Cat's Howl: A Macconwood Pack Novel (The Macconwood Pack Series Book 2) by C.D. Gorri Page B
Authors: C.D. Gorri
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had sworn loyalty and obedience to Rafe
under the light of the full moon when he first took his position in the Wolf
Guard.
It was an honor to be chosen. Back in the day the Wolf Guard
was an extension of the Alpha’s power. Not like traditional bodyguards, they
did not protect the Alpha from physical harm though each of them would die for
him if necessary.
The Wolf Guard’s job was to protect the Pack with the same
ferocity as their Alpha. They were his right hand, his advisors, his eyes and
ears on the ground. Tate couldn’t believe that after all Rafe had done for him
he was even considering the possibility of betraying him.
How could he think of being with Cat? She was Rafe’s baby
sister for God’s sake! She was totally off limits to him. But why did he get so
crazy with jealousy that he wanted to scream when she had thought he was Liam
back in her bathroom at the Manor?
And why did the hair on the back of his neck stand up every
time she walked into a room? Dammit , there was no denying it. He wanted
her. Always. Focus on something else, man. The sound of the faucet
turning off got his attention. She’d be finished soon and he had been dong what
exactly the entire time she was in there?
Great, dude. You’re just standing here with your dick in
your hand. Blankets! I should get some blankets. Finally, a good idea. At
least that way it would look like he was doing something with his time.
He moved to the wooden chest that sat in front of the sofa
and pulled out two throw blankets. They were thin, but soft. He knew they would
suffice for them both. Their kind were naturally warm.
He added a few logs to the fire and refilled their wine
glasses. He didn’t worry that they would get drunk. That was near impossible
for Werewolves. He wondered for a moment if he should douse the fire then shook
it off.
When he built the cabin he set the chimney very high so as
to camouflage the smoke and not frighten the wildlife. He also set up several
ancient Native American animal traps and alarms. If anything or anyone got too
close, Tate would know.
It seemed safe enough to leave the fire lit for now. The
ones hunting Cat were not as skilled at tracking as he was. Even if he wasn’t a
Werewolf, he would be able to tell by the simple fact that they didn’t follow
the SUV back to where he had left it. If they had found it, an alarm would have
sounded and he would have been notified via email or text.
Still, he had to take this threat to Cat’s safety seriously.
He couldn’t let anything happen to her. Not ever. She was Rafe’s sister. She
was Pack. It was his duty.
But that’s not why he felt as nervous as a high school kid.
Or why he was having trouble sitting still. Was it too hot in there?
Beads of perspiration formed on his brow. This was
ridiculous. He was acting like a damned pup! He shook his head in disgust and
ran his hand over his face.
Forget this. Tate stripped off his t-shirt, yanking
it over his head and sighing with relief when it was off. He looked at the
crumbled up pile of cotton in his hand dumbly. With another disgusted grunt he tossed
the damp garment across the floor.
Alright, dude, chill out. He rubbed his hands through
his short black hair making it stand on end. There was a time when it reached
all the way down his back. But he cut it off years ago. He still missed the
length of it though. Especially now.
His heart was thumping steadily inside of his chest. His
ears perked up. His sense of smell seemed heightened. He was ready. On edge.
His Wolf closer to him than ever before on a night before the full moon. But
why?
He stood up and stretched his arms first, then his neck. He
felt like a caged animal. Pacing the room was making it worse, but he simply
could not sit still. What was talking her so long?
His question was answered when she emerged from the bathroom
a few minutes later in a cloud of steam. The combination of soap, shampoo, and
Cat’s own fragrance made its way to his
under the light of the full moon when he first took his position in the Wolf
Guard.
It was an honor to be chosen. Back in the day the Wolf Guard
was an extension of the Alpha’s power. Not like traditional bodyguards, they
did not protect the Alpha from physical harm though each of them would die for
him if necessary.
The Wolf Guard’s job was to protect the Pack with the same
ferocity as their Alpha. They were his right hand, his advisors, his eyes and
ears on the ground. Tate couldn’t believe that after all Rafe had done for him
he was even considering the possibility of betraying him.
How could he think of being with Cat? She was Rafe’s baby
sister for God’s sake! She was totally off limits to him. But why did he get so
crazy with jealousy that he wanted to scream when she had thought he was Liam
back in her bathroom at the Manor?
And why did the hair on the back of his neck stand up every
time she walked into a room? Dammit , there was no denying it. He wanted
her. Always. Focus on something else, man. The sound of the faucet
turning off got his attention. She’d be finished soon and he had been dong what
exactly the entire time she was in there?
Great, dude. You’re just standing here with your dick in
your hand. Blankets! I should get some blankets. Finally, a good idea. At
least that way it would look like he was doing something with his time.
He moved to the wooden chest that sat in front of the sofa
and pulled out two throw blankets. They were thin, but soft. He knew they would
suffice for them both. Their kind were naturally warm.
He added a few logs to the fire and refilled their wine
glasses. He didn’t worry that they would get drunk. That was near impossible
for Werewolves. He wondered for a moment if he should douse the fire then shook
it off.
When he built the cabin he set the chimney very high so as
to camouflage the smoke and not frighten the wildlife. He also set up several
ancient Native American animal traps and alarms. If anything or anyone got too
close, Tate would know.
It seemed safe enough to leave the fire lit for now. The
ones hunting Cat were not as skilled at tracking as he was. Even if he wasn’t a
Werewolf, he would be able to tell by the simple fact that they didn’t follow
the SUV back to where he had left it. If they had found it, an alarm would have
sounded and he would have been notified via email or text.
Still, he had to take this threat to Cat’s safety seriously.
He couldn’t let anything happen to her. Not ever. She was Rafe’s sister. She
was Pack. It was his duty.
But that’s not why he felt as nervous as a high school kid.
Or why he was having trouble sitting still. Was it too hot in there?
Beads of perspiration formed on his brow. This was
ridiculous. He was acting like a damned pup! He shook his head in disgust and
ran his hand over his face.
Forget this. Tate stripped off his t-shirt, yanking
it over his head and sighing with relief when it was off. He looked at the
crumbled up pile of cotton in his hand dumbly. With another disgusted grunt he tossed
the damp garment across the floor.
Alright, dude, chill out. He rubbed his hands through
his short black hair making it stand on end. There was a time when it reached
all the way down his back. But he cut it off years ago. He still missed the
length of it though. Especially now.
His heart was thumping steadily inside of his chest. His
ears perked up. His sense of smell seemed heightened. He was ready. On edge.
His Wolf closer to him than ever before on a night before the full moon. But
why?
He stood up and stretched his arms first, then his neck. He
felt like a caged animal. Pacing the room was making it worse, but he simply
could not sit still. What was talking her so long?
His question was answered when she emerged from the bathroom
a few minutes later in a cloud of steam. The combination of soap, shampoo, and
Cat’s own fragrance made its way to his
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