The Wolf and the Bobcat: by E A Price Page A

angry because he was no closer to finding her. His wolf was constantly grouching at him, and his agitation over the situation was just getting worse. His body felt heated, and his skin too tight. His face was starting to take on a haunted look, and his eyes were constantly amber. He needed some relief, but he feared he would only get that when he found her, and that seemed to be less and less likely with every passing minute.
    When his stomach let out a furious grumble, he realized he hadn’t actually eaten since the previous day. He was neglecting to do the most basic things. So, he decided to grab a pizza and go back to his cabin, and eat it alone. He didn’t really feel like company.
    As he approached Pizza Moon, he saw his friend, Hunter. He had a sudden urge to turn and walk the other way. His friend already thought he was losing it, if Hunter saw him now, it would only make things worse.
    He started to move away, but his wolf roared. Casey frowned as the animal pushed forward, trying to take control. He tried to restrain the beast, but the wolf was more determined than ever. He pushed the man on, forcing him to move toward Hunter.
    Casey was desperately vying for control when his whole body started tingling. Her senses were invaded by the most delicious fragrance of violet. It was her scent . But he faltered slightly; it was mixed with blood.
    His wolf howled frantically, and Casey started running. Within seconds, he came face to face with his bobcat and his friend.
    The bobcat’s eyes widened in surprise, and her breathing sped up, making her chest heave. “You?” she exclaimed, excitedly.
    Casey took in her injured nose and the traces of blood on Hunter’s fingers. He and his wolf snarled. Casey felt his fangs lengthen, and he snapped them at his friend.
    Hunter held up his hands placatingly. “Whoa, man, it’s not what it looks like.”
    Red mist descended over Casey. He had finally found her, his mate, his perfect woman, and she was injured at the hands of his so-called friend. There was only one way to react.
    Casey balled up his fist and swiftly punched Hunter in the face. The other wolf fell to the ground with a grunt. Casey’s wolf let out a howl of triumph and goaded him to hit him again.
    He would have too, were it not for the small hand on his arm.
    She grasped his bicep, and her fingers curled into his shirt. “It was just an accident; I’m not hurt.”
    A feeling of calm pervaded his body, before warm desire replaced it. He turned to her, and a huge wolf-like grin spread over his face. Fuck, she was even more beautiful than he remembered. He almost forgot to breathe as he took in every luscious detail of his bobcat. Right from her sparkling violet eyes, to the gentle swell of her pert breasts and her pretty, pouting mouth. His heart lurched at seeing her injured face, but, in his opinion, it didn’t detract one iota from her beauty, and she would heal. But he was kicking himself for not being there to prevent it from happening.
    He wanted just to pick her up, run back to his cabin and lock her inside. And never let her go. He glanced up and down the street; there didn’t seem to be anyone about, he could probably get away with that.
    A few stifled groans came from the ground, and his wolf snarled. Should have hit him harder. His bobcat leaned down, in spite of Casey’s growls, and helped Hunter to his feet.
    Hunter scowled at him. “Jeez, it was just an accident, man. I hit her with the door, and she’s fine, right?”
    She nodded. “Yeah, really, I’m fine.”
    Casey huffed; his wolf was still prowling unhappily. “You should leave,” he barked at Hunter.
    Hunter gave him a puzzled look before turning to the bobcat; he was about to say something when Casey snarled.
    “Now!” he rumbled.
    She shrugged her shoulders. Hunter looked between the two of them, before sighing and leaving, muttering curses under his breath.
    Casey turned back to her. There was so much he wanted to say, and do,