A Highland Werewolf Wedding - By Terry Spear Page 0,33

he was downwind of the mammal, Cearnach raised his head to let the marten know he had company.

Because of the movement, the marten saw the two wolves, its eyes widening in horror, and quickly scampered away. Elaine stared in the direction the animal had gone, and then she sat up. Cearnach stood and nodded in the direction they needed to go. She got up, leaned her head down, and licked the cut on his foreleg that had occurred when he’d tried to reach his phone through the broken window in his demolished minivan. She whimpered.

Touched by her concern, he nudged her face, telling her he was fine.

The castle was not too far now. No sliver of a moon could be seen in the darkness, though the rains hadn’t started again. A heavy mist cloaked everything in shades of wet gray, which was perfect for wolves who shouldn’t have existed in Scotland and didn’t want to get caught out in the open.

They finally reached the long drive that led to Argent Castle, the portcullis and wooden gates still open. Most likely because Cearnach hadn’t returned yet. Some of his clan had to be out searching for him.

Before he could escort Elaine to the gate where lights illuminated the entryway, he heard a car engine rumbling as it approached the castle, the headlights peering into the gloom.

To be on the safe side, he kept Elaine hidden in the woods with him. The car didn’t sound or look familiar.

In the kennel where they were rounded up for the night, the wolfhounds began to bark, warning of intruders.

The black BMW’s tires crunched on the gravel drive, then stopped as the car parked outside the gates. The occupants—the driver and a passenger—remained inside as if waiting for an invitation. Cearnach glanced up at the castle towers flanking the gate entryway. One of his cousins was watching from each of the cylindrical towers. One was calling on his cell phone, warning Ian they had company, and the word would soon spread throughout the pack.

Cearnach watched and waited, intending on lending wolf teeth to a fight if that’s what was needed here. But his priority was keeping Elaine in the woods, quiet and safe for now. She stayed close to him, her body touching his, her tail straight out. She was tense, alert, and appeared ready for a skirmish.

Duncan, his youngest quadruplet brother, was headed for the gate, already armed with a sword, shirtless, and wearing only black trousers and boots. Two other clansmen flanked him, looking ready to shift and fight a battle to the death. Another two in wolf form hurried to catch up to lend backup.

Cearnach wanted to let them know he was all right, but he didn’t want to let anyone know Elaine was here with him, in case these men were the McKinleys or Kilpatricks and they had finally figured out that the rental car they had stolen was their distant cousin’s. He was afraid they’d attempt to take her with them. Not forcibly with all the muscle the MacNeill had in place, but in more of a placating way: We’re your kin, these people are not, and we have your belongings. Come back and we’ll make it up to you.

The driver’s door finally opened and redheaded Robert Kilpatrick got out. Cearnach stifled a low growl. Elaine barely breathed next to him, but then she growled even lower than he did. She was just as pissed off at Kilpatrick as he was.

When she took a couple of steps closer to the edge of the woods, Cearnach nipped at her, warning her not to go any further. He didn’t want them catching sight of her. She turned to look at him, trying to read his intent.

He breathed in deeply, trying to settle his own concern for her. She gave him an almost imperceptible smile. She wasn’t angry with him. Good. He didn’t want her to think he was that controlling. Even if he was pushing it at the moment.

The passenger door opened and Baird McKinley exited, surprising the hell out of Cearnach. Had he left his own wedding reception and bride to come here? Calla must have loved that. Unless she had known what had happened and forced him to come here to check on Elaine and him.

Cearnach was ready to tear into Robert, but he had a more important mission right now. Keep Elaine by his side and out of sight.

“What are you doing here?” Duncan asked, not giving the men a