Howl My Name (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Grayslake Book 5) Read Online Free PDF Page A

stretch of the imagination.
    Eventually the man faced him entirely and Reid glared. Fisting his hands, he stomped toward the male and he resisted the urge to punch the werebear in the face. Barely. “Asher, what are you doing here?” Reid’s palms stung as his claws pricked his skin. “What the hell—”
    The clatter of metal on stone cut him off and his attention immediately snapped to Evelyn. “Woman!”
    He abandoned Asher. He’d kick the bastard bear’s ass later. All the way back to his hometown in Grayslake. For now, he was forgotten and Reid focused on Evelyn, on the pan that’d clattered to the counter and sent cookies scattering over the island. “What the fuck?”
    She reached for them, thin shirt pulling taut on her back and droplets of blood slowly staining the fabric. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and stopped her from snatching the obviously oven-hot dessert. “What are you doing?”
    She gasped and tugged, attempting to break free. Her wide-eyed gaze collided with his, her light brown irises flickering midnight as her bear rushed forward and then retreated just as quickly.
    “Reid,” she sighed and relaxed, no longer fighting him.
    And that was all it took to calm his wolf; the soft whisper of his name from her bow-shaped lips. The animal damn near purred in response to her voice, her nearness. Pussy beast.
    It didn’t disagree.
    “Evie,” he murmured and softened his voice. “What are you doing? I left you in bed with Simone to recover. My orders were clear. Lock the doors and heal. No one in or out until I got back.”
    He’d managed to take that time before he rushed out the door after Ezekiel. Spared fifteen minutes to shout for Simone, get Evie settled and under the care of her younger sister before he bolted. It’d been a dick move—the woman needed him—but his wolf overwhelmed him with the need for vengeance, for blood. His beast was consumed with a killing rage and it demanded he chase Zeke.
    He’d done the best he could at the time. Secured her, ensured she was healing, and then hunted the last bastard who’d hurt her.
    Ezekiel disappeared after crossing the stream that bordered the northern edge of the clan lands using the water to mask his retreat. He would have continued if he had others with him, but alone, there was no way he could find the new trail and follow it to the end.
    So he’d returned… to this.
    “Evelyn,” she whispered back and she trembled, her free hand coming to delicately rest atop his. Her fingers drew circles on his flesh, drawing his attention down, and making their differences abundantly clear. That one snapshot was enough to tell him Evie—the name Evelyn was too pretentious—wasn’t his concern.
    Even if the wolf craved her. Even if the wolf howled for her. Even if the wolf…
    She was pureness and light, her hands unblemished by destruction and death. Reid was… everything she wasn’t.
    Damn. For the first time since Terrence took Reid into the clan, he wished his therapy would have been more successful. But he was still the wolf who liked to kill things, who liked to play with his prey before destroying it beyond recognition.
    “Evie, why aren’t you resting? I made sure you had protein in the fridge. Did Simone not stick around?”
    “I-I-I—” Simone’s stutters came from the opposite side of the room, the young girl curled in on herself as she sat on the counter. It was then he noticed the room’s setup and location of others.
    And the way she was positioned between them all. The males in the space were at the breakfast bar, each of them known to him—obviously ordered to leave Grayslake and come to Brookfield. Then there was Evie in the center, cooking of all things, while Simone huddled and hid while remaining in sight.
    “Reid…” Asher growled. As if Reid would hurt a child. He’d killed Patrick for—
    “It’s fine,” he snapped at the bear and then focused on the girl. “You’re fine, Simone. Your sister