She took a steadying breath. She couldn’t deny he still held her heart captive.
Like before, a strap tied his shoulder-length dark brown hair back. A black leather jacket fitted over his broad shoulders, and denims stretched comfortably down his long, muscular legs to his well-worn western boots. He was every bit as handsome as she remembered him, only much taller and more imposing and real than the photos Argos had sent her.
She focused on Devlyn’s mouth. How many women had he kissed since he’d kissed her? Her veins turned to ice as an uncontrollable jealousy washed over her.
Was he already mated? Her gut tightened with the idea. She shifted her gaze back to his eyes. His dark brown eyes turned into black quartz, angry with a hint of concern.
Did he recognize her? Sure he did. If she caught him in his wolf suit, she’d know him any day. But how had he found her?
Unless ... unless ... somehow the fact that a red wolf was living in the Cascades, when none should, got big time media. Great. That’s how he’d found her. He must realize the predicament she faced and the danger to all of them. That’s why he’d tried to move her from the zoo. If she turned into a human by the new moon, she could be used to prove legendary werewolves truly exist.
Did he have a plan? He moved his hands over the black wrought iron posts, up and down. His actions hypnotized her. What was his plan?
“What’s he doing?” Thompson asked.
“I don’t know, but he sure has her attention. You think maybe she belonged to him once?”
“Hmm, now that sounds like a distinct possibility. And he wants her back so he can release her to the wild again. I want him checked out and watched. He’s probably one of those crazy animal rights activists. Doesn’t he realize she’s safer here, with a good diet, and no one to hunt her down? Besides, where can she find a male red to mate? She’d be stuck with scrawny coyotes.”
Joe laughed. “Guess it wouldn’t matter to her, as long as the deed is done.”
She emitted a low growl.
“Don’t think she likes your suggestion,” Thompson joked.
She turned her attention back to Devlyn. He looked kissable. He’d filled out into a man-sized hunk, but his eyes remained dark and foreboding—even more so now. Devlyn tilted his chin up as if taunting her to tell him what she thought of him, but he continued to stroke the bars. She realized then he smelled she was in heat. The urge to mate with her would be as natural to him as breathing the air or blinking an eye.
Her gaze met his, the depths of his eyes smoldering with lust. Then he scowled and turned away. He strode off, his long gait taking him away from her within seconds. She wanted to scream at him to set her free. But in the worst way she wanted him to mate with her, to fulfill the unquenchable craving that the sight of him sparked, to take her for his own, his mate forever.
“She knows him, all right, don’t you think, Joe?”
“Yeah, like a dog knows his owner.”
She whipped her head around too fast in anger, a growl rumbling in her throat.
Both Thompson’s and Joe’s mouths dropped open. Thompson said, “My God, I swear she thought you’d insulted her.”
She loped back to her den, a cement home, hidden from everyone’s view. Insult was right. A dog. And Devlyn her master? She growled again.
Then she thought what if she changed and, damn ... as a woman, albeit naked, she could open the door to the wolf’s den. Unless they locked it. Why would they lock it? The wolves couldn’t just leave.
Big Red crept closer to the entrance of the den. She growled so ferociously, he immediately backed off.
The two men laughed. Thompson studied the den. “You can see who wears the pants in the family.”
Settled down on the floor, she rested her head on her paws. But wouldn’t they lock the doors to keep others out? Sure. To protect idiot visitors who wanted to pet the nice wolves.
Bella lifted her snout and howled. She howled for the loss of freedom, for the loss of her red wolf family, for missing the affection of the grays who had taken her in, and for the love she felt for Devlyn—a hopeless, pitiful fondness for a lupus garou she could never have as a mate.
“She’s howling for him, don’t you think?” Joe asked. “If I didn’t know better, yeah, I’d think so.” Thompson folded his arms, his blue eyes studying her with sympathy.
“Hey, Thompson,” a new male voice said, “there’s some guy named Volan Smith on the phone who says he’s got transfer papers to take our new little lady out of here.”
Bella’s ears perked up. Her heartbeat increased so rapidly she feared she was having an early heart attack. Volan had arranged for Devlyn to come for her. Damn the both of them. She growled low with hatred.
Thompson shook his head. “Rosa’s not leaving here without some verification that this man has legitimate papers to move her. I’ve heard nothing about this.”
To Bella’s profound relief, the men left the pen, and she closed her eyes. When the zoo shut for the night and all of the personnel had gone home, she’d change into her human form and escape across the moat, hopefully, before anyone could turn her over to Volan.
She couldn’t believe after all these years that she’d been safe from him, one mistake in the woods could cost her much more than her freedom. Life as Volan’s mate would be a living hell.
She suspected Devlyn would return to her under the cover of night. She had to flee before then.
For some time, she slept quietly, allowing the darkness to come. But in that darkness, nightmares that had plagued her forever returned—the searing heat, the white-hot flames, the choking smoke, the fire that killed her entire red lupus garou family. Then Devlyn, a lanky immature youngster of a gray werewolf pack, nearly twice her size, arrived at the stony river’s edge. Without hesitation, he grabbed her by the scuff of the neck and swam across the river to save her.
For a moment, she felt a sense of peace. Then, instinctively, something awakened her in the wolves’ pen. A low, menacing growl? A padded footstep creeping toward her?
She opened her eyes as Big Red took a step toward her. She’d been so keyed up, so tired, and now still so groggy, she hadn’t realized what had happened right away. She stared at her changed form. No longer did she have the warm pelt of a red wolf, nor four legs, or an elongated snout. Now lying on the icy cement floor, she was a woman, cold, naked, and facing a snarling Big Red.
Hell, she hadn’t correctly calculated the days of the waning crescent of the moon. The new moon had arrived and, except for a sprinkling of stars across the black satin night, no sphere lighted the way.
This time Big Red growled at her, exposing his canines and a few front teeth. His tail stood erect, and so did the hair on the nape of his neck and back. She rose slowly from her prone position, but could only crouch because of the low ceiling in the den.
She needed to stand, to spread her arms, to make him think she was bigger and more powerful. But it was too cramped. She stared him down, intimidating him like he attempted to do to her now.
In her present form, she hated to advance on him. She had to move slowly so as not to frighten him more. He couldn’t kill her, but what a mess.
How could she explain how a woman entered the wolves’ den and survived a vicious attack if he decided to bite? How could she explain why she was naked? And how could she explain how Rosa had vanished into thin air? Further, how quickly could she heal if he injured her?