Wyrd Calling (Wyrd Bound Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

tighter and prepared myself. These were people I knew. There was nothing to fear there, or so I told myself. I closed my eyes and reminded myself that this was what I was created for, there was no running away. I took a deep breath before standing and striding to the front door. I had to keep up appearances, after all.  

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    The dark green door opened inward, creating a small breeze that disturbed the wisteria covering the facade of the cottage. Ark stood grinning at me. He'd allowed his black hair to grow down to his slightly pointed ears, and it was distinctly ruffled and scruffy. He had a man, then. I returned his grin and embraced his slender frame in a bear hug. I had to stretch a little to kiss his cheek. He pulled back and threw me a mock disgusted look before ushering me inside.  
    "So, how's my favourite fur-ball been? Gotten in much trouble?"
    I playfully pushed him as he led me through the hallways to the back of the property. "It's always you that gets me in trouble, my dear elfie!"
    He gave me a look that said 'seriously?' I grinned, but that fell away when we stepped into the spacious rustic kitchen. The 3 males that had hassled me a few hours ago were sitting at the table talking amongst themselves, with what looked to be homemade lemonade.  
    I stopped dead in the doorway and looked at Ark with my clear 'what the fuck!' face. He laughed at me and walked over to the table. The males stopped chatting and looked at me.  
    Ark made a sweeping gesture and said, "Meet your new pack."
    My eyes went wide and I gripped the doorframe and hoped it was all a horrible nightmare. I had no such luck. The three males all looked at me. The blue eyed one that had pushed so hard earlier stared directly at me. His lips formed a small smile. The other two looked back and forth between each other before settling on Ark. I waited for him declare that it was in fact a joke and they were his lovers.  
    Instead, a meek waif with chocolate brown hair appeared at my side. He handed me a glass containing clear liquid. I sniffed it then grinned. Russian vodka, Ark knew me so well. I knocked it back in one gulp and savoured the burning sensation on my lips and warmth running down my throat. The waif took my glass and washed it in the large porcelain sink immediately. Ark had him well trained, then.
    I restrained myself from pacing as the image of that willowy blonde appeared in my mind's eye. She'd screwed up my deal, got me beaten up and now, now , I had to consider those worthless, dickless little cubs my pack?
    I felt a warm hand brush over my lower back before he spoke in that deep, sultry voice that I had spent years trying to forget. "You've met your new pack, then, Baby Girl."
    I did my best not to snarl at him. My teeth elongated and sharpened and the jaguar moved close to the surface, ready to make a move if I needed to. I knew it wasn't his fault. They'd no doubt dragged him back, too. He was an easy target, though. I had to look up into those icy blue eyes of his, as my head only reached halfway up his chest.  
    "What the fuck is going on here Alex?"
    His pale lips pulled back into a small smile. "You're not deaf, Thalia."
    I looked over to them and back up to him again. "Please tell me you at least got a receipt for them so I can return them."
    Ark tried to stifle a laugh, but the blond said, "I feel like an unwanted mutt and she can't..."
    I raised an eyebrow and strode over to him. I leaned in and hooked my finger under his chin and said, in the tone that had put many men in my bed, "What was that you were saying?"
    He scanned my face as the words leapt around his tongue desperately trying not to fall out into the world. Blue eyes spoke up, "He was saying you're weak. You can't lead a pack."
    He didn't get any further. I grabbed his throat and pushed him back so that the chair was balancing on its back legs. My wolf aspect erupted to the surface., I felt my jaw extend and change slightly as my teeth shifted to their