Wolf on the Run: Salvation Pack, Book 3 Read Online Free PDF

nothing to worry about,” Cole told him. And Cherise realized he was telling the truth. Fighting three wolves and being injured wasn’t something he worried about. What kind of life had he lived that made such violence almost commonplace? Cherise wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
    The alpha sniffed the air and frowned. “Who is she and why have you brought an unknown female wolf here?”
    Before Cole could answer, the woman to the right of the alpha jumped out of her chair. “That can wait,” she blithely informed the alpha. “Can’t you see the poor woman’s exhausted?” She smiled at Cherise. “Welcome. Are you hungry?”
    Cherise’s eyes widened as the female with tousled blonde hair and kind blue eyes hurried forward.
    “Gwen,” the alpha began and then stopped and released a long sigh. “You might as well sit down and eat. Otherwise Gwen won’t let us have any peace.”
    Gwen shot her mate a smile and blew him a kiss. He shook his head and resumed his seat.
    Okay, this definitely wasn’t like any other pack she’d seen before. The alpha female of her former pack would never have interrupted the alpha. No one would have.
    She peered around the table at the others and found their expressions ranged from amused to indulgent. There was no anger, no derision.
    Cherise wasn’t sure what to think. None of the men were weak. She could tell that simply by looking at them. They carried themselves with too much natural confidence. And she’d seen firsthand what Cole was capable of. He’d taken on three werewolves without hesitation, and he’d won.
    Gwen wrapped one arm around Cherise’s waist. “Come on, honey. Sit down and eat something. Then you can tell us where Cole found you.”
    Cherise looked to Cole for confirmation and he inclined his head. She allowed the other woman to lead her to a chair and she sank down, grateful not to be standing any longer. She set her knapsack on the floor at her feet. Cole followed behind them and took the seat next to her.
    She released a sigh of relief. He wasn’t leaving her alone with these strangers. They were friendly, at least right now. They weren’t aware she’d potentially brought a war to their doorstep. Her welcome could be rescinded any moment.
    “Gator made French toast and fried some ham this morning.” Gwen smiled at a scary-looking dude with black hair, piercing blue eyes and myriad tattoos who sat next to Cole. “It’s really good. You should have some.” Gwen patted Cherise on the shoulder and went back to sit beside the alpha.
    Cherise hated being the center of attention. In her world, that was never a good thing.
    “Would you like some coffee?” A slender woman with long brown hair and blue eyes held up a coffeepot. “We have orange juice if you’d rather.”
    “Coffee is fine. Thank you.” Cherise’s stomach was in knots, but she knew she had to eat something. The last thing she wanted to do was insult the pack.
    “I’m Anny,” the woman told her.
    “Cherise.” She turned her attention to the alpha when she realized her blunder. A wolf always introduced themselves to the alpha first. It was protocol and good manners, a way to acknowledge the status of the wolf in charge. “Cherise Michaels.” She practically held her breath until the alpha inclined his head slightly in acceptance.
    She slowly released the air from her lungs, feeling as though she’d avoided a potential landmine.
    Cole seemed oblivious to it all. He reached out and snagged a large platter from the middle of the table and forked two slices of French toast onto her plate before shoveling six onto his own. Then he lifted a plate with thick slices of ham and offered it to her. “Ham?”
    She shook her head. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to eat what he’d already put on her plate.
    “As you probably already guessed, I’m Gwen.” The female alpha said with a smile. “This is my mate, my husband, Jacque. Jacque LaForge.” She gestured to the alpha who leaned