Sirens blared in the distance. They were coming.
“Shit!” She was supposed to be out of here by now.
As she looked down out of the third story window, she feared busting her head on the pavement more than she feared time in jail. The cat would be out of the bag soon. She’d set her fiancé up and if she didn’t haul ass now, she would pay.
The panicked voices from the lower floor confirmed that Brad heard the cops approaching. Tamara climbed on the windowsill, and gripped the panes for balance. She swallowed dry air and her heart tightened. Her choices were limited. Die on the asphalt below or rot in jail. Either way she was doomed, so she took the jump.
When she hit the hard pavement, her legs gave out and buckled under her. Her body toppled over. In an attempt to keep her stability, she lifted her hands out in front of her. She’d saved herself from falling on her face, but her elbows and knees hit the rough gravel. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. As her bones throbbed in pain, she dragged herself toward some bushes. Blue lights flashed all around her, casting eerie shadows on the trees. Running through the forest was her only escape, but she needed to get a head start.
Her hand connected with the wired fence. She was stuck.
Her head swirled as the sirens and police radios echoed around her. Digging her fingers in the dirt, she managed to kneel. The bruises on her leg stung like someone had packed salt into them. She could stay huddled behind the bushes and pray the cops didn’t search there or she could come out from behind them to turn herself in. One thing was for certain; she wouldn’t get very far with a sprained ankle. And if she did, by the time she got to the station, her train would be gone.
Tamara tried again to stand up, but the ache was unbearable. Something rustled in the bushes next to her, and she strained her ears to hear better over the noise and mayhem surrounding the museum.
A low grumbling resonated behind her. The noise sounded like something that would come from a wild dog. She turned her head slowly in the direction of the sound. Her gaze met a pair of bright emerald eyes. A scream caught in her throat when she realized the eyes belonged to a huge wolf. Her heart halted.
The wolf’s grumble turned to a growl. Now she was certain the devil existed. She was trying to escape to a better future, and her very life was threatened yet again. It wasn’t until a tear landed between her lips that she realized she was crying.
“Nice…wolfie.” Tamara scooted back on her hands and knees away from the wolf.
The wolf tilted its nose and glared at her. It stepped forward, sniffing the air around her. The head and shoulders were massive and the face broad. He had to be male. She wasn’t a stranger to wolves and had encountered them many times in the Virginia wilderness. But what was one doing out and about in the city?
Her head turned in the direction of male voices. Cops. Had Brad and the others ratted her out? She ducked lower as they came nearer.
The wolf must have sensed her panic because he turned with ears perked up and sniffed the air behind it.
“There’s another one around here somewhere,” the cop said. “He jumped from that open window up there.”
Tamara squeezed her lips together, and kept her eyes on the wolf. For some reason, the wolf did nothing to bring attention to their location. Surely her cover would be blown if it so much as growled one more time.
Suddenly, the wolf moved forward slowly and bowed its head with the nose nearly touching the ground. She recognized this as a gesture of submission. It was as if he understood her plight and pitied her.
Tamara reached out slowly with her hand until she came in contact with the wolf’s face. The fur was surprisingly soft. He turned his face into her palm and sniffed loudly.
“I’ve done something very bad, wolfie.”
With shaky fingers, she reached up to stroke the side of his belly. Maybe she’d bumped her head on the pavement from the fall. Perhaps she’d even died and gone to Heaven as a result of the fall. Why else would she be allowed to stand within millimeters of a living breath wild wolf and not be mauled alive?
The wolf lifted its head to make eye contact with her and came closer. He nudged at her forearm and moved so that they were side by side. That was when she glimpsed his size. He had to have been the biggest wolf she’d ever seen.
“Hold on.”
Tamara jumped back. What the…? Did the wolf just talk to her? Damn, she must really be hallucinating.
Her life was over anyway. If she were killed and eaten by a humongous wolf, no one would even care. Did she want to spend the rest of her life in a jail cell next to Brad Thatcher or be this wolf’s next meal?
She looped her arm around its neck and dragged herself on top. Before she could utter her next breath, the wolf leaped into the air and over the fence. The transition happened so fast that everything went by in a blur.
When it landed on the other side, it raced through the forest taking her away from the blaring sirens. Taking her away from the jail sentence she deserved for breaking into that museum. Taking her away from the life she hated so much. It seemed she rode for hours on the back of the wolf by the time it stopped next to a stream.
She slid off its back and it walked up to the stream and took a drink. All the while, he kept his eyes on her.
“Thank you, wolfie.”
The wolf’s forehead creased and it studied her while lapping up the water.
Tamara glanced around the forest, seeing nothing but trees and bramble in the darkness. The wolf had taken her far, and all she heard were night owls and critters around them. A chilled breeze rushed over her and she shivered, rubbing her hands over her arms. She lifted her wrist and glanced down at the time. The train she was supposed to catch had already left.
She sighed. What would she do now?
The wolf backed away from the stream and turned. After taking a long look at her, it started in the other direction.
It was leaving. Digging her nails into the dirt, she tried to lift herself on her feet. A strong shock shot up the back of her leg. Grabbing her thighs, she doubled over. This time she bit into her lip and could have sworn she drew blood. When she looked up again, the wolf had already moved several yards away from her.
Finally, Tamara managed to bring herself to an upright position. She took several steps before the toe of her boot stumbled over something hard on the ground. Once again, she lost her balance and it seemed as though the world turned upside down. Her back hit the forest floor in a thud and her vision became hazy.
When she opened her eyes again, the emerald stare of the wolf was there again. She felt her lips spread into a smile. Arms blanketed her. This time she felt skin and muscles, not the soft fur of the wolf. There was a face of a man and dark hair that swept the forehead. But the eyes were the same.
What the—
Tamara frowned, her blurry gaze sweeping the man’s face. “Wolfie?”
It was all she could manage before exhaustion set in. Sleep. All she wanted to do was rest. Her heavy eyelids closed as pain and confusion swirled throughout her head.
Darkness claimed her…
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AMBER ELLA MONROE
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Ascend
Reclaimed
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Reclaimed (Wolf in Exile Part 4)
Copyright © August 2015 by Amber Ella Monroe
Published by Obsidian Gem Publishing LLC
Cover Design by Satyr Designs
Second Edition Proofread by Michelle Olson
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This is a work of fiction. The characters, places, incidents, and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or person, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
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