Wendy's Wild Wolves [Shy River Pack 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF Page A

something very intimidating about the three men. Something felt off, almost like they were trying to give the impression that they were somehow important and that their authority should be respected. Unnerved by the fact that, parrot and wolf aside, she was very much alone on this mountain, Wendy suddenly didn’t care who they were. She wasn’t opening the door. Even if they were visiting on an official, governmental, high-protocol, military, homeland security, future-of-the-nation reason, she still wasn’t opening the damn door.
    They could go away and try calling her first. Or sending a letter. Or, hell, visiting someone else.
    She could feel the fur bristling on the wolf’s neck, his agitation perhaps a direct reflection of her own. She held a finger over her lips, not even stopping to wonder why she would think a wolf and a cockatoo would understand what she meant, but still very grateful for their silence.
    Later she planned to ponder over why a noisy, demanding cockatoo would suddenly be as quiet as a church mouse, but for now she’d just concentrate on not hyperventilating.
    As the man stepped onto her front veranda, she moved closer to the front door and crouched low, worried that he might see her shape if he looked through the front window. The curtain was quite a thick lace pattern, but she wasn’t taking any chances. Thanks heavens she’d had the foresight to have the original door replaced with solid oak and a deadlock after her ex’s last visit.
    The loud, thumping knock made her jump. The wolf bared its teeth but thankfully didn’t make a sound as it moved itself between her and the man on the other side of her door. Polly shuffled along her shoulder, pushing his head closer to her neck as if he somehow hoped to hide inside her hair.
    “Ms. Roberts,” the man yelled through the front door. “I’m Special Agent Chaucer. We need to speak with you on a matter regarding your father.”
    Special agent? FBI? CIA? NSA? Why would anyone want to talk to her about a man who’d been dead since she was four years old?
    Perhaps they’d just mistaken her for someone else. The man thumped on the wooden door again and repeated the exact same words in the exact same tone and inflection. It was probably easiest just to open the door, explain that she wasn’t who they were looking for, and send them on their way. She certainly didn’t want to go through this over and over. And if she had to guess, she’d say they looked like the patient types. She could literally be stuck sitting at her front door, too scared to move, for the next several hours.
    Just as she made her decision to get things over with, she heard the man turn and step off the veranda, apparently heading back to the car. She risked a peek out the window. Wendy didn’t hear what he said, but the wolf beside her bristled even more in what seemed to be a direct response to the man’s words.
    Shit, she really needed to stop imagining her animals had human personalities. It was bad enough that she’d let a wild wolf into her house. She shouldn’t be interpreting its actions with human emotions in mind. She reached a hand out to comfort the wolf but at the last moment changed her mind. Even pet dogs had a tendency to snap at their owners when they were this agitated. There was no telling what a wild wolf might do if she touched it now.
    Suddenly the wolf turned to her, leaning its shoulders against her, pushing her back away from the door. Frightened by the wolf’s reaction, Wendy shuffled away, her breath catching as she noticed the man heading back toward her front door as the two others moved around the side of the house.
    She was half expecting the door to burst open, the terror of that actually happening three months ago combining with the fear she had right now almost leaving her catatonic. The wolf kept pushing her backward, its agitation growing as the man stood silently on the other side of her door. She could hear something scratching inside