The wolf's heart

sen

and,

o have Devlyn for her mate, wishing she hadn't had to hide from the pack all these years. The burning desire for him flooded her veins whenever she came into the wolf's heat. Her body craved his to

h fiend, and continued to pack her overnight bag. Any man would be b

one that Argos, the old, retired pack leader, had sent her. Taking a deep breath, s

second choice far outweighed living alone; even the sound of a dog's ho

nsisted she keep him posted whenever she went into the woods. As a loner, she'd have no backup. Off t

rrespondence a secret; he knew what would

o had partially eased Bella's loneliness after losing her twin sister in a fire so many years

'd like. And I'll water your greenhouse plants. Hey, I don't w

have got to catch

a, since it was there he'd killed all the women. And he had to take a jaunt in a forest from time to time. The call of the wild was too strong in them. She hadn't expected to smell red lupus

pink sweatshi

e all redheads in their twenties. And

one at home, but who was counting? Silver bullets, too; Bella had them made for Volan. It

Do you know ho

alf ago, ever since the early days when she had lived in the

Mary I want to see the painting she did for art class, and te

e careful up there all by yourself. Tha

mber two, and she assumed Bella rendezvoused with so

you M

u never know where tha

autious. G

g the woods for further clues concerning the red lupus garou-not a wild dog, a mixed wolf-dog breed, or as

he last three years? She envisioned a lone female wouldn't stand a chance at remaining that way. Her stomach curdled with the id

building now a faded gray. It served as her hideaway on the weekends when she lived on the wild side, away from the hustle and bustle of the city of Portland. She would be the right age to be Volan's mate, if he

strong fingers had gripped her shoulders with possessiveness, smell his feral craving to have he

her thoughts of the one who'd poss

have been Volan's mate that fired her soul to the depths of hell. Stronger than the rest, he wasn't brighter, nor caring in the least bit. Jus

uch a male h

on a porch chair. Standing naked, she shivered, then breathed in the heavenly scent of pine needles, th

eir offspring, their family-sharing a lifetime commitment as mates forever-overwhelmed her. But he wasn't the leader of the pack. Even if she wanted Devlyn for her mate, she did

nd in the interim, search for a different prey-the feral predator tha

ainless transformation always occurred quickly and filled her with a sens

rew ready for the hunt. She straightened her back, howled with the change, then dropped to her

e leftovers of such a kill, an investigation would follow. Soon word would spread that a wolf was killing deer in the area. A wol