The Touch of Her Hands [The Wind River Pack 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Missy Martine Page A

head back. “You saved us when you fired my gun. For whatever reason, it scared those jokers away. If you hadn’t, I don’t know what would have happened with me out of the picture.” He lowered his head and licked across her lips. “I know you’re not ready to hear it, but I have to say it anyway. I love you, mate. And I’m so thankful you’re alive and unharmed.”
    Aurelia moistened her lips. “When I thought you might die, something inside me died at the same time.” She closed her eyes briefly and then gazed into his eyes. “I’m falling in love with you, Zack. I don’t wanna lose you.”
    Zack grinned and licked his way into her mouth, plunging his tongue deep inside her warmth. Her flavor burst over him, causing his coyote to lay back and expose his belly. Reluctantly, he ended their kiss when Aurelia pushed on his chest.
    “We can have lots of time for this later, Zack. Right now, I think we need to get out of here.”
    “You’re right, but tonight you’re mine.”
    Aurelia blushed and moved over to put on her seatbelt. Once she was settled, Zack scooted to the seat’s edge, pumped the gas pedal, and turned the key. The old engine coughed twice, spit out a ball of white smoke, and then started. Sighing in relief, he fastened his seatbelt and slowly made his way up the hill and back onto the road.
    “Something’s not right,” he said. “Somehow they keep finding us. I think it’s time to call in the cavalry.” He pulled out his phone and checked for a signal.
    “Who are you calling?”
    “Like any good pack member, I’m calling my alpha for help.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Remus hung up the phone and looked at Zander Temple. The National Council had sent him back down to talk to the children they’d recovered from the cave in hopes they could provide some clue to help discover who took them from pack lands. “Did you hear both sides of my conversation?”
    “Sorry, Alpha Remus, but I couldn’t help it. My hearing has always been exceptional. I gather your pup’s in trouble and he’s outside the country.”
    Remus nodded. “That’s right. He needs help in completing his mission and getting home.”
    “If you don’t mind me asking, where is he?”
    Remus winced. “Cartagena.”
    Zander’s mouth fell open. “South America?”
    Remus raised one brow. “Is there any other?”
    “What’s keeping him from coming home?”
    “The working theory is somebody in our government wants the young lady he’s traveling with. And apparently, they’ll do pretty much anything to get their hands on her.”
    “Is he sure it isn’t some drug runners trying to take him out because he’s trespassing on their turf? Or maybe they want to get their hands on him and hold him for ransom to fund their little venture?”
    “This was apparently their third attempt to get their hands on her. The first was at her own cabin, very remote in the mountains. They caught one of them that time, and he confirmed that someone wants the young lady brought back to the States pretty badly. Since then, they’ve hit them at a gas station where a vehicle was left for their use, and then on a back country road. That doesn’t sound like a turf war to me. They’re tracking them, maybe all the way back to the airport.”
    “Do we know who ‘they’ are?”
    “Not exactly. The girl was the unwilling guest of some government scientists when Zack was in the Marines. He and a buddy helped her escape, and the buddy sent her to his family for safekeeping. Apparently, they followed Zack and his friend when they traveled to Cartagena to see her.”
    “Why are they trying to bring her back? If she was safe and hidden, why call attention to her?”
    “He’s bringing her back because he thinks she can help.”
    “Help with what?”
    Remus sighed and moved to look out the window. “Zack says she has the ability to heal by touch. He thinks she can make the pups whole again.”
    Zander laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”
    Remus