Moon Crossed (Werewolf Hunter Series): Season 1 (Episodes 1-6) (Crescent Hunter) Read Online Free PDF

with warning.
    “I get that.”
He gives Trevor an innocuous smile, then flashes me a sly one,
arching his brows.
    I purse my lips. “Thank
you for protecting me from the big bad wolf.” I've handled many
a wolf in my day and I'm sure this guy is no different.
    “Hey Cole,”
Rabbit comes out and gives him a hug; Cole's giant frame completely
swallows Rabbit's slender body.
    “It's been a
minute. How've you been?” Cole asks, patting him on the back to
retract from the hug.
    “Busy with
school. How about you?” Rabbit asks with his hand on Cole's
shoulder.
    He holds up his hand
but obscures two fingers. “Same as always, rough day at the
lumber yard.”
    We all exchange a
laugh. Mine perhaps a little nervous.
    The back porch fills
with the boys, everyone pulling up a chair. I don't mind, really,
even though I usually come out here for solitude. It's also nice when
it becomes a place for jokes and good times. Balances things out, I
guess.
    Lili drags a rocker
over next to me and leans in while looking at the boys. “Seriously,
how is it that you live with all these hotties and don't care?”
    “You're so
ridiculous.” I can't help but watch Cole kick Tor out of one of
the more comfortable chairs and drag it over to sit directly across
from me in the circle, as though he's claiming a position.
    Lili tracks my gaze.
“Oh, except maybe that one?”
    I rattle my head to
snap out of watching him. I don't know why it's so fascinating. The
way he lights a cigarette, but I note every motion. How he pulls it
out of the pack, lights it with his fancy flip-top lighter, and
inhales the first delicious puff of smoke seductively. He's making me
want one.
    Claire? Stop it. I hear Locke's voice in my head. I search for where he is in the
circle and give him a questioning look, quirking one eyebrow. Just
trust me, stop.
    Stop what? I
shrug innocently.
    He really is the big
bad wolf. He tilts his chin down in seriousness.
    And I'm Red Riding
Hood? I cock my head, pursing my lips. Cole seems pretty
harmless, but I'm captivated by his mannerisms and listening to the
charm of his country accent.
    I'm more concerned
about the way he's looking at you like you're the picnic basket. Locke's eyes widen.
    Oh please, that's so
not how he's looking at me. He's made it pretty clear I'm not
his type. My ass is too big. He's already said he prefers rail-thin
girls; that, I am not. I try not to let the disappointment bleed
through on my face.
    Just be careful. He concedes, since he knows I can take care of myself.
    K Dad. I wink at
him and smile.
    When there's a slight
lull in the conversation, I lean forward toward Cole and ask, “Where
did you come from?”
    Everyone turns to me
like I just asked him to tell me the meaning of life. I take a second
to mull it over and decide for some reason this needs more
clarification. “Like, how do you know the boys?”
    He smiles and oh God
his eyes sparkle with intensity. He takes a drag from his cigarette,
preparing to answer, but Trevor answers for him. “Oh, Cole
transferred from Tallulah High the year after you graduated.”
    That high school is
just across town. “Ah, that explains why we haven't met.”
There's an uneasiness that shows in him for a split second. “Why
did you transfer? Did you move?”
    Trevor interjects
before Cole is able to speak. “No, he had to transfer because
he ran through all the pussy that would have him over there.”
    Everyone in the circle
laughs except for me and Cole. I look at him in a new light, pinning
him with a judgmental stare. “Is that so?”
    Trevor answers for him
again. “Hell yeah, Cole's like a hero, and lucky for him he
only had two more years of high school when he transferred.” He
lowers his voice slightly before adding, “It's a small school.”
    Cole shifts in his seat
uncomfortably as he gauges my reaction. He wants to be proud of his
prowess, but not here, not in front of me. I decide it may be time
for a little dig, put this cocky bastard