Timber Valley Pack: Lynx On The Loose( A Paranormal Romance With Shifters) Read Online Free PDF

or kill us. You have to sound tough. It’s Internet Survival 101.”
                  “Duh,” Sally added helpfully.
    “You knew all the Hobo code words!” she protested.
    “My parents were Hobos. Or they are Hobos. They might be dead.”
    “But…” her voice trailed off. “What happened? How long has it been since you’ve seen them?”
    He shrugged indifferently. “I’ve been on my own since I was ten.  They took off for different parts of the country.” At Isadora’s horrified look, he added “My uncle’s coming to get us. I’ve stayed with him before. I don’t mind being alone, but with Sally here, I was thinking it might be a good idea to have a grownup around for a while.”
    “What happened the last time you stayed with him?”
    “He left for a week to take a construction job.  After he left, some humans set up camp near where our group was hanging out, so we left, and I couldn’t get in touch with him again. He’s kind of a technophobe. He stays off grid, never goes in the chat rooms.”
    Isadora didn’t think that the uncle sounded that great, but who was she to interfere?  And what better options could she offer? She was on the run from every shifter law enforcement agency in existence.
    “What about you?” Isadora asked the young girl, with dismay.
    “My father’s dead, and my stepfather’s a stupid asshole who hit me all the time,” the girl shrugged.
    “Language!” Then Isadora nearly fell over. Dear God, she’d actually just sounded a tiny bit like her mother when she said that, which was literally a fate worse than death.
    “Sorry. He’s a jerk. Last year we were at a camp with a bunch of other Hobos and my stepfather hit me in the head because I tripped and spilled his can of beer, and Thomas had just come to the camp, and he jumped on him and bit his shoulder, and my stepfather threw him across the clearing, so I stabbed him with a spear.”
    “Oh. Good for you.” Isadora’s eyes widened with surprise and a new respect.
    “I was going to kill him before that, but my mom kept begging me not to,” Sally shrugged.
    Apparently Savageslayer was not an inaccurate internet handle for Sally. “Did he die when you speared him?”
    “I don’t know.  Me and Thomas ran for it. We never heard from him again. My mother didn’t try to find me.” Her voice sounded wistful when she said that.
    “Well, at least you’ve got Thomas.” Isadora found herself blinking hard. Allergies. Damn it, it was allergies! She didn’t have a soft or sentimental bone in her body.
    “Yeah, he’s better than any mother,” Sally said, cheering up.
    “So, is Pyotr at the camp?” Isadora had wanted to join up with this specific group of Hobos because of information that her superiors had passed down to her – information about a man from Korslovia.
    They’d had Isadora looking all over the country for any shifters from that country.  By asking around on all the Hobo boards, she’d finally tracked him down – and was surprised to find that he frequently hung out at the Hobo camp that was located only a couple of hours from Lonesome Pine.
    “He doesn’t live at the camp.  He stays in some caves nearby.  He’s kind of paranoid and crazy. Something happened to him in some war, or something,” Thomas said.
    A science laboratory, actually, but Thomas didn’t need to know about that, or all the things that had been done to the shifters there.  From what Isadora had heard about the laboratory, it was amazing that he had any scraps of sanity left.
    She could only hope that he’d be able to give her what she needed.
    “We can take you to him tomorrow. Early is best, because he heads out in the morning to hunt,” Thomas said.
    That worked for Isadora. She needed to catch up on some sleep anyway.
    She fished around in her purse and pulled out a pack of wet wipes. “Wash your faces and hands,” she said, tossing the pack to Thomas.
    “What!” Thomas let out an indignant