Heat Rising: A KinKaid Wolf Pack Story Read Online Free PDF

about her. Something had gone terribly wrong, and Evin was prepared to kill or destroy whatever or whoever was involved.
    The location in her vision—the fence—it had to be the Gregorson border. What the hell had they done? And what did it have to with her?
    She reached down and snagged her towel from the tile, her hand trembling. Quickly, she wrapped it around her, sniffed, and snatched her toothbrush from its holder. On autopilot, Rosa finished her morning routine. She would give anything to know how far in the future the events would occur. That was the suckiest part of her gift. What visions did invade her brain could be happening now or months in the future. And sometimes there were no images at all, only feelings—a sense of wrongness.
    Not that knowing when and where would do a damn bit of good. What was to come would come. At least that was how it had always been in the past no matter how hard she’d tried to change the future. Her mind rolled back to the precious little black puppy she’d found wandering the grounds behind her family home when she was twelve. White spots had dotted each of his floppy ears. He’d felt so soft and warm curled up in her arms beneath her covers. She couldn’t keep the corners of her mouth from lifting at the memory. Then the distant sound of brake’s squealing punched through from the recesses of her mind and battered away her smile.
    Rosa had tried to stop it. She’d seen his lifeless body more than once in her dreams, and because of those night terrors, every day when she’d left for school, Rosa had secured Pebbles in a small kennel. He was safe. Protected from the wheels of any vehicle. She’d been certain there was no way her nightmare would come true.
    But one afternoon she’d been late arriving home from class. Rosa had run to her family’s house, a sense of dread swelling behind her breastbone only to find it was too late. Her mother, concerned for Pebbles, had released him from his cage to relieve himself. Excited, Pebbles had run away and directly into the path of a truck.
    Even now, grief welled, a hard knot in the back of her throat, and Rosa’s chin shook under its demand for release. No! She spun and cried out into the emptiness of her bedroom, helpless rage forcing sadness to retreat. A walk down memory lane wasn’t going to do her any good. Action. That was her only hope. No matter what the past had taught her, she had to do something—anything other than sitting back and allowing some imminent horror overtake her. An impotent damsel in distress was a title she would never wear.
     
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    Kaleb cupped his hands under the running water and splashed his face once more with the frigid liquid. “Shit!” he hissed. Even at the end of summer, the water in the Pacific Northwest never lost its chilly edge. He shoved his hair back and stared at the dark shadow of whiskers along his jaw. Yeah. He really should shave, but his head throbbed, the nasty aftereffect of tossing one too many back the night before. “The hell with it.” Kaleb grabbed the hand towel from the ring by the sink, flipped the light switch off, and shuffled toward his room.
    After pulling on a pair of low-riding sweats, socks, and a T-shirt, Kaleb headed to his closet for a pair of sneakers. He yanked on the handle but noticed his boots were blocking the doorway. When had he left those there? Kaleb palmed the black pair when the image of Landry’s face flashed before his mind’s eye. Not just the kind of mental snapshot of his mug beside him at a bar or next to him in Kaleb’s car, but an up close and personal sort of visual as if they were about to…
    He dropped his boots, the thick soles resonating a solid thud against the wood—the sound matching the one inside his head with every beat of his heart.
    It was all coming back to him. Not in a flood of details, but flashes of the night before were emerging at full speed.
    Landry had followed Kaleb inside. He’d been drunk on his ass,