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

the lock, her imagination running wild as she realized the man was trying to open it with some sort of lock pick.
    What the hell was going on?
    She wrote this shit in her books. She didn’t fucking live it!
    Anger surged through her, thankfully overriding the catatonia caused by her fear. She briefly considered opening the front door and demanding an answer, but the wolf kept pushing her toward the back room, and she finally realized that running was probably a better choice. If she could make it into the tree line she could disappear into the forest. At this moment she far preferred the idea of curling up in a wolves’ den than hanging around to see what these intruders wanted.
    She nearly screamed as she turned to the glass door of the back veranda and found the silver wolf growling at two of the biggest snakes she’d ever seen. She was still deciding what to do when the front door swung open.

Chapter Four
     
    Sogarn watched the two men strip off their clothes as they reached the back veranda of Wendy’s home. Almost before they changed shape, he attacked. Snake-shifters were nothing to muck around with. They were here looking for Polly, of that there was absolutely no doubt. Chances were they wouldn’t even recognize him or Donovan as werewolves in wolf form, but snake-shifters weren’t known for their discretion. They’d likely kill Wendy if she got between them and their target. If they were still looking for him forty-four years later, whatever Polly had done to piss off the people who’d hired professional assassins, it was unlikely they would stop coming now. Thwarting them today was only going to piss them off even more.
    Sogarn growled and stepped onto the veranda just as two massive snakes turned toward him.
     
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    Donovan had no time to try and help his lover. He turned to the front door as it swung open and frantically tried to decide on his best course of action. If the shifter about to come into the house was as big a snake as the two on the back porch, he was in serious trouble. The only chance he had of protecting Wendy…and, oh yeah, Polly…was to attack first. He rushed toward the front door just as the snake poked its head around the doorframe. He dived at it, teeth first, grabbing the top of its massive head in his jaws. The snake whipped its body toward him, thankfully miscalculating and slamming itself into the doorframe, giving Donovan a chance to bite down harder, his canine teeth crunching through bone and muscle.
    The shifter’s body twisted and flexed, instinctively trying to pry itself loose as Donovan felt the consciousness draining out of it. He bit down harder, not wanting to kill it but not willing to let go either. He never enjoyed killing—even in wolf form where the instinct seemed to come more naturally—but in a kill-or-be-killed situation, he preferred to be the one who survived.
    The snake’s body was still writhing, instinctively fighting even though it was stunned and unconscious when Donovan let go and turned his attention back to Wendy and Polly. The snake shifter would probably recover quickly—even a skull-crunching bite was only a temporary distraction for these damn shifters—but it would hopefully give them a chance to leave without being followed.
    Wendy stood on the back veranda, her face as white as a sheet, her hands trembling even though the rest of her seemed frozen to the spot. A small-caliber rifle clattered in her grip.
    She gasped, stumbling backward as Donovan morphed into human form, opened the back door, and stepped onto the veranda. He’d been half expecting to find his lover suffocating from the death grip of two oversized pythons, but instead he found two snakes, both unconscious from bullet wounds to their heads, wrapped around his lover’s wolf form. He held his breath until he noticed Sogarn’s tail thumping halfheartedly against the ground. He was down but not out.
    Donovan thanked every deity—shifter and human—that he’d