Rescued by Her Wolves (Paranormal Werewolf Menage Steamy Romance) by Willow Wilde Page B
Authors: Willow Wilde
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yeah? You enjoy yourself?”
“Until I decided to skip the Interstate traffic and took a shortcut,” I chuckled briefly. “So. A werewolf.”
“You’re kind of stuck on the werewolf thing, aren’t you?” He smiled softly.
Under the light, I could properly study my mysterious savior. The guy had broad, strong shoulders and an incredible set of abdominals. His arms were thick, sculpted pieces of art, and his chiseled face had a thick scruff of beard that matched the thick, dark auburn hair across his scalp. Most intimidating, however, were his piercing green eyes.
That, and the fact that he was still in nothing but jeans.
“I can put a shirt on,” he slyly grinned, tilting his head.
Fuck, he noticed that. “No, that’s fine. I mean. Whatever you’re comfortable with. What were you doing out there, anyway? In just jeans? You prowl the woods at night, running barefoot often?”
“Bit of a night owl,” Randall chuckled. “Like to go for walks at night, long walks through the woods. Helps me…clear my head.”
“At night? How do you see anything?
“These bright eyes are good for that,” he mentioned, poking a fingertip just under one of his temples. “Something about this color, I guess. I see plenty well in the dark.”
I opened my mouth to retort, but heard the door banging as the sound of hooping, hollering men burst into the room, soon followed by the men themselves. They looked slightly younger than Randall, but clearly similar to him. They even shared his fantastic physique and piercing green eyes.
“Randall, you should’ve seen it, we saw–”
The men went silent at the sight of me. I turned with my cup of coffee, staring at them.
“This is them?” I asked innocently.
“That’s right. Rionn, Rosco,” he introduced them, each nodding politely as their name was mentioned, “I’d like you to meet Chloe. She had some trouble with her truck, and we’re going to let her sleep here for the night.”
“Am I?” I turned on him, staring inquisitively.
“You…really don’t want to go back out there until sunrise,” he replied, before turning his attention to the others. “Our feral friend is back. Caught him about to make mincemeat of our guest. I followed him for half a mile. He was going straight for her.”
The others grew solemn, and I studied everything going on around me with rapt attention.
“We’re going to have to take care of him,” Randall continued. “We can’t have him attacking anyone in the middle of the night. If he can’t control himself, we’ll need to take things up a notch. Nobody gets hurt in my woods, you understand?”
The others nodded. One of them piped up. “What do you want us to do?”
“Find him,” Randall answered. “Bring him here. Chain him up until he changes back. We’ll figure something out afterwards.”
“My hero,” I murmured, and although all of them turned to me at my words, they declined to comment. Rionn and Rosco left, the door clattering shut behind them. For a brief moment, I thought I saw some sort of glow from outside, but when I stepped up and flipped the curtain aside, there was nothing there.
Not even them.
~
“The werewolf doesn’t mean any harm, not really,” Randall explained as we were seated in the living room. “He’s a recent change, still can’t control his feral urges. It’s a rough time at the start. Doesn’t look like he has a pack or anything. Must be just him. Alone and figuring things out. Without guidance, it’ll be a while before he can retain his intelligence as he transforms.”
“So, you’re seriously telling me that there’s a werewolf out there,” I sighed. “And what makes you the authority on werewolves?”
“Well, he’s a bit of what you might call a…distance cousin,” Randall explained. “Shifters and weres are a bit different from each other. We’re lumped
“Until I decided to skip the Interstate traffic and took a shortcut,” I chuckled briefly. “So. A werewolf.”
“You’re kind of stuck on the werewolf thing, aren’t you?” He smiled softly.
Under the light, I could properly study my mysterious savior. The guy had broad, strong shoulders and an incredible set of abdominals. His arms were thick, sculpted pieces of art, and his chiseled face had a thick scruff of beard that matched the thick, dark auburn hair across his scalp. Most intimidating, however, were his piercing green eyes.
That, and the fact that he was still in nothing but jeans.
“I can put a shirt on,” he slyly grinned, tilting his head.
Fuck, he noticed that. “No, that’s fine. I mean. Whatever you’re comfortable with. What were you doing out there, anyway? In just jeans? You prowl the woods at night, running barefoot often?”
“Bit of a night owl,” Randall chuckled. “Like to go for walks at night, long walks through the woods. Helps me…clear my head.”
“At night? How do you see anything?
“These bright eyes are good for that,” he mentioned, poking a fingertip just under one of his temples. “Something about this color, I guess. I see plenty well in the dark.”
I opened my mouth to retort, but heard the door banging as the sound of hooping, hollering men burst into the room, soon followed by the men themselves. They looked slightly younger than Randall, but clearly similar to him. They even shared his fantastic physique and piercing green eyes.
“Randall, you should’ve seen it, we saw–”
The men went silent at the sight of me. I turned with my cup of coffee, staring at them.
“This is them?” I asked innocently.
“That’s right. Rionn, Rosco,” he introduced them, each nodding politely as their name was mentioned, “I’d like you to meet Chloe. She had some trouble with her truck, and we’re going to let her sleep here for the night.”
“Am I?” I turned on him, staring inquisitively.
“You…really don’t want to go back out there until sunrise,” he replied, before turning his attention to the others. “Our feral friend is back. Caught him about to make mincemeat of our guest. I followed him for half a mile. He was going straight for her.”
The others grew solemn, and I studied everything going on around me with rapt attention.
“We’re going to have to take care of him,” Randall continued. “We can’t have him attacking anyone in the middle of the night. If he can’t control himself, we’ll need to take things up a notch. Nobody gets hurt in my woods, you understand?”
The others nodded. One of them piped up. “What do you want us to do?”
“Find him,” Randall answered. “Bring him here. Chain him up until he changes back. We’ll figure something out afterwards.”
“My hero,” I murmured, and although all of them turned to me at my words, they declined to comment. Rionn and Rosco left, the door clattering shut behind them. For a brief moment, I thought I saw some sort of glow from outside, but when I stepped up and flipped the curtain aside, there was nothing there.
Not even them.
~
“The werewolf doesn’t mean any harm, not really,” Randall explained as we were seated in the living room. “He’s a recent change, still can’t control his feral urges. It’s a rough time at the start. Doesn’t look like he has a pack or anything. Must be just him. Alone and figuring things out. Without guidance, it’ll be a while before he can retain his intelligence as he transforms.”
“So, you’re seriously telling me that there’s a werewolf out there,” I sighed. “And what makes you the authority on werewolves?”
“Well, he’s a bit of what you might call a…distance cousin,” Randall explained. “Shifters and weres are a bit different from each other. We’re lumped
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