A Highland Werewolf Wedding - By Terry Spear Page 0,28
about Cearnach crashing the wedding—to their way of thinking—and stirring up trouble that they wanted to pay him back. He hadn’t thought they’d go to these lengths.
He ran as if his life depended on it, frantic that Elaine might have come to harm, or that they might have somehow gotten hold of her. But he was certain she would be growling, baring her teeth, charging, and snapping her jaws if anyone had tried to approach her, and he would hear her feral outrage.
When he reached the bottom of the long, narrow steps, where they had headed for the beach, he didn’t see Elaine. His heart slamming into his ribs, he looked up at the steps leading into the tunnel that took them into the inner bailey. She wasn’t anywhere that he could see. Not on the stairs, the path, or the beach.
He smelled the air. She’d been here recently. He ran for the steps leading to the castle tunnel, and by the time he’d come to the entrance, she was entering it.
He’d never seen a more beautiful sight. He wanted to hug the life out of her now that he knew she was all right. She paused, looking upset, but with her tail held out straight behind her.
Even before he joined her to nuzzle her, to greet her and tell her how relieved he was to see her safe, he knew that she’d learned their clothes were gone, stolen from the cannon.
Chapter 7
Elaine had feared the worst once she realized Robert Kilpatrick and his kin—her kin also, as much as she hated to admit it—had planned to steal her car. Had they found the clothes in the cannon?
She smelled the men’s scent on the stairs and where they had moved all over the place looking for where she and Cearnach had been. They would have smelled their scents and discovered their clothes in the centuries-old weapon.
Before she even poked her nose inside, she knew her clothes were gone, and she felt her whole body tense in anger. At first, she had stared dumbly at the ancient weapon as if by looking at it hard enough and peeking in again, she could make their belongings reappear.
She smelled the scent of the two men who had brushed up against the cannon and recognized them as the same two who had approached them, one being Vardon, who had hit her.
Seeing Robert Kilpatrick gloating over what they’d done to Cearnach’s car infuriated her. The bastards. She should be on her cousin’s side, but not when she didn’t know him and he’d done this mischief. And not when she had seen the way Cearnach had acted in the church. He hadn’t protested Calla’s wedding or disturbed the ceremony in the least. Well, maybe a little. Angered that the men would steal her belongings and Cearnach’s and destroy his car, she growled softly.
She felt utterly defeated. Everything she’d brought with her on the trip was in the car. Passport, driver’s license, money, clothes, credit card—everything was in there. The vehicle was insured under her name. Which meant she was liable for the car, too.
Because they were werewolves, they couldn’t go to the police about matters like this. Not with the concern that someone might end up in police custody. A confined wolf who couldn’t control his shifting could spell danger for all their kind.
Cearnach licked her face and urged her to come with him.
She hesitated, though she really didn’t have any alternative. Most likely he intended to take her to his castle, and his pack would help her out. What made her hesitate was the knowledge that running through the countryside as wolves could be a dangerous business. Even in Florida, where wolves no longer roamed free, she had to be careful. She’d been mistaken for a German shepherd once, or at least a mixed breed of some sort.
A dog. She humphed to herself. Worse? A dogcatcher had actually caught her and taken her to the pound. Nothing worse than being caged up with a bunch of noisy dogs when she was a wolf! Since they’d caught her early in the morning, she’d had to stay there until everyone left for the night. Thankfully, the workers had left a couple of windbreakers hanging on a coatrack, so when she left, she hadn’t been completely naked.
She didn’t want to leave Senton Castle, the place where she’d had all that belonged to her in Scotland. Then she reminded herself that those belongings were just stuff. The Kilpatricks and