Feral Seduction (Feral Protectors 2) Read Online Free PDF

the beach. As he splashed through a shallow part of the river, a shot rang out.
    Between her thighs, his huge leg and back muscles contracted, then sprung forward as the wolf leapt to the other side. They landed on the beach. The werewolf didn’t stop or look back as he scampered up the side of the mountain.
    Behind her, she heard the man splashing through the river, but he couldn’t possibly catch them, not with the way the wolf ran.
    She clung to his back to keep from falling as the wolf continued up the mountain trail. Her legs and arms ached, but she was terrified of losing her grip. Even when he slowed his gait, she still hung on tightly.
    The wolf picked his way up a switchback trail. She couldn’t see anything over his huge head, so she looked to the side facing away from the mountain.
    She immediately wished she’d kept her eyes closed. They were on a narrow trail with a steep drop-off to the valley below. Every few feet, rocks would slide out from under the wolf’s paws and careen down the mountain.
    Images of falling to her death flashed before her eyes. Had they escaped the stalker only to die by falling off the side of a mountain?
    She had no choice but to trust the wolf. So far, he hadn’t done anything to hurt her. He’d only tried to protect her. But, he was an animal. A freak of nature. Could she trust someone, no, something like him?
    After what seemed like an eternity, the wolf’s long strides took them into a cave. He lay down in the center of the cave. She slid off his side and stood in awe as his bones cracked and receded. Fur retracted into his skin. His paws became hands and feet. His large mouth and snout morphed back into his human face.
    When he was finished, his gorgeous gray eyes stared at her. He stood naked before her. Tense, as if waiting for her to freak out. She backed away on instinct.
    “Well?” he asked, almost sheepishly.
    “You’re a—”
    “Werewolf,” he supplied.
    “How?”
    “Werewolves have existed for centuries. We hide in the forest and stay away from humans. All you do is cause trouble.” He scowled.
    “I just… I can’t believe it.”
    “Even though you saw me shift?”
    “Yes. No. I mean… I’ve heard the rumors, but I thought it was just an old wives’ tale, or something to keep kids from wandering off into the woods.”
    “We’re real. I’m real. You’re one of the few humans to ever witness a werewolf shifting.”
    She glanced around the cave. A stone dais had been carved out of the mountain and ran the length of the back wall. Furs of all shapes, sizes and colors decorated it. If she had to guess, it looked like a bed.
    A pit near the center of the room held the burnt remains of a fire. Tiny bones littered the charred area. She shuddered. Did he eat small animals here? Would he eat her?
    She noted the few gourds lying in a pile near the entrance. He probably captured water in them. The river would be too far to trek to every few hours.
    “Do you live here?”
    “No. This place actually belongs to my friend. I don’t come here, ever.” His voice dropped on the last word. There had to be a story behind that, but he didn’t seem inclined to share it and she was too afraid to ask.
    “Thank you, for saving me from that man.”
    Stryde, in all his naked glory, strode to the dais and sat on the pile of furs. When he met her wandering gaze, she blushed and looked away. He seemed totally unaware of his effect on her. Or maybe he was just being polite.
    He patted the furs beside him. “Sit down. You look like you’re about to fall over.”
    She sat on the far end of the dais and turned to face him.
    He regarded her with a grave expression. “Are you ready to tell me the truth about what’s going on?”
    She sighed. After saving her from that madman, Stryde deserved the truth. “My father killed someone. Her name was Annabelle and now her father wants revenge.”
    “Your father killed her?”
    “It was an accident. He has a drinking problem.”