Rescued by Her Wolves (Paranormal Werewolf Menage Steamy Romance) by Willow Wilde
Authors: Willow Wilde
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Rescued by Her Wolves
Typical , I thought to myself, turning the ignition in my car one last time for luck. No dice. The engine was as dead as anything, and it wasn’t going to start up anytime soon.
Well…what the fuck do I do now?
It was actually a good question.
Winding up with a dead engine kind of sucks. Adding in “in the middle of the night” and “in the woods” to the mixture is a pretty bad combination altogether. As I climbed out of my truck and slammed the door shut, I kicked the tire and lost my shit into the air for a moment.
“ GRAGASGHGHGH !”
It didn’t make me feel any better, and I knew it. Fuming with anger, I bemoaned my sad fate as I sank against the truck, my ass sliding down to the dirt trail as I held my head in my hands.
Coming this way had been a disaster, but with the last-second emergency that had clogged up the Interstate, I had been sort of lost on the options front. Stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic, I’d had bitterly consulted my tiny, pocket-sized god – my iPhone, Steve.
It’s unoriginal, I know. Sue me.
Anyway, Steve’s bright little screen had directed my attention to another route, running through a few backwoods towns and looping back to the Interstate. It also informed me that whatever holdup was going on with the highway extended until almost the spot where I’d hop back on my way, and adjusted my arrival time home from “an hour” to “three hours”.
The decision wasn’t that hard to make.
As soon as the exit lane was within reach, I peeled off and headed towards victory. Only…my signal dropped down to nothing one town in, and I found myself surrounded by a bunch of closed businesses and literally nobody out and about at this hour. So, biding my time, I’d driven on, remembering the route anyway. It was basically a straight shot for the majority of it, anyway.
But I didn’t count on the route taking me off down the woods. Dark and foreboding, I wasn’t sure that I was willing to spend much of my time along the trail…but it was too dark to go any faster than a general crawl of twenty-five to thirty miles per hour (compared to my ninety down the Interstate), and that was that. Twenty minutes into it, I’d experienced my dead engine, and there’s where I found myself at the end of it...miserable and alone.
Or, so I thought.
~
I was still trying to assess things half an hour later, fiddling with a flashlight in my truck, when I heard the growl. It sounded like it was coming from right outside the vehicle, and I instantly began to panic. Waving the end of the torch around, I scrutinized everything within viewable distance – deep into the trees, or right outside. Nothing appeared on my visual radar, and I began to calm down.
As I turned back to my driver’s side, I jumped and screamed. A tall, handsome man was standing at the window, shirtless and gazing at me.
“Whoa! Get the fuck out of here!” I screamed, thrusting the beam in his direction. He immediately covered his eyes and took a few steps back.
“Whoa, hold on, calm down!” He called out, struggling to see. “Sorry about scaring you! I was coming to find out if you needed help!”
“Yeah right!” I grumbled loudly. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you need to get out of here. I’m fine! I’ve just…stopped for a minute!” I made sure to hold the beam in his face as I cowered backward across the seats.
“Listen, lady,” he told me sternly, relaxing his posture slightly and holding his hand over his eyes, “you’ve been out here for coming up on an hour. This really isn’t a safe part of the woods. There are wild things out here. Come on, I’ve got a place not far from here.”
“I’m not going fucking anywhere with you. You scared the shit out of me! It’s the middle of the night! I’ll take my chances out–”
As if on cue, the growl was back. But this time, it
Typical , I thought to myself, turning the ignition in my car one last time for luck. No dice. The engine was as dead as anything, and it wasn’t going to start up anytime soon.
Well…what the fuck do I do now?
It was actually a good question.
Winding up with a dead engine kind of sucks. Adding in “in the middle of the night” and “in the woods” to the mixture is a pretty bad combination altogether. As I climbed out of my truck and slammed the door shut, I kicked the tire and lost my shit into the air for a moment.
“ GRAGASGHGHGH !”
It didn’t make me feel any better, and I knew it. Fuming with anger, I bemoaned my sad fate as I sank against the truck, my ass sliding down to the dirt trail as I held my head in my hands.
Coming this way had been a disaster, but with the last-second emergency that had clogged up the Interstate, I had been sort of lost on the options front. Stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic, I’d had bitterly consulted my tiny, pocket-sized god – my iPhone, Steve.
It’s unoriginal, I know. Sue me.
Anyway, Steve’s bright little screen had directed my attention to another route, running through a few backwoods towns and looping back to the Interstate. It also informed me that whatever holdup was going on with the highway extended until almost the spot where I’d hop back on my way, and adjusted my arrival time home from “an hour” to “three hours”.
The decision wasn’t that hard to make.
As soon as the exit lane was within reach, I peeled off and headed towards victory. Only…my signal dropped down to nothing one town in, and I found myself surrounded by a bunch of closed businesses and literally nobody out and about at this hour. So, biding my time, I’d driven on, remembering the route anyway. It was basically a straight shot for the majority of it, anyway.
But I didn’t count on the route taking me off down the woods. Dark and foreboding, I wasn’t sure that I was willing to spend much of my time along the trail…but it was too dark to go any faster than a general crawl of twenty-five to thirty miles per hour (compared to my ninety down the Interstate), and that was that. Twenty minutes into it, I’d experienced my dead engine, and there’s where I found myself at the end of it...miserable and alone.
Or, so I thought.
~
I was still trying to assess things half an hour later, fiddling with a flashlight in my truck, when I heard the growl. It sounded like it was coming from right outside the vehicle, and I instantly began to panic. Waving the end of the torch around, I scrutinized everything within viewable distance – deep into the trees, or right outside. Nothing appeared on my visual radar, and I began to calm down.
As I turned back to my driver’s side, I jumped and screamed. A tall, handsome man was standing at the window, shirtless and gazing at me.
“Whoa! Get the fuck out of here!” I screamed, thrusting the beam in his direction. He immediately covered his eyes and took a few steps back.
“Whoa, hold on, calm down!” He called out, struggling to see. “Sorry about scaring you! I was coming to find out if you needed help!”
“Yeah right!” I grumbled loudly. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you need to get out of here. I’m fine! I’ve just…stopped for a minute!” I made sure to hold the beam in his face as I cowered backward across the seats.
“Listen, lady,” he told me sternly, relaxing his posture slightly and holding his hand over his eyes, “you’ve been out here for coming up on an hour. This really isn’t a safe part of the woods. There are wild things out here. Come on, I’ve got a place not far from here.”
“I’m not going fucking anywhere with you. You scared the shit out of me! It’s the middle of the night! I’ll take my chances out–”
As if on cue, the growl was back. But this time, it
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