strength to tear his way through the hull, but destroying the plane was not his intent. That jet was the only way off this island and he 60 Camille Anthony
needed it intact and capable of flying. Besides, it belonged to Hunter McCallum’s group and he wasn’t stupid enough to bring himself to the personal attention of that Alpha.
Unlike Janecek, McCallum was no softhearted wulf, hiding his true hungers under a veneer of overcooked beef. He had found an acceptable way to realize his true nature without having to kowtow to humans. No, he’d wait until one of the men exited the plane and take him captive. He’d use the one to pry out the other and take over the vehicle. Once he discovered which male he needed the most, he’d dispose of the other.
Licking his chops, Delin hunkered down in the underbrush, belly full and swollen with the bulk of the medium-sized deer he’d consumed for breakfast. Ordinarily, a kill such as that would hold him for two or more days. Still, his mouth watered at the thought of sinking his teeth into soft human flesh saturated with rivers of rich, salty blood. He sincerely hoped the human wasn’t the one needed to fly him out.
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Brandon sat across the room from the women, broodingly watching Rosemary trying to reassure her fellow clients. His respect for her rose to new heights. Having intimate knowledge of how badly she felt about Anita’s death, he was proud of her coming out of her comfort zone to help those struggling with the tragedy. He shifted on his seat, uncomfortable with the other trainers being in such close vicinity of the clients. For some reason -- he didn’t know why -- he disliked the idea of all those wulves crowded around her.
They had a right to be there; their jobs, like his, dictated they stay with their clients.
What better place was there to congregate than the dining room? Everyone was talking about the murder, speculating on where and how Delin had disappeared, because once Pavel had revealed the victim’s identity at yesterday’s lunch, no one doubted who the perpetrator was.
The other trainers talked about hunting him, but Brandon didn’t have any interest in that. He had no intention of running after Delin and leaving his client here at the spa…unguarded. No, he planned on staying right here, keeping a sharp watch on the woman assigned to his care.
“…whaddya think, Brandon?”
“Huh?” He hadn’t been paying a bit of attention.
Ruff repeated himself. “I asked if you think things will get back to normal soon.”
“If you mean will the women once more be vying for a chance at your cock, then yeah, I guess so.”
Ruff waggled his brows up and down, a smile playing at the corners of his mobile lips.
“What can I say…? I’m a beast!”
“A damned rutting cur, if you ask me,” Brandon muttered, not caring that Ruff heard his low-voiced complaint.
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The taller wulf drew up, a frown replacing his smile. “Hey, Brand, what’s with the snarky remark? What the hell nipped your tail today?”
“Help yourself to all of them, but do not look to Rosemary,” he warned, his anger at the amoral gigolo growing.
Ruff held up his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, she’s all yours. I’ll leave her to your tender mercies, pup.”
The older wulf was always mocking him! If he thought his snide comment would placate him, he was dead wrong. Yeah, dead sounded pretty good, in fact.
Brandon bared his fangs in threat. “If you mess with her, I’ll kill you.” He glared at all the other wulves, daring them to cross him, raising his voice to shout, “And that goes for the rest of you!”
Jerking to his feet, he started around the table, determined to take her away from here, away from the covetous gazes of these perpetually horny wulves.
Trey’s hand in his chest stopped his forward momentum. “Whoa, dude, you’re partially shifted. You can’t mingle with the
needed it intact and capable of flying. Besides, it belonged to Hunter McCallum’s group and he wasn’t stupid enough to bring himself to the personal attention of that Alpha.
Unlike Janecek, McCallum was no softhearted wulf, hiding his true hungers under a veneer of overcooked beef. He had found an acceptable way to realize his true nature without having to kowtow to humans. No, he’d wait until one of the men exited the plane and take him captive. He’d use the one to pry out the other and take over the vehicle. Once he discovered which male he needed the most, he’d dispose of the other.
Licking his chops, Delin hunkered down in the underbrush, belly full and swollen with the bulk of the medium-sized deer he’d consumed for breakfast. Ordinarily, a kill such as that would hold him for two or more days. Still, his mouth watered at the thought of sinking his teeth into soft human flesh saturated with rivers of rich, salty blood. He sincerely hoped the human wasn’t the one needed to fly him out.
Werewulf Journals 4: Sated Pleasures
61
Shifting Realities
Brandon sat across the room from the women, broodingly watching Rosemary trying to reassure her fellow clients. His respect for her rose to new heights. Having intimate knowledge of how badly she felt about Anita’s death, he was proud of her coming out of her comfort zone to help those struggling with the tragedy. He shifted on his seat, uncomfortable with the other trainers being in such close vicinity of the clients. For some reason -- he didn’t know why -- he disliked the idea of all those wulves crowded around her.
They had a right to be there; their jobs, like his, dictated they stay with their clients.
What better place was there to congregate than the dining room? Everyone was talking about the murder, speculating on where and how Delin had disappeared, because once Pavel had revealed the victim’s identity at yesterday’s lunch, no one doubted who the perpetrator was.
The other trainers talked about hunting him, but Brandon didn’t have any interest in that. He had no intention of running after Delin and leaving his client here at the spa…unguarded. No, he planned on staying right here, keeping a sharp watch on the woman assigned to his care.
“…whaddya think, Brandon?”
“Huh?” He hadn’t been paying a bit of attention.
Ruff repeated himself. “I asked if you think things will get back to normal soon.”
“If you mean will the women once more be vying for a chance at your cock, then yeah, I guess so.”
Ruff waggled his brows up and down, a smile playing at the corners of his mobile lips.
“What can I say…? I’m a beast!”
“A damned rutting cur, if you ask me,” Brandon muttered, not caring that Ruff heard his low-voiced complaint.
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The taller wulf drew up, a frown replacing his smile. “Hey, Brand, what’s with the snarky remark? What the hell nipped your tail today?”
“Help yourself to all of them, but do not look to Rosemary,” he warned, his anger at the amoral gigolo growing.
Ruff held up his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, she’s all yours. I’ll leave her to your tender mercies, pup.”
The older wulf was always mocking him! If he thought his snide comment would placate him, he was dead wrong. Yeah, dead sounded pretty good, in fact.
Brandon bared his fangs in threat. “If you mess with her, I’ll kill you.” He glared at all the other wulves, daring them to cross him, raising his voice to shout, “And that goes for the rest of you!”
Jerking to his feet, he started around the table, determined to take her away from here, away from the covetous gazes of these perpetually horny wulves.
Trey’s hand in his chest stopped his forward momentum. “Whoa, dude, you’re partially shifted. You can’t mingle with the
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