gone ten steps before she heard him behind her and suddenly there he was. He still had the hood on but now he also had a gun in his hand.
She backed up, wondering if she could drop-kick the gun away before he shot her.
Then she heard a fierce growling sound—an animalistic roar—and like blurs in the darkness three furred bodies hurtled past her to land on the man. She stared at them, immobilised, her breath trapped in her throat.
Wolves!
She knew there were wolves in Maine. She’d spent every summer of her life near these woods. But she’d never seen them this close before. Fear slid through her like an icy finger as SILENT HUNTERS
Desiree Holt
7
she watched them knock the man to the ground. One of them sank his fangs into the gun hand and the man let out a scream. But the sound was short-lived, as in the next minute one of the other wolves ripped out his throat.
Ohmigod!
She was frozen to the spot, knowing she should run or they might turn on her next but her muscles didn’t seem to get the message from her brain. The wolves were huge—bigger than any wolves she’d ever seen—one a shimmery silver, the second a white so bright even in the darkness it almost hurt her eyes to look at it, and the third blacker than the night and larger than the other two. When they turned to look at her she pressed herself as hard as she could against the trunk of the tree, sure that if she moved they’d be on her.
But they simply stared at her with their amber eyes and unbelievably she had a sudden feeling of safety. Safety? Here in the middle of the woods with three vicious animals? She waited, helpless, for them to attack, but they simply moved slowly away from the body and headed back into the woods, padding softly on their paws as if they were just out for a stroll.
They’d gone about twenty yards from her when they stopped and turned to look back at her.
One of them gave a soft growl, the sound unbelievably nonthreatening.
Do they want me to follow them?
As if in answer they stood there, waiting patiently.
Well, it couldn’t be any stranger than the rest of this night. And I can’t hang around here. If someone tries to contact that man and they don’t get him they’ll be out here like a shot.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she ordered her feet to move. One step at a time she left the security of the tree. She’d only covered a couple of feet when the wolves moved again, slowly, as if waiting for her to catch up with them. They progressed like that, she and the wolves, haltingly, until she finally figured out they were trying to lead her out of the woods. How totally weird. Wolves rescuing her? But it had to be better than what waited for her if she spent too much time like this, time when the man’s friends could check on him and come looking for her.
“She’s coming now,” Luke Spencer, the silver wolf, sent a silent message to his companions.
“I wasn’t sure she’d follow us,” Mack Renfield, the magnificent white wolf, answered him.
“ Especially after we tore into that guy.”
SILENT HUNTERS
Desiree Holt
8
“Well, it was that or let him shoot her,” Damien Moreno commented.
“What do you suppose that was all about?” Mack asked.
“I have no idea,” Luke answered . “But when I see a woman whose wrists are bound and a man after her with a hood over his face and a gun in his hand, I know whose side I’m on.”
“We need to lead her to your place, Luke. I think what she needs right now is The Sentinels.
That’s one woman in a huge pile of trouble.”
“If we can get her close to the house,” Damien told them, “we can take off and let her go the rest of the way herself. The house will be lit up and easy for her to find.”
“Good idea,” Mack agreed . “We need to slip in ahead of her and give Sierra and Kelsey a heads up.”
Luke made a sound in his throat that would have been a laugh if he’d been in human form.
“They’re probably
She backed up, wondering if she could drop-kick the gun away before he shot her.
Then she heard a fierce growling sound—an animalistic roar—and like blurs in the darkness three furred bodies hurtled past her to land on the man. She stared at them, immobilised, her breath trapped in her throat.
Wolves!
She knew there were wolves in Maine. She’d spent every summer of her life near these woods. But she’d never seen them this close before. Fear slid through her like an icy finger as SILENT HUNTERS
Desiree Holt
7
she watched them knock the man to the ground. One of them sank his fangs into the gun hand and the man let out a scream. But the sound was short-lived, as in the next minute one of the other wolves ripped out his throat.
Ohmigod!
She was frozen to the spot, knowing she should run or they might turn on her next but her muscles didn’t seem to get the message from her brain. The wolves were huge—bigger than any wolves she’d ever seen—one a shimmery silver, the second a white so bright even in the darkness it almost hurt her eyes to look at it, and the third blacker than the night and larger than the other two. When they turned to look at her she pressed herself as hard as she could against the trunk of the tree, sure that if she moved they’d be on her.
But they simply stared at her with their amber eyes and unbelievably she had a sudden feeling of safety. Safety? Here in the middle of the woods with three vicious animals? She waited, helpless, for them to attack, but they simply moved slowly away from the body and headed back into the woods, padding softly on their paws as if they were just out for a stroll.
They’d gone about twenty yards from her when they stopped and turned to look back at her.
One of them gave a soft growl, the sound unbelievably nonthreatening.
Do they want me to follow them?
As if in answer they stood there, waiting patiently.
Well, it couldn’t be any stranger than the rest of this night. And I can’t hang around here. If someone tries to contact that man and they don’t get him they’ll be out here like a shot.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she ordered her feet to move. One step at a time she left the security of the tree. She’d only covered a couple of feet when the wolves moved again, slowly, as if waiting for her to catch up with them. They progressed like that, she and the wolves, haltingly, until she finally figured out they were trying to lead her out of the woods. How totally weird. Wolves rescuing her? But it had to be better than what waited for her if she spent too much time like this, time when the man’s friends could check on him and come looking for her.
“She’s coming now,” Luke Spencer, the silver wolf, sent a silent message to his companions.
“I wasn’t sure she’d follow us,” Mack Renfield, the magnificent white wolf, answered him.
“ Especially after we tore into that guy.”
SILENT HUNTERS
Desiree Holt
8
“Well, it was that or let him shoot her,” Damien Moreno commented.
“What do you suppose that was all about?” Mack asked.
“I have no idea,” Luke answered . “But when I see a woman whose wrists are bound and a man after her with a hood over his face and a gun in his hand, I know whose side I’m on.”
“We need to lead her to your place, Luke. I think what she needs right now is The Sentinels.
That’s one woman in a huge pile of trouble.”
“If we can get her close to the house,” Damien told them, “we can take off and let her go the rest of the way herself. The house will be lit up and easy for her to find.”
“Good idea,” Mack agreed . “We need to slip in ahead of her and give Sierra and Kelsey a heads up.”
Luke made a sound in his throat that would have been a laugh if he’d been in human form.
“They’re probably
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