But he suspected her first wolf’s heat wasn’t the only thing making her so unreasonable. Damned if he could figure it out.

“Of course I want a mate. Nevertheless, you know as well as I do the males outnumber the females in any given pack. If I can’t find one of our kind…” He shrugged. “I’ll have to find my pleasure elsewhere.”

Not that he had been with a woman in a very long time, or was often with one. Running a pack took priority and searching for an eligible lupus garou female was impractical since he didn’t have a sub-leader who could watch over his people in his absence. He couldn’t even trust Meara for now.

“I miss Genevieve and the others,” she said softly, avoiding looking at him.

So that was the problem. “They’ll come back, Meara. Trust me in this.”

“And I miss our home.” She poked at her food, then she looked up at him. “You’re right about one thing, dear brother. I should fetch a pretty important alpha male, don’t you think?”

Important? Try more headstrong than his sister, or her mate would never have any say in their relationship.

Hunter gave her a small smile. “That’s what I’ve been saying.”

“So find me one.” Her gaze sharpened along with her voice. “Or else I’m joining the others.”

Hunter’s twin sister was his to protect until he could find a suitable mate for her. Meara was not going anywhere without him. The pack would return. Damn it. And he wasn’t about to chase after them.

Already past midnight by the time his sister fell asleep, Hunter threw open the front door and took a whiff of the breeze. Winter, pine, the smell of the sea. Fish. And sea kelp. Time to mark his territory, indicating he was taking the area over from his uncle, and check out Tessa Anderson’s place. Not only that, but running through the woods—seeing them alive and green after the flames had devoured the California forests, leaving ashes in their wake—he hoped it would settle his troubled thoughts. At a wolf’s pace, he would reach Tessa’s home in a couple of hours, less if he ran. Although he needed to leave his scent along the way.

Painlessly, he allowed the change to come over him, stretching his limbs, feeling the power fill his legs and body. His face elongated into a snout, his curved canines extending until they were deadly weapons that could crush bone, if he’d felt in the mood for a hunt. A double coat of banded gray fur covered his skin, keeping out the bitter cold as he loped outside in his wolf form and headed into the forest, his black nails digging into the pine needle covered floor.

At once, he enjoyed the oneness he felt with the wild out-of-doors, instead of being an intruder on the land the way he felt when he was in his human form. Now, he was a predator, more in tune with the feral side of his nature.

Yet, he felt a trifle unsettled as he headed south on their property.

Maybe Meara was right. Moving was harder than he’d expected. Part of him enjoyed the newness of being here at his uncle’s place a couple times a year, but part of him longed for his familiar hunting grounds.

Time to put aside regrets and concentrate on business.

While he was traversing the area for a few miles, the chilly, crisp air ruffled his fur, and the sound of the ocean crashed down below the rocky cliffs. The sweet fragrance of fir trees looming overhead mingled with the fishy odor of the ocean and the seaweed rotting on the beach, nearly masking the scent of a rabbit nearby. But then another smell came to his attention—not a welcome odor, either.

He twisted his head to the south. Male gray lupus garous—three of them—their smell wafting in the air. And not any of his pack either. These three shouldn’t be here.

Listening for any sounds of them, he paused. Nothing. Yet the adrenaline surged through his veins, preparing him for the confrontation.

He had marked his territory well, brushing his tail and face against tree trunks and branches. Even his toes pressed against the earth left his unique scent, showing beyond a doubt he had claimed it, as his Uncle Basil had before him. What gray would be fool enough to trespass on another’s lands without permission in the dark of night?

Meara! In her wolf’s heat, she must have caught their attention.

Hunter sprinted back toward the cabin. The closer he drew to his quiet home, the more his chest tightened. The grays had been here and could still be here. The transformation swift and painless, he quickly changed from wolf to human form and stood naked on the front porch where the door was still wide open. His blood burned so hot, the cold didn’t touch him. “Meara!”

The door to her bedroom was open. The smell of the three males lingered heavy in the air. A deathly silence pervaded the place.

Hunter stormed into Meara’s bedroom. She was gone. His heart racing, he roared, “Meara!”

Her bedcovers were tossed aside, but it didn’t look as though there had been a struggle. Bile rose in Hunter’s throat. Had the grays forced her to leave with them, or had she gone willingly? He couldn’t be sure, the way the wolf heat—particularly the first one she’d had to experience—was making her so crazy.

Either way, they were dead men. Nothing less than a gray alpha male of his choosing would do for his sister. And no one would steal her away in the middle of the night without facing the devil over it.

His face extending into a wolf’s snout and his torso and limbs changing as fur covered his body, he became a wolf once again and raced out of the cabin. He smelled the intruders’ scent on the turbulent sea breeze and followed them as they headed south.

Once he found them, he would deal with them wolf to wolf, teaching them to take care when stealing a leader’s sister.

Hunter’s breath mixed with the air, an ice storm threatening.

Mile after mile he tracked the three of them and his sister. They were either so arrogant they didn’t worry about him, or just too stupid to care. They left a trail a brand-new Cub Scout could follow—broken branches and clumps of fur rubbed against trees; two even urinated a few times as if taunting him—or maybe they had weak bladders.

He growled low.

When the sun illuminated the gray clouds, brightening the day just a little in the early morning hour, he sensed the wolves had marked this new territory for their own. Trespassing or not, he wouldn’t allow them to stop him from freeing Meara and taking care of the menace.

Out of the mist, a blackened pine tree, like a soldier bitterly scarred, stood at the edge of a cliff that gave way to the ocean below. Like the forests devoured in flames they had recently escaped, except this silent soldier had been here for a very long time, the remaining forest again green.

Branches rustled west of Hunter, and he whipped around. Three hefty grays stared him down, their tails straight, the hair on their backs standing up. Hunter took a whiff of the breeze. They weren’t the ones who had taken his sister. And there was no sign of her now. But the way the leader of this group crouched low and curled his lips back, exposing his teeth, Hunter had no choice. He wasn’t backing down. If they were protecting the others who had taken his sister, they’d pay, too.

Fresh adrenaline charged through his system, preparing him for battle as he growled low, stiffened his tail like a flag of warning, and rushed the biggest of the three wolves, his muzzle wrinkling as he bared his killer canines.

The Oregon temperature was thirty-one degrees, but the knowledge Tessa Anderson’s brother might not go free made it feel colder still. On top of that? An ice storm was imminent.

Her back rigid enough to cause it to spasm with the building tension, she sat on the wooden bench in the courtroom, her fingernails biting into her palms. She clenched her teeth, fighting tears as she waited for the foreman to make the announcement.

She prayed she and Michael could return to their cabin on the coast and weather the storm like their grandparents had. Only this time, she feared her prayers would go unanswered.

The look Michael cast Tessa pleaded for her to save him from this nightmare. He appeared pale and gaunt in his black suit, the same one he’d worn to his last art exhibit in Portland. How had their lives turned so upside down?

She, who had always gotten her younger brother out of scrapes since their parents had died five years ago, felt like an avalanche was crushing her heart. She’d spent all her savings and some of their inheritance trying to prove his innocence and only wished the rumors that gold was buried on their property was true—and that she could find it—to use to help save her brother.

She let out her breath. Michael was innocent. Damn it.

God, please, oh please, find him not guilty. Set him free.

“Michael Anderson, on the count of first-degree murder of Bethany Wade, the jury finds you guilty.”

Barely audible, the words melded and faded. The breath she’d been holding whooshed from Tessa’s lungs, and her head grew fuzzy. The bright lights in the courthouse blinked out.

The next thing she knew, her head was resting in a stranger’s lap and a man and woman were shaking her. “Miss Anderson? Miss Anderson?”

Her mind cleared and she looked around at a sea of concerned faces. Her heart began racing again. Guilty. The jury had found her brother guilty.

The police were escorting her brother from the room in handcuffs.

She hurried to mouth the words, “I love you, Michael. I’ll get you out.”

His green eyes filled with tears, he gave her a slight nod.

He knew she would try. No matter what, she’d exhaust every avenue before she let her brother rot in prison for the rest of his life for a crime he didn’t commit.

A new lawyer, new evidence, appeals. Where could she find a good lawyer to start all over again?

Her heart encased in ice, she realized the only way to prove him innocent was to find the real murderer. Unfortunately, in the Oregon coastal community, the sheriff believed in only one suspect, Michael. Now that the jury found him guilty, no way was the sheriff’s department going to look any further into the matter.

Her family’s home, the townspeople, the community— all the things she held dear since her parents perished—now meant nothing. No one she knew had sat with her to offer solace during any part of the trial. She felt betrayed, isolated from those who had been her friends.




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