeched overhead and she jumped, squeaking. Isabella slowed the pace with a chuckle.
Relax. It s just a bird. There are some owl shifters in the local area.
Eva nodded, looking back the way they d come. She couldn t see any sign of the house now, but
instead of feeling bereft and cut off from civilization, she felt connected to nature in a way she never
had before. If she closed her eyes, she could feel everything around her: the branches of the trees
swaying gently above her in the breeze, the grass growing under her feet& smell rain in the air and
the shampoo Isabella used last. Strawberry. The slight breeze lifted the edge of the robe and ruffled
her fur& wait, what?
Her eyes snapped open, bringing her back to reality with a bump. Buildings rose out of the
darkness ahead and Isabella s pace slowed. They looked like garages, but there was no drive wide
enough for cars leading up to them. Just the single path through the trees they d used. Eva frowned,
she didn t remember any mention of garages out here, but the buildings looked new so it was possible
they d been built after she and her family left the estate.
Who s there? A shadow detached itself from the shadows of the buildings and Eva s heart
nearly stopped. There was a guard here as well.
Isabella dropped her hand with a snarl and leaped for the guard. He managed a strangled cry as
the female hit him in the middle of the chest and he fell backward. The back of his head hit the wall
with a sickening crunch, but that was nothing compared to the wet, meaty sound of fangs tearing
through skin as Isabella tore his throat out. Eva looked away, her hand over her mouth. She was going
to be sick.
Movement registered in the corner of her eye and she swung around. Davie stepped around the
corner. Hello, Eva.
She froze. A chill rolled from the top of her head down her spine. She should be pleased to see
her brother, but every instinct she had screamed at her to run. A memory of Davie saying the exact
same flickered across her mind, but it hadn t been here. They d been inside somewhere& Then it
was gone and she refocused on Davie.
But not Davie. There was something odd about him. Something off. He was as dirty as she d
expect after being a prisoner of the vampires, then held by the lycans, but it was like the dirt was a
layer above his skin, which seemed too smooth, too clean somehow.
He turned to Isabella, who rose to her feet. You took your time. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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