Wolf at Her Door: BBW Paranormal Romance Read Online Free PDF

Ainsley's memory came into my mind. But she was a Drummond, so she wasn't immortal. Even if the wolf the hunters killed wasn't her, she would have died a very long time ago.
    Pinky set the files down on the seat between us. I picked up the top one, with the oldest date, but it didn't have much information on it.
    "Do you have his parents' names? Maybe I know them," I said, shrugging.
    She looked at the top sheet of one of the other files and moved her finger down the page. When she found what she was looking for, she tapped the filled box on the page.
    "No parents, but he has a sister," she said as she took the file from me and then grabbed the last file. "How did I miss this? He has a sister listed each time, but they don't share a last name. Nowadays that's not that odd, but back then it was. I wonder why we don't have a file on her. Could I have missed it?"
    She stood and started looking through an open box, pulling out files as she made room to look for others.
    "She can be part of Clan MacCulloch and not have our last name. There were a few families that still carried their old surname back when my father was chief. What's her last name?"
    "Drummond," Pinky said as she opened another box.
    Hearing the surname of my love knocked the wind out of me. I wanted to leave and forget I heard it. For a moment I thought Ainsley could still be alive, but it simply wasn't possible.
    "Drummond?" Rafael said as he grabbed one of the files we had been looking at before. "Pinky, what's her first name? I can't find it on here."
    Pinky knitted her brows as she turned away from the box and looked at Rafael. Then her gaze turned to me.
    "Did I miss something?" she asked.
    "Dammit Pinky, just tell us her name," Rafael said as he thrust the file in his hand towards her. "Bran came here because he followed a scent. He's a wolf, remember? But his mate died in the fifteen hundreds."
    "You caught her scent?" she said. "Why didn't you tell me? I don't need to look it up, I remember her name. It's hard to forget the name Ainsley."
    "It's even harder to forget the woman," I said as I shook my head. "This is too much. I have to leave. I can't take any more grief and disappointment. Someone must be using her name."
    "No, Bran," Pinky said. "I got this file last week. That means she's here. Call me crazy, but how could someone use her scent? You followed it, didn't you?"
    Pinky was right, but it didn't make any sense. How was she still alive? Everything Pinky said came together and I realized that all these years, Ainsley had been traveling with a man. Callen MacCulloch. The thief not only stole my last name, but my woman, too.
    "Where is she?" I demanded as I grabbed the files.
    I threw aside the two older ones and looked down the one Pinky received a week ago until I found an address.
    "Take me to 32 Lakeview Drive," I said, standing.
    I left the room and walked out of the house. There was no need for any other words. Rafael followed, and behind him Pinky scrambled to keep up. She jumped into Rafael's car as he put it into reverse and I followed him back onto the main road towards a newer section of town I had never been to before.
    The scent of raspberries filled the car, and I knew we were close. My heart thumped in my chest and for the first time in hundreds of years, I felt truly alive.
    Seeing the street sign ahead, my foot pressed harder on the gas. I passed Rafael and found the house, barely putting the car in park before stepping out.
    It was a small cottage-style house with a stone front that reminded me of the home she lived in with her father. The home was exactly what I would have built for her if she had become my bride. I stared at the house for a moment, inhaling the scent of raspberries I knew no one else could smell. I can't believe it, I thought. How can she still be alive?
    Rafael parked his car behind mine as I walked up to the house. I wanted to yank the door off its hinges and find my love, but I had to be civil. I didn't want to