COYOTE SAVAGE

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Author: KRIS NORRIS
Tags: EROTIC PARANORMAL
a shaky breath, holding the rifle at her waist as she watched them tilt their heads
    and yip. Something in their eyes looked familiar, but she couldn’t seem to place it. She bridged
    her weight on one hand and pushed to her feet, the rifle still aimed in the direction of the two
    canines, but when she tried to back away, pain buckled her leg, and she slammed down on one
    knee.
    The darker coyote took a step forward, a gust of wind rippling its coat. It was beautiful,
    with varying shades of brown across its back and a pure white bib along its neck. Its long ears
    twitched when she whimpered. Then it lowered its head and the sound of bones popping and
    joints creaking lit the air. She stared at the animal, unable to move as its body shifted, its thick
    fur slowly fading into sinewy muscles and taut skin. Paws gave way to hands and feet, and the
    tail disappeared on a gentle swoosh.
    Bright amber eyes stared back at her, the familiar gleam stealing her breath. She could
    only stare as Caden uncurled his body and moved to her side, gathering her in his arms. She
    glanced over his shoulder, drawing a harsh breath when the other animal shimmered into the
    mist, leaving Talon crouched in the snow. Naked.
    “God damn it. That fucking cat scratched her.”
    Rebecca reluctantly shifted her gaze back to Caden, the worry in his voice confusing her.
    What the hell was he talking about? She was fine, just tired and apparently hallucinating. That’s
    why she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. Talon was at her side by the time she blinked
    back the fuzzy images.
    He lifted part of her jacket aside. “Only one of the cuts is deep. The rest are pretty
    superficial. But she’s losing blood, and after being out in the cold all day, her body is sure to be
    weakened. We need to get her out of here.”
    Caden nodded and picked her up as he turned to face his brother. “You should go ahead
    and get the first-aid kit and blankets ready. And warm up the truck. If she’s not already in shock,
    she will be.”
    Talon gave her a tight smile then bolted off, morphing back into the gray coyote in midstride. She watched him bound through the snow, certain she was losing her mind. A hysterical
    giggle bubbled free. She had to be dreaming. She must have fallen asleep in the Jeep after
    wading for hours through the thigh-high snow. There was no other explanation.
    Caden glanced down at her, jostling her in his arms as he pulled her close. The change in
    position flung her hands against his chest, and she couldn’t hold back a moan as her fingers
    connected with strong, taut muscles covered by smooth, honey-kissed skin. She swept her gaze
    upwards, taking in the sleek ridge of his shoulder and the sensuous spot where his neck met his
    jaw. A shadow of stubble followed the strong line, and she had the sudden urge to run her tongue
    along the rough skin.
    Conflicting realities tumbled in her head, and she squinted at him, trying to maintain
    some focus. “If this isn’t a dream, then what the hell is going on?”
    Caden flashed her a wicked smile as he started off across the snow, one hand gripped
    around her back as the other cradled her legs. “Do you want it to be a dream?”
    “It’s the only sane answer.”
    “Sane, maybe, but not the only answer.”
    A mixture of fear and excitement warred inside her, and she wasn’t certain which one she
    wanted to win. “Do you actually expect me to believe you and Talon can—can…”
    “Can shift our physical form between that of a human man and that of an overly large
    coyote?” He shrugged. “It might sound crazy, but it’s the truth.”
    Rebecca shook her head, repeatedly chanting I’m not crazy under her breath.
    Caden only chuckled. “No, darling, you’re not crazy. But you are losing a fair amount of
    blood, and if we don’t get you back to the ranch and stitched up, you aren’t going to feel much of
    anything for a while.”
    “Blood? Stitched up? What the hell are you talking
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