LUNA DIANA

locked up in the zoo. He never thought he'd see her again, but she was even more beautiful than before, if that was possible. He

to claim her heart a

s. How many times did he have to rescue t

is. Even if Ragnar didn't lead the pack, it wouldn't matter-Diana was

g his room squeake

r of the pack, he had stepped down when he'd gr

trusts

han Caleb did, but she wouldn't be safe on her own. Worse, she threatened the secrecy of

s happy with us until Ragnar took over,

u want, but you

to love. Why does Ragnar want her so badly? She'll make a lousy alpha female ma

is brows but re

massage away the tension that collec

y the consequences. He's driven to have her as much as she's driven to

other females in their pack were an acceptable age that he wanted. Only Diana. And searching for another

es. Nearly impossible to find. And no other kind of wolf wo

his own brother," Caleb said

ich

stared at him. "There

nd the others couldn't reach him in time. His eldest brother died in a raging flood. Tree was uprooted, smashed into his skull. The healers said he was dead before the river pulled him

Ragnar was so aggressive and controlling, but as far as he was c

Ye

er later, is he?" Caleb jer

he leader, n

would argue

ould reclaim her, but she belonged to Ragnar. The thought curdled Caleb's supper, a couple

lf in the Cascades was unheard of, and to top that off, she was larger than normal. The pack knew the re

upus garou females all across the States. Or not. Because such a shortage exis

r to risk proving to the world that lupus garous existed? That was irresponsible and unforgivable. At least that

she was theirs, though, struck a chord. She wasn't theirs. She belonged to Ragnar. Fire burned in Caleb's veins with the

er as young wolves frolicked. He still wanted to tackle her to the ground, to force her reaction, to have her pay

e freezing drizzle. The black-haired, amber-eyed quadruplets, twenty-two years of age

r. "He'd rescue her again. He had to. Not for Ragnar, but for his own greedy desires. But what to do with

take her for his own? That question had plagued him eve

*

ead her arms out, slowly, in her crouched position,

ill in the air that made her tremble. The notion that the zoo staff would catch he

held hi

rection. Her eyes remained locke

ry-scary human teeth. Anything to show hi

ted out of the den. She took a deep breath, then quickly followed him out. The icy drizzle c

cke

a step in the moat. But it was filled to the brim with water, and she couldn't budge it. Her frustratio

e dense second coat of fur virtually waterproof, a thermal insu

m a corner of the pen but never made a menacing move toward her. She'd probably confused the hell out of him. She smell

lung to the edge with frigid fingers, then dropped into the moat. It was about a six-and-a-half-foot drop and, wit

way to climb the rough concrete without foot or handholds. She turned back to the

ility to think. The shock at turning into her human for

ld find a half-frozen, naked woman in the moat. She jump

ent against every instinct for survi

. She imagined her lips were blue from the cold. Her finger

against the wall, her arms around her knees, her l

t in her direction barely

direction, Randolph," a deep male v

and her teeth chattered. "Here," she attempted to

d, older and rustier. Their footsteps stopped at

ews media would have a field day when they learned

the bitter cold froze her j

things. She had to be clos

injured or u

n her when she needed it most, she had lived for many years as a lone lupus garou. Self-sufficient. She didn't need anyone. Onl

these pens could have to

s into the pen beside her

ome more of

pen, angled toward Big Red. "What are you doing out he

dolph, wha

leaned over it and poured thei

ed body like Lady Godiva on her famous ride. She stopped breathing while her heart near

lder man said.