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Dark Wolf Adrift

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by Aimee Easterling


  The beast surged back up through my body like a tsunami, lengthening the hairs on the backs of my arms and sharpening my teeth without quite breaking through my human skin. Rip and tear? he begged. But when I requested restraint, my animal half simply gazed long and hard upon the region’s strongest werewolf, waiting expectantly until Stormwinder’s inner beast rolled over to show its belly.

  And in that instant, I snapped mental fingers and bade my wolf to do the same.

  My darker half hesitated. I want... he began. But then, without further complaint, he huffed and obeyed. Dominance and supplication rolled into one, we offered a growl...and then our weakness to our host.

  In that moment of shared submission, I couldn’t help thinking back to the moment when I’d first met the man who would later become my boss. Then, I hadn’t known what Stormwinder was looking for. And when I’d dredged up his business card and called the older male to accept the proffered position, I hadn’t known what I was seeking in return.

  Now I understood both of our deepest desires. My boss-to-be had craved a monster on a leash and I’d wished for the safety net offered by that externally imposed restraint.

  At the time, it had seemed like a perfect symbiotic relationship. Since then, though, Stormwinder’s daughter had taught me that safety wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Perhaps, in turn, I’d taught Stormwinder that a monster on leash was inferior to a loyal hound at your back.

  Well, a semi-loyal hound with a mind of its own. Because I didn’t plan to obey every order Stormwinder barked out now or at any time in the future. Nor did I plan to be manipulated into propping up my boss’s already excessive power if my actions would end up harming innocents along the way.

  All of that said, I was willing to toe the line as best I could...assuming Stormwinder gave a little ground in return.

  “Well?” I prodded, returning us to the question of Blue-eyes’ wish to expand her horizons.

  “Of course she can go,” Stormwinder caved. Then, muttering beneath his breath: “She’d murder me in my sleep if I refused.”

  For a long moment, I peered into my boss’s face, trying to determine whether he would later come to regret his capitulation. But rather than anger, I instead saw my mentor’s eyes slowly crinkle up into the barest hint of a smile.

  Meanwhile, down beneath his skin, the expression on his wolf’s face was easy to read and equally easy to stomach. Ears pricked forward, jaws gaped, and tongue lolled.

  Stormwinder hadn’t liked the way I’d taken the bit between my teeth when creating a school for his daughter, but it was evident that he nonetheless accepted my actions. And the result was an emotion he’d never graced me with before.

  Yes, at long last, Stormwinder gazed upon me with respect.

  Epilogue

  During the two years that followed, I got into the habit of meeting with a special young attendee of Stormwinder’s finishing school at the onset of each semester. My primary motivation was to watch someone who I considered a little sister grow up into the world-wise woman she’d been fated to become. Meanwhile, I also felt an obligation to keep an eye on the fledgling establishment and make sure it continued to treat its students right.

  But if I was honest, I took Blue-eyes out twice a year as a sort of report card for myself. If Angelica pursed her lips and frowned when I related my recent escapades, then I dug a little deeper in search of my moral compass. And if her bright eyes twinkled as she laughed at my escapades, then I patted myself on the back as praise for a job well done.

  “So what’s new?” I asked Angelica one fall afternoon when she was a hair’s breadth away from turning twenty-one. Neither Chris nor I had set up the school with a specific graduation date in mind. But it just made sense that the pack princesses’ education would last the same four years as the average stay at a human college.

  In which case, my mentor’s daughter was already halfway through her term in the outside world.

  “Well, Ophelia didn’t come back this year,” Blue-eyes confided. “She and Colin mated over the summer and now she’s running the business side of his clan.”

  “That makes two,” I said, disappointed. Last semester, a different member of Angelica’s inner circle had been drawn back into the patriarchal world she’d so recently left behind. Meanwhile, Carla Darter, the young lady whose judgment had spurred me to shed my leash in the first place, had never even enrolled.

  “Yeah,” Angelica said, shrugging as she slipped another spoonful of strawberry ice cream between equally rosy lips before continuing to speak with her mouth half full. “Not what I would’ve done. But it was the right decision for both of them at the time. And there are always other students wanting to enroll, so it’s no big deal for the school either.”

  She was right. The Stormwinder School for Girls was thriving. In fact, the establishment hadn’t even needed any supplemental donations from my boss’s coffers...well aside from his annual tuition payment to fund the education of his beloved daughter.

  Meanwhile, Angelica seemed far more interested in the frozen treat than in her friend’s desertion. But I couldn’t help noticing that her already vibrant pack-princess aroma had matured at the same pace as her physical form, suggesting I would soon be forced to take my big-brother role seriously and beat interested suitors off Blue-eyes with a stick.

  Because Chad had come a long way, but he certainly couldn’t be trusted to do that job right.

  My task would be ten times harder once Angelica’s hormones caught up with her agile brain. So, as during each of our previous meetings, I felt her out as subtly as I could...which is to say pretty darn unsubtly. “How about you? Any cute guys catch your fancy?”

  Angelica raised a single eyebrow in an expression I’d seen on her father’s face a thousand times over the last two years. “Are you kidding me? Pin myself down when the world’s my oyster? No way.”

  She poked at my chest with the bowl of her spoon before continuing. “Now you need to start thinking about a mate. You’re already getting up there in years, grandpa. Pretty soon, you’ll be past your prime and....”

  Blue-eyes kept yammering on. Or so I assumed—once she got an idea in her head, she was generally loathe to let it go. But my own initial impulse to argue my preferred bachelor status faded as a shiver the like of which I’d never before experienced ran down my spine.

  My mouth watered as my tongue captured the rich flavors of fennel and garlic with just the barest overtone of honeyed sweetness. Abruptly, I felt alive. Invigorated. Whole.

  I attempted to force an explanation between frozen lips. But the notion fled before I’d so much as touched tongue to palate.

  Instead, my vision dimmed ever so slightly and my chest tightened uncomfortably in tandem. I was losing control over my inner beast, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why. It had been over eighteen months since my previous lapse.

  I was out of my seat and running down the sidewalk before I even realized I was leaving a pack princess unguarded in an unaffiliated city. Luckily, Blue-eyes was smart enough to trot along in my wake while I followed the scent down one block, across the street, and through a narrow alley.

  As we came out the other side, a voice drifted toward me along the same breeze that was carrying the intoxicating aroma. “...not safe to spend the night here, Keith,” a female shifter said. “We need to get back on the road and head toward home.”

  “Aw, come on,” countered a young, male voice, whiny but submissive. I wouldn’t have to rip that one to shreds for the minor crime of standing in her proximity. For daring to brush up against the female I’d already decided to claim as my own.

  The next voice was deeper, though, and the rumble in my throat emerged as an outright snarl. “She’s right. I smell....”

  He smelled me. Rounding one last corner, I caught sight of six young shifters piling into a shiny SUV. One of the males was barely old enough to shift—likely right around fourteen years of age—while the others were a bit older a
nd a bit more competition.

  No worries. I can still knock their teeth out with one arm tied behind my back.

  Deep in the recesses of our shared brain, my human half realized that the unmanageable beast was back with a vengeance and that I’d regret my actions come morning. But when the oldest male met my gaze, I was gratified rather than horrified by his inability to affix his eyes to mine.

  I barely spent a second on the dominance battle, though, zeroing in on my target instead. She didn’t look like much from a human point of view. Skinny build, worn clothes, hair tousled from what had likely been a road trip to the nearest beach.

  Yep, now that I thought about it, an overtone of salt added a piquant seasoning to the female’s saucy odor. The jut of her chin confirmed that analysis, the twist of full lips hinting at a healthy dose of humor that counterbalanced her apparent role as the males’ boss.

  She had an air of Blue-eyes. But this female was older, wiser, more intriguing. I felt drunk merely standing at the edge of her presence.

  “How about you talk about what you smell while driving?” she recommended, claiming shotgun as the four younger males fell all over themselves in an attempt to claim the best back seats.

  I waited for the enticing female to latch onto my scent, to glance in my direction. A tremor ran through my body as I anticipated the meeting of our eyes, the way her gaze would glide in a gentle caress across my skin, like cool raindrops out of a clear blue sky.

  But she didn’t even realize I existed. Instead, my prey swung her legs into the vehicle, glancing back over one shoulder to check on her youngest pack mate in the process.

  Soon, she’d close the car door and drive off down that street never to be seen or heard from again. I opened my mouth to call out...but all that emerged was a gasp as Blue-eyes slammed into the small of my back.

  “Way to leave a girl with the bill!” she groused, her words barely making sense despite the current acuity of my hearing. To my wolf, they were simply sounds. Loud sounds that prevented us from paying proper attention to our prey.

  I’d only taken my eye off the prize for a split second. But when I zeroed back in on the female, her vehicle was already pulling out into traffic.

  Then, as quickly as the scent trail had encircled me and overwhelmed my thought processes, the spicy aroma of fennel was gone.

  WANT TO LEARN MORE about the fennel-scented female? Hunter returns in the Alpha Underground series, told from the point of view of an outpack half-werewolf who he hopes will become his mate. For a sneak preview, simply turn the page.

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  Chapter 1

  Three shifters walked into a bar.

  It sounds like the beginning of a corny joke, doesn’t it?

  But here’s a little more information for you. I was those shifters’ alpha and den mother rolled into one. Two of the barhoppers were jail bait or close to it. And the establishment in question was filled to the brim with horny, lawless, outpack males.

  No wonder I wasn’t laughing and was in a big hurry.

  I breezed past the bouncer with a show of entirely human teeth, then rolled my eyes at his laxness. The employee wasn’t being remiss by not checking my ID. Not in a werewolf bar. But he still wasn’t really doing his job.

  I was twenty-one—barely—which is all humans would have cared about when allowing entrance to a drinking establishment. But the guy at the door in a shifter bar was supposed to turn away anyone without the ability to don fur and howl at the moon. And even though I was technically a shifter, my half-human heritage meant my wolf was too weak to rise up behind my eyes and prove her worth to the bouncer.

  Good thing I was accustomed to faking it.

  But I wasn’t home free just yet. I’d barely set foot in the sea of writhing bodies when one of those lawless males alluded to earlier grabbed my arm, swinging me around to collide hard with his chest. My chin thudded against bare flesh only slightly less hairy than it would have been in lupine form and my nose took in the over-ripe scent of unwashed man.

  Ugh. Not that it would have mattered if he was cute. I was on a mission and Ginger, Cinnamon, and Lia had a half-hour head start on me. I could only imagine what kind of mischief the trouble twins and their tagalong cousin could get up to during thirty long minutes alone.

  “Nice to see another lady in the place,” the male offered with a triumphant leer, clearly pleased with himself for having snagged one of the few females in evidence. His words made it sound like he was trying to pick me up, but his iron grip on my bicep presented a very different picture. Ten feet in the door, I was already in trouble.

  Luckily, I was up to the challenge.

  “Not interested,” I replied sweetly, grinding the heel of one boot into the top of my assailant’s arch. I hadn’t dressed to impress and didn’t particularly expect my hiking shoes to make much of an impression. But I was pleasantly surprised. This particular male must have shown up at the back door in wolf form because his feet were bare. And they were also apparently quite sensitive to being stomped on.

  Unfortunately, the shifter didn’t so much release me as fling me across the room to land against the legs of another group of outpack males. This time I was the one initiating the collision, and the male I struck wasn’t impressed. Snarling, he kicked me out of his path. But at least he didn’t look down.

  I guess my weak wolf has a few things going for her, I thought as I struggled to my feet. There had to be at least a hundred males in the room and most of them were almost certainly outpack werewolves with no clan—or woman—of their own. A lone female like me in a bar like this was akin to lighting a match beside a powder keg then standing there tapping my foot while wondering if anything would blow.

  Luckily, my half-blood skin didn’t exude the same sort of come-hither charm as a pure-bred pack princess would have. And, in the dimness of the dance floor, my tomboy apparel probably made me look like just another shifter kid out on his own and hunting for a good time.

  Or perhaps the males’ lack of attention to my skinny form was the result of vastly more enticing eye candy on the other side of the room. Because I soon caught sight of my three pack mates by dint of following everyone’s gazes to a table off to the side of the bar. There, Ginger was belting out an accompaniment to the piped-in music and providing enticing visual aids to prove that tequila did indeed make her clothes fall off.

  “Take it all off!” one of the shifters beside me hollered, and the crowd surged forward in one enthusiastic mass. I figured it wouldn’t be long before the first horny guy made it past Cinnamon’s guard and turned this happy crowd into a bloodbath. So I gave up on pushing between chests and instead dropped down into a crouch, weaving my way around legs as hefty as tree trunks.

  Abruptly, I found myself pushed into a corner of the room, my trajectory losing perspective as Ginger’s voice was drowned out by roars of encouragement. For a split second, I was back in the tiny cellar where I’d been stuffed by bullying pure-breeds when I was barely old enough to attend kindergarten. Dark, close, no way out. Sweat broke out on my forehead and I forced fingers between knees to stop the former from trembling.

  Okay, so I’ll admit it. My knees were trembling too.

  This is absurd. They got themselves into this mess and they can get themselves right back out of it.

  My single glimpse of Ginger had proven that her brother was indeed at her back, ready and willing to take on the entire room full of shifters in her defense. The male twin had one hand on Lia’s arm too, proving his intent to guard his cousin as well as his sister. Still, the kid had looked scared even as she did her best to mimic Ginger’s gyrations.

  So, yes, I could pretend that the three teenagers would make it out of there alive without my assistance...even if that pretense would
have been a bald-faced lie.

  But I just couldn’t talk myself into the mental evasion. I’d been abandoned too many times in my life to do the same for members of my own pack.

  Plus, I was ostensibly those teenagers’ alpha, which meant I was in charge of keeping their flesh attached to their bones. I knew it and they knew it. Why else would Ginger have made the admittedly stupid decision to try out another shifter bar despite the fallout from her last similar attempt? Even she wouldn’t have gone off half-cocked if backup wasn’t on the way.

  So I pulled a deep breath into lungs that already ached from overexertion and I pushed my way back into the crowd.

  “READY TO GO HOME?” I called up to my pack mates when I finally achieved my destination. Cinnamon was laughing in delight at his sister’s antics, Lia had finally discovered the beat, and Ginger had stripped down to a bra and miniskirt with nothing underneath.

  I knew the latter fact not only because I could see straight up her skirt but also because she was stepping out of lacy undies and preparing to fling them into the crowd as I spoke. The female trouble twin flicked the aromatic garment away with one finger, and the lucky males close enough to have a chance at claiming the prize fell to the ground in a pile of testosterone-crazed aggression and greed.

  Unfortunately, though, most of the shifters wanted a piece of the original, not just a scrap of fabric that had picked up the pack princess’s scent. My stomach banged painfully against the edge of the table as I was thrust forward by another surge of the crowd. In response, I grabbed onto the laminated particleboard with grim fingers, doing my best to hold my ground while waiting for my pack mates to come to their senses.

  For a moment, Ginger merely smiled at the show. Then her eyes took on a truly wicked gleam as she glanced down at me, proving she wasn’t ready to let me off the hook just yet.

  “Hey, Fen,” she called in greeting. “What a blast, huh?”

 

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