Fated To My Sister's Widowed Mate

he reason-off the beaten path, surrounded by wilderness, a place to hide from the harsh realities of the forced mar

olf form, but she had to be mistaken. He wouldn't be angry enough with her to shapeshift this close to Silv

idea, she pushed open the Silver Town Tavern's heavy door

to stare at her, and at once she feared the

the bridge of her nose. The weather-beaten cowboy hat she'd picked up at a resale sho

pregnated with the smell of gray lupus garou. Her nerve endings prickled with fresh awareness. Dingy antique mirrors covering the back wall behind the bar bore mute witne

h of her. His lips turned up at the corners slightly. Deep laugh lines were etched in his tanned skin and shaggy black hair extended to his shoulders, giving him the appearance of a rugged mountain man, unused to

ss?" he asked, his voi

rs venturing into their midst, especially if she were human an

Mi

ed boots giving the impression she stood taller, more like them. The blue contacts she wore hid her green eyes sufficiently, but she still felt like Lisa, triplet to Lena,

ithout protection than because she'd given herself away. She cursed herself for not disguising her voice better, but

hilled bottle of water and ta

ough," she said, p

iss. If you need an

for a drink was def

em could see in the dark as well as she could, this location would keep her out of the main flow of

to her information, Kiran Silver-Le

nd brown, eyes amber, his clothes carrying a coating of dust, he had a soft, round baby face. Looked sweet, a beta-wolf type. Smudges of dirt colored his cheeks,

miss. He works at the silver mine, which explains his slightly rough appea

other hand, if he was interested in her, m

uthed to Joe Kelly a

ng him in low voices. The tip

d. Six feet under. Yet, Lisa couldn't help feeling it was her own fault, that if she'd taken Lena's place back home, or even run away with her, she might have kept her safe. But w

earned what had happened to Lena and put the murderer in his grave, Lisa was going t

r side of middle age but due to the beard, he seemed older. The smile still percolated on his lips. Trying to fig

ed water and glanced down at her w

one?" Sam asked, o

iggled, her glasses slipped, a

the dingy tavern windows and then the

a pitcher of beer,"

od-humor rang in his words. Both men wore leather jackets, plaid shirts, denims, cowboy hats, and boots, and they appeared to be twins. Multiple births

her direction, alerting them

back and gripped

s broad shoulders, his face smooth as silk-fastened his gaze on

body heated and alarm bel

-struck. "The place looks a might better t

"Didn't you tell her it's a private club a

irst come, first served." Sa

ght he'd sit in the center, so everyone could see

e to keep a low profile. The tables situated on the other side of the bar sat in front of the restrooms. Anywhere else was too near the front door or in the middle of the floor, and no matter wha

e is good for the soul." He stalked over to the table opposite her

what had made her think she could enter t

r, he'd have to turn his head and be pretty obvious about it. He did.The expression on his face was

re Jake and Tom sat, then shifted their attention to Lisa. Which meant what? Th

rri

o were nearly as old, gray streaking their brown beards, their gazes pinned on her. "Brin

ers at the factory

"Fourth of July's coming fo

to the restrooms to lessen the chance of

d open again. T

collar. Brooding dark eyes, grim lips, features handsomely rugged, but definitely hard, defined him. Wearing a leather jacket, western shirt, jeans, and boots, everything was as black as his somber mo

r seen him before in her life. It wasn't his face, or clothes, or body that stimulate

ng-sullen, silent, still in mourning for his mate?

oment. Everyone was acting so oddly, she imagined that was the reason he quickly surve

. Didn't matter that the heavy padded leather jacket gave her broader shoulders and made her appear heavier, or that she wore her hair straight as blades of uncut grass, complime

eared to confuse him. Maybe the fact that she wore the fau

ontact first, he

backing down, no compromise. No wonder Lena had fallen for the attention-grabbing gray. Lisa couldn't help wondering how a romp with a virile wolf like him would