Wolfen Secrets (The Western Werewolf Legend #3) Read Online Free PDF

the long
board set up on saw horses in lieu of a proper table. Each carried
his army-issued tin plate or a wooden bowl he’d brought with him
from home.
    The scene hit Sonja squarely. Each man passed
by taking the small portion of stew, wild game, and unleavened
bread offered. Gratitude and pride warred on their faces. Each man
had come into this war with great expectations. They’d whip the
Yankees, sending them packing within a month. At first, things did go in their favor. Fredericksburg and Spotsylvania where
they’d lost Stonewall Jackson and Yellow School House where General
Stewart had fallen to the vampires shifted the power. Sonja still
considered from time to time, how many folks said it was the work
of something evil – not quit human. Whatever a body believed, the
loss of those good soldiers brought sorrow to the Confederate
cause. Many began to have doubts about the South’s ability to win
the war. Time dragged after the Battle of the Wilderness.
Confederate men simply drifted from one skirmish to another.
    Alas, the news from Gettysburg was grim. Ty
told her after supper one night not long after they’d escaped from
Pennsylvania. Sonja could see the land in her mind’s eye. The
ground would never be the same again, she mused. Concerned the
vampires were involved, she experienced more and more nightmares.
When the men got wind of the news, some turned back, wanting a
piece of the Yankees hides. To look into their faces was a
heartbreaking thing. Those days were tough.
    Forcing herself back, she commented, “We’ll
be in St. Louis soon.”
    Ty nodded. “It’s been a long trip. We’ve
still got to cross the river.” He glanced at the men filing by.
“We’ve been on the road so many days. I think it would be a good
idea to rest in St. Louis – restock supplies - take our time
planning a crossing. What do you think?” With no answer, he tried
again. “A penny for your thoughts, Nymph.”
    When she glanced up at him in bemused
concern, he grinned again. “Did you hear anything I said?” He
draped a bronze arm across her shoulder and offered her a warm
smile.
    “I’m sorry, what?”
    “I said, do you think a rest before we cross
the river is a good idea?”
    “Yes, that’s a wonderful idea.” Sonja
couldn’t maintain the scowl she’d adopted. Instead, she packed away
her concerns, focusing on serving the men instead.
    He remained close until everyone got a plate.
“Come on, let’s go eat.”
    Flicking him a glance, she caught the rakish
wink he sent her. They had a spot they liked to use for meals.
Supply boxes next to the wagon served as a private dining hall of
sorts. Grateful for a place of relative privacy, she cut Ty another
quick glance.
    “You’ve gone away. Come back.” He gently
nudged her neck with his nose, inhaling her scent. “I hate to tell
you - your concern is showing.” He winked at her frown, scooping up
another mouthful of stew. “Um, this is good. Hortence outdid
herself tonight.”
    Sonja sniffed the air before giving him a
haughty glare. “Typical male - always thinking of your
stomach.”
    “Not always.” Ty countered with another
wink.
    Her brows bunched as she considered his
astute observation of her mood. “How is it you can tell when I’m
upset or worried or …whatever else you always have a way of
knowing?”
    “Your moods are like reading a book. When you
know what the story’s about, you can pick out the point where the
plot shifts.” He ducked when she sent him a backhanded swat.
    “I am not like a book.” The reference made
her wish for an easier topic. His analogy was certainly close to
the truth of late. “How long before we reach St. Louis?”
    He glanced in her direction before squinting
into the night sky. “A couple of days, maybe three. Trying to
change the subject isn’t going to keep me from wanting to know
what’s bothering you. Are you still thinking about what the
Guardian told you?”
    She nodded before stabbing up another