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

here is another story.”
    The kid nibbled her lower lip. “She didn’t… She only…”
    “We’re good,” he assured her and wondered where all this kindness was coming from.
    “Uh, Reid?”
    The urge to rip Asher’s head off rushed forward and he realized he still had those homicidal urges. Good. At least he hadn’t been pussy whipped.
    Yet, the wolf assured him. Yet.
    “Shut up, Ash. I’m talking to Evie and Simone.” Not them or the women . Not strangers, not random bears he was sent to protect. Somehow, as he’d chased Ezekiel across clan lands, they’d become more. The wolf was forced to breathe their scent with each pounding step, draw it in with every gust of wind, and fill him as the blood dried on his skin.
    His.
    Wolf wanted ’em. Wolf was taking ’em.
    “Now, is one of you going to explain why Evie is baking when she should be resting?” Simone remained quiet so he focused on the woman. “Evie?”
    “Evelyn.”
    “You can keep saying that but it ain’t changing what I call you. Now answer the question.”
    It was Evie’s turn to nibble her lip and he reached for her with his free hand to cup her cheek. The tension in the room ratcheted up, the males at his back tensing. The change in the air, the slight shifting of scents told him more than one bears’ fur slid from their pores. Two years as part of the clans, working for Terrence, and still they didn’t trust him. Then he remembered he’d never given them a reason to. Focusing on the woman before him, he used his thumb to gently tug the small bit of flesh from between her teeth. It was freed and he brushed the redness, soothing whatever ache remained.
    “Evie?” he murmured. She still hadn’t answered him. If one of these assholes rolled her outta bed because they were hungry, he’d…
    “Your friends came—”
    “They’re not my friends.”
    Asher gasped. “I’m hurt.”
    They both ignored the dumb bear.
    “—and they were waiting outside the house. Ash knocked—”
    “His name’s Asher,” he snapped. He didn’t want her using cute nicknames with other males or getting close to any other shifter. It pissed off his wolf.
    “I told her to call me Ash. We’re friends, too.” He could hear the smile in Asher’s voice.
    He wondered if the bear had a death wish.
    “—yelled through the door that they were here to help you and then Terrence called and… I didn’t think it was him at first. Why would the Southeast Itan call here?”
    “Because I told him I’d resolved the problem.”
    He ignored Asher’s snort and his mumbled, “If you call murdering everyone resolved.”
    Reid continued. “And that we needed to come up with a plan to assist the clan in recovering from the twisted shit your father and uncles had going on.”
    Her eyes flickered to her bear’s and back again. “How do you know it was twisted?”
    “Evie,” he gentled his voice. “They tied you to a chair and nearly destroyed you. I caught Patrick trying to harm your sister.” Simone whimpered and he was glad he hadn’t voiced the truth. “There was no way the males treated the clan like they deserved. And the torture wasn’t limited to you two. And if it continued as long as I suspect, your clan needs bears strong enough to protect all of you.”
    “I’m sure there are some good bears in the clan already.”
    “I’m sure there are,” he quickly agreed. “But until we know who to trust, I need men like these at my back.”
    “Aw, he likes us,” Asher murmured.
    Reid was gonna gut the werebear and put his head on a pike.
    “None of what you told me explains why you’re in here baking cookies,” he kept his tone soft. The strain in her eyes was unmistakable, the stress of the day and pain etched into every line of her face.
    “He said I could trust the males he sent—that I should let his bears into the den—but I don’t know them. If I allowed strangers in the house, I refused to hide in a room with one door and one window. I