Moon Claimed (Werewolf Dens #2) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,36

trees where I knew him to be.

We inhaled.

Pine. Musk. River water. Sweat.

The scents hit us one after the other like brick walls. Pine, musk, river water, sweat. We staggered from the force of the smells, and a panicked yelp left our snarling lips as we clawed at the crumbling rock ledge.

Nope.

Yelping, we rolled down the crumbling, rocky hill. I didn’t care. Pine, musk, river water, sweat. Pine, musk, river water, sweat. Slamming to a halt against a thick root, the smell barraged our senses, filling us with need.

Pine, musk, river water, sweat.

He’s coming, my wolf said with difficulty.

We struggled upward as Greyson stalked into the clearing. Sinking down, we snapped and growled our warning, ears pressing back. Our claws splayed in the forest floor, ready to provide traction, eager to slice and tear.

The wolf took a step closer, and our snarl intensified. Pine, musk, river water, sweat.

Take another step and I will kill you, my wolf boomed.

Full of shit. We were disorientated to say the least. We shook our head, but the scents kept bouncing around in there.

You are mine, she-wolf, Greyson answered.

We will never belong to you. You murdered a member of her pack.

Greyson tilted his head. She was in danger.

She can handle herself. Leave. Or die by my fangs and claws. You are no mate of mine.

A whine slipped from our teeth as his scent swam around us.

What’s wrong? he demanded.

We didn’t answer as our legs gave out and we trembled on the ground. I listened absently to the cracking of bone and ripping of sinew, thankful it wasn’t coming from me.

The one I like is here, my wolf purred.

I cracked open an eyelid and took in a very naked Sascha. You’re fucking kidding me. We don’t like him either!

I do. A lot.

Fucking traitor.

“You’re okay, little bird,” Sascha said in a low voice that one of us liked far too much.

Don’t come any closer, I mentally snapped at him.

He won’t hear us in two-legged form, she told me.

He sank to a crouch and held both hands up. “I need to get closer to see what’s wrong.”

Maybe the gnashing teeth gave away my mood.

There’s nothing wrong with the way he smells. Mmm. She inhaled deeply.

What is it? I demanded.

The scent meet. On our behalf anyway. Judging by his lack of reaction, he’s already scented us.

Oh, fuck. She was right. Where’s the sex part?

Both of you must be in two-legged form.

“You need to shift back.” Sascha shuffled closer.

He’s right. Her voice echoed in my head. Our head.

Whatever.

Panting, I moved away, stopping when my butt hit the crumbling hill at our back.

“Easy, little bird. Easy. You need to focus on what you look like as a human. Imagine the way your body moves in that form. The way you see and smell. The shape of your ears and mouth. The feel of your fingertips.”

Not doing it.

My wolf snorted. You will not be a normal companion, I see. This time, I will trigger the shift. But I prefer this form and will not help you again.

Don’t you dare. The heat!

Her thoughts seized mine. Hands through sand. Hair tickling my lower back. The long, graceful movement of two legs.

Crack.

Short nails. Warm toes.

Pop.

Upright. Soft voice.

Crack, crack, crack.

The invisible force took over, and we whined as it flung us forward again.

Human arms.

Human body.

Red hair plastered against my sweaty forehead.

In a crouch, my legs reversed and lengthened with a series of sickening crunches and groans so much faster than my descent into the other.

My face drew in, shortening, sharpening, and I jolted as my whine morphed to panting gasps. Knees to my chest and hair in a tangled curtain between me and Sascha, I struggled to get my bearings from my crouched position before him.

Oh my god. I was back.

My breath hitched.

“Andie,” Sascha said, his voice filled with wonder. “Beautiful wolf.”

My senses were sharper.

I felt strong. Powerful. Fast. I could hear the trickle of where the closest stream met Lake Thana.

They weren’t as attuned as in wolf form, but I was…

I was a predator.

I was alive.

Inhaling, I froze. Wrenching my head upward, I locked eyes with Sascha as heat filled me. A heat I knew.

A heat I wanted.

Crying out, I rested forward on my knees, widening my thighs in invitation as my hands swept my body. “Sascha.”

His voice choked, and he came for me.

As I wanted him to.

A smile crossed my lips.

He found me, hands gripping my ass to bring our naked bodies flush. The feel of our skin touching was bliss. The inferno in me