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

back in his chair and simply stared at Cherise, his laser-like gaze boring into her.
    A shiver of dread inched down her spine. This was not a man she’d want as an enemy, which might be exactly what happened when he discovered there were three dead wolves on his land.
    Gwen blithely continued her introductions. “Anny already introduced herself, and the male sitting beside her is Armand.”
    “Armand LaForge,” the wolf clarified.
    She nodded and tried not to stare at the scars that disfigured one side of his face. That definitely wouldn’t be polite.
    “I’m Louis.” The male seated at the other end of the table added. He looked most like the alpha. Cherise wondered if they were related.
    She already knew the other man was called Gator. And what kind of name was that anyway?
    “You should eat.” Cole gently nudged her arm, and she picked up her fork. The last thing she wanted to do was insult them.
    Cherise used the edge of the utensil to cut off a small piece of the golden-brown bread. She popped the morsel into her mouth and chewed. Flavor exploded on her taste buds. Oh, this was delicious. Her stomach growled in agreement. The hint of vanilla was perfect.
    She quickly ate another bite as her stomach reminded her she hadn’t eaten since late yesterday morning. And that had been a bland turkey sandwich from a gas station where the bus had stopped for fifteen minutes to refuel.
    Silence surrounded her. Cherise looked up and realized everyone was staring at her. She slowly lowered her fork back to her plate, the two small bites she’d eaten turning to huge lumps of dread in her belly.
    The alpha addressed Cole. “What happened?”
    Cole paused and set his fork back down on his plate. He reached for his coffee and took a large swallow. “It was quiet this morning and I was getting ready to head back just after dawn when I heard a noise. I went to investigate and discovered three male wolves crossing on the land.”
    “Louisiana wolves?”
    Cole shook his head. “No, strangers.”
    The alpha growled low in his throat. Cherise shivered and reached for her coffee for a fortifying sip. Her hands shook, but she ignored that and gulped the hot coffee, needing the caffeine boost.
    “And where are those wolves now?” Jacque leaned forward and placed his hands on the table.
    “Dead. I didn’t have time to dispose of their bodies yet. I’ll get to that right after breakfast. I thought it was more important to bring Cherise back there.” Cole leaned back and draped one big arm over the back of her chair.
    As Cherise watched, Jacque raised one eyebrow in question. Cherise carefully placed her mug on the table in front of her. She wanted two hands free in case she needed to fight her way out of here. Not that she thought she’d have a chance in hell of doing so.
    Oh, why had she agreed to come back here with Cole?
    He caressed the back of her neck, stroking his thumb over her nape. A shiver went through her that had nothing to do with fear. Heat branched out from where he touched her, bathing her body in the most wonderful warmth.
    “They were hunting her,” Cole added.
    The air grew thick with pure menace as Jacque slowly rose to his feet. Cherise couldn’t look away as the alpha pinned her in spot with his golden-brown gaze. “They were what?” he asked.
    Several growls permeated the small space. She didn’t know who they came from and didn’t really care. Jacque was the real threat in the room.
    Cole, seemingly unconcerned by the growing unease, continued on. “They were members of her former pack. And they were hunting her down to kill her.”
    “Why?” Jacque asked the question quietly, but Cherise jumped as though he’d yelled it. Speech was beyond her. She’d thought she’d known what real fear was, but the alpha wolf before her was one scary son of a bitch.
    Cherise started to stand, but Cole applied pressure on her shoulders, keeping her in her seat. Anger flared inside her, allowing her to break