Page 22 of Mating Season
Get down.My wolf yanked on me and I fell to the ground as she started to panic.What do they feed them in the south?
Thought you weren’t scared.I sucked in air, trying to refill what had been knocked out of me, as I rolled to my side.
She can eat us!my wolf screamed.
Not so tough now, are you?
Give me a second to think.
Take all the time you need.I crawled to my knees. “New plan. Let’s get out of here and find a nice hotel with a hot tub to relax in.”
“I didn’t realize wolves could get that big.” Fallon was still staring.
I jerked her down to my level, trying not to draw the giant wolf’s attention our way, especially after our history. “We’re screwed.”
Amber and Danielle whined, pawing the ground as their wolves crawled forward on their bellies.
“Not like screwed, screwed,” I tried to reassure them. “But maybe it’s best to stay out of her way. We can split the packs up. Run in totally different directions….”
A noise on the slope behind us had me baring my fangs.
There was a small brown wolf with short fur poking her snout through the trees followed by a taller golden wolf with light red streaks down her fluffy tail. I sniffed the air, recognizing them just as Amber’s and Danielle’s wolves bounded forward. The sisters bumped into and rubbed against Ismelda’s and Kimberly’s wolves.
“Great. We’re running a daycare now.” Fallon shooed the younger females, herding them back up the mountain and away from whatever was going on down by the pond.
“They’re not that much younger than us,” I said. But the way their wolves tumbled together didn’t add weight to my point.
A chestnut-colored wolf was standing on the knoll past the thicket of aspen trees. I hesitated at seeing her, resisting the urge to call the other females back like dogs.
Fallon sniffed the air. “I was wondering where she’d gone.”
“Who?” I didn’t recognize the newcomer’s scent, but Kimberly and Ismelda raced over to her side.
Before Fallon could explain, the brown wolf shifted. Pale human skin dotted with freckles replaced her fur and long brown tresses fell around her shoulders.
As a general rule, shifters didn’t care about nudity, but I couldn’t help gawking at her hourglass shape. Like I knew I had a womanly body, but… damn.
Fallon let out a low whistle, making me feel less like a solitary creeper, and nodded at the woman. “Sarah.”
Sarah Chism from Nashville jumped down from the boulder and I tried not to stare at her boobs bouncing.
“Just the woman I was hoping to run into,” she said.
When Fallon didn’t answer, I looked up. “Me?”
“They said you might do your own thing this mating season. I want in.” Sarah came to a stop in front of me. The slight country lilt to her accent was so adorable.
Too bad she was crazy.
I glanced around at the trail cams placed strategically in the woods and the drone that buzzed lazily overhead, wondering if this was some kind of twist the producers cooked up.
“Who said what?”
Sarah draped her arm over my shoulder, turning us so we were looking at the valley and pond below. “They said you wouldn’t join them and we were to tell them if you showed up. So naturally, I want to know what you’ll be doing instead. The way I see it, Ranger will be leading the season. Despite what Edith thinks, I’m betting he’ll pick you.”
I will cut a bitch if he doesn’t.
Sarah smiled with perfect teeth as if she could hear my wolf in my head. “So, what exactly is the plan?”