gone before
they could find out he had sullied their goods. Paul could well
imagine the feel of her satiny skin as she squirmed beneath
him.
The Sheriff became so caught up in his fantasies that he
soon found it necessary to shift positions, his arousal causing
his jeans to fit much too tightly. Easing his cruiser past
Laura's car, he started down the long wooded drive. His
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headlights caught movement in the beams, and he was forced
to slam on his breaks.
The wolf stood motionless in the middle of the road. It had
to be the largest one that he had ever seen—at least twice
the size of a normal wolf. Baring its teeth, the wolf's growls
became more violent with each passing second.
In the next instant, it disappeared into the aspens. Paul
understood this had just been a warning—a warning that the
others were paying him a king's ransom to ignore. Paul tried
to disregard the feeling of impending doom, but the message
had been clear and chilling.
The wolf's furious eyes had promised his death if he should
dare to touch her.
On the road to Acton, Laura took time to savor the scenery
around her. The beauty of the land never wavered, though
the landscape changed dramatically. Driving through lush
green mountains graced with towering pines, Laura marveled
at how suddenly the scenery changed to imposing red canyon
walls.
On her first trip to town, she had not taken too much
notice of the land around her, but now Laura could not help
but think what a beautiful and unique place this really was.
For just a moment, she let herself indulge in a harmless
daydream. What would it have been like to live out here
hundreds of years ago—wild and free? She would have had a
man like Justin to hold her at night, to keep her safe from
danger. She could almost feel the chilled night air against her
skin as she burrowed further into the buffalo robes seeking
his warmth.
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Laura smiled to herself, startled at where her thoughts had
drifted. Justin had somehow gotten a grip on her mind and no
matter how—she tried she could not seem to shake him
loose.
Not since Kenny had someone taken such complete control
of her thoughts. No, with Justin it was much more powerful.
So immersed in her thoughts, Laura scarcely noticed that
she had entered the outskirts of town. She tried to remember
where she had seen the library the last time she was here. It
took five minutes of driving around before spotting it. The
building was minute compared to most libraries, only about
the size of a small house.
A petite, redheaded woman with wire-framed glasses sat
behind the information desk. She looked up when Laura
approached.
"Can I help you?"
"Do you have any history on Beaver Creek and the
Sungmanitu ?"
A queer look entered the older woman's blue eyes. "Yes,
you can look in nonfiction, under Native Americans. When you
get done with that, I'll get you the microfilm of old
newspapers. Look under Lakota migration," the woman
offered as she pointed to the aisle where Laura would find the
books.
A few minutes later, Laura had found what she was looking
for. There was just a brief paragraph—in a single book about
Sioux history. It seemed as if the Sungmanitu separated from
their Lakota relatives sometime in the seventeenth century. It
was apparently unknown or forgotten as to why exactly this
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occurred, but after separation their contact with the Lakota
became virtually non-existent.
The book was not much help—she had already suspected
as much. Laura returned it to the shelf and peered back at
the information desk. Those blue eyes were still staring at her
with something akin to hostility. Laura wondered what it was
about the Sungmanitu that brought up so much hatred.
Laura spent the next hour looking through
they could find out he had sullied their goods. Paul could well
imagine the feel of her satiny skin as she squirmed beneath
him.
The Sheriff became so caught up in his fantasies that he
soon found it necessary to shift positions, his arousal causing
his jeans to fit much too tightly. Easing his cruiser past
Laura's car, he started down the long wooded drive. His
105
Realm of the Wolf Book I: Wolf Dance
by Lorraine Kennedy
headlights caught movement in the beams, and he was forced
to slam on his breaks.
The wolf stood motionless in the middle of the road. It had
to be the largest one that he had ever seen—at least twice
the size of a normal wolf. Baring its teeth, the wolf's growls
became more violent with each passing second.
In the next instant, it disappeared into the aspens. Paul
understood this had just been a warning—a warning that the
others were paying him a king's ransom to ignore. Paul tried
to disregard the feeling of impending doom, but the message
had been clear and chilling.
The wolf's furious eyes had promised his death if he should
dare to touch her.
On the road to Acton, Laura took time to savor the scenery
around her. The beauty of the land never wavered, though
the landscape changed dramatically. Driving through lush
green mountains graced with towering pines, Laura marveled
at how suddenly the scenery changed to imposing red canyon
walls.
On her first trip to town, she had not taken too much
notice of the land around her, but now Laura could not help
but think what a beautiful and unique place this really was.
For just a moment, she let herself indulge in a harmless
daydream. What would it have been like to live out here
hundreds of years ago—wild and free? She would have had a
man like Justin to hold her at night, to keep her safe from
danger. She could almost feel the chilled night air against her
skin as she burrowed further into the buffalo robes seeking
his warmth.
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Realm of the Wolf Book I: Wolf Dance
by Lorraine Kennedy
Laura smiled to herself, startled at where her thoughts had
drifted. Justin had somehow gotten a grip on her mind and no
matter how—she tried she could not seem to shake him
loose.
Not since Kenny had someone taken such complete control
of her thoughts. No, with Justin it was much more powerful.
So immersed in her thoughts, Laura scarcely noticed that
she had entered the outskirts of town. She tried to remember
where she had seen the library the last time she was here. It
took five minutes of driving around before spotting it. The
building was minute compared to most libraries, only about
the size of a small house.
A petite, redheaded woman with wire-framed glasses sat
behind the information desk. She looked up when Laura
approached.
"Can I help you?"
"Do you have any history on Beaver Creek and the
Sungmanitu ?"
A queer look entered the older woman's blue eyes. "Yes,
you can look in nonfiction, under Native Americans. When you
get done with that, I'll get you the microfilm of old
newspapers. Look under Lakota migration," the woman
offered as she pointed to the aisle where Laura would find the
books.
A few minutes later, Laura had found what she was looking
for. There was just a brief paragraph—in a single book about
Sioux history. It seemed as if the Sungmanitu separated from
their Lakota relatives sometime in the seventeenth century. It
was apparently unknown or forgotten as to why exactly this
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by Lorraine Kennedy
occurred, but after separation their contact with the Lakota
became virtually non-existent.
The book was not much help—she had already suspected
as much. Laura returned it to the shelf and peered back at
the information desk. Those blue eyes were still staring at her
with something akin to hostility. Laura wondered what it was
about the Sungmanitu that brought up so much hatred.
Laura spent the next hour looking through
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