Howling Passion (Paranormal Alpha Werewolf Shifter Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

on the wind.  This was something different.  It had to be the White Stag of Lycanthus.  It just had to be.
     
    I crossed over to the opposite bank, coming up onto the snow.  I sniffed at the air, but there was nothing.  I lapped at the water again, and although it was faint, that same taste was there.  My heart pounded with excitement, and I charged off upstream as fast as I could.
     
    Where are you going? Connor’s voice echoed in my head.
     
    I stopped and looked back.  Connor was on top of a rocky outcrop a couple hundred yards into the forest, looking down at me.  His ears were up, and his blue eyes glowed with curiosity.  I ignored him, spun around and continued upstream.  I didn’t understand it.  Again he had been able to communicate with me without eye contact or touch.
     
    I put it out of my mind and ran along the stream.  The White Princes and the four grays  were about a mile ahead on the other side.  I was slowly running them down, and it would only take me another few minutes to catch up.  I lost sight of them for a moment as the stream curved around to the right.  As I rounded the bend, I saw them disappear behind some steep boulders as the stream flicked back the other way half a mile farther on.
     
    A small tributary came down from the mountain to my right before the main stream curled back around to the left.  It was only about ten feet wide, and I could have easily jumped it.  Instead, I stopped, and lapped at the cool water.  There was nothing at first.  I was breathing too heavily to really take it in.  I calmed myself and lapped again.
     
    Recognizing the foreign taste, I left the main stream and followed the tributary up into the mountain.  The climb was steep in places, and I was forced to wade up through the water to get past obstacles and impassable gorges.  At one point, I even had to transform back into my human form to climb up through a waterfall. 
     
    It was only about twenty-five feet tall, and the water wasn’t  too strong.  But it was freezing, and the rocks were incredibly slippery.  The icy flow poured down over me, almost burning my skin with the cold.  My nipples were so painfully hard, I thought they would burst.  And as for the frigid water quelling my lust, it somehow made it worse.
     
    I finally got over the rim and into the upper part of the stream.  It was waist deep and flowed much slower than down below the waterfall.  I started to shiver, and quickly transformed back into my wolf form.  My thick double coat of black fur instantly protected me from the cold.  I climbed out of the water onto the left bank and shook myself dry.
     
    Immediately, I was overcome with my own scent.  My climb up through the waterfall had washed away all traces of the versipelli.  Oh shit , I thought.  Now any animal downwind of me for miles could tell I was in heat.  The only thing I had going for me was that the air was relatively still in under the thick cover of spruces.
     
    I stalked forward under the trees, keeping the lightly gurgling stream twenty feet or so to my right.  The snow hadn’t managed to settle on the ground up here either.  I watched my footing, careful not to snap any twigs, my pace just fast enough to stay ahead of my own wafting aroma. 
     
    The odor caused my heart to quicken.  I sniffed at the air and picked up the scent.  The unmistakable smell of humans.  But there was something else.  That unusual scent was mixed amongst it.  The White Stag was close.
     
    I could make out the glow of snow on the ground past the edge of the tree line.  There was a clearing up ahead, fifty feet farther on.  More than just the scent of two humans, a male and a female, both in their forties, I could sense their excitement, their awe.  Silently padding forward, I managed to see slivers of a yellow dome tent in the clearing on the far side of a small, crackling campfire.  But it wasn’t until I got to the tree line that I saw the White