Christmas Moon by Sadie Hart Read Free Book Online

looking.
    Hunter’s jaw tightened.
    “What we need from you, Mr. Reed is to go
home. Wait by the phone. See if you get a call.”
    Bullshit . But he jerked his head in a
sharp nod. Oh, he’d go home all right. He’d get the pack together
and they’d start looking for their wolf.
    “We’ll keep you updated if we have any
leads.”
    He doubted they would. Hunter turned and
strode for the door, his whole body shaking. Exhaustion and anger
warred inside him as he dragged himself into his truck. Unless the
rogue became a problem for the average human, he doubted STE would
really bother to get their hands dirty.
    And yet, as his truck barreled up the road
toward his house, he found his foot on the break as he neared
Bree’s. It was barely eight in the morning but the lights in her
house were on... He thought of the woman who hadn’t called STE
despite the vandalism and calls simply because she hadn’t wanted to
get a kid in trouble.
    Maybe she’d be willing to help.
    He angled the truck up the drive. It had to
be worth a shot. And the woman he remembered from yesterday and the
night before, the one who’d stood outside with a gun in hand was
still a Hound. But unlike the ones back at the local STE, he didn’t
see Bree curling her lip at the idea of finding a missing wolf.
    Hell. He hoped not at least.
    Because he wanted more of her. More time,
more kisses, everything.
    Hunter left the car running as he strode up
the drive. His fist fell heavy on the door as he knocked. Nothing.
He pressed the doorbell and heard it chime inside. Still quiet. His
stomach twisted. He pressed the bell again and finally he heard
someone moving in the background.
    “Just a second,” Bree called out.
    He could hear her pad across the house. The
locks flipped and then she jerked open the door. Her ruby-spun hair
was still ruffled from sleep, her eyes looked puffy and tired, and
if he didn’t know any better they looked like she’d been
crying.
    “Hunter?”
    “You okay?”
    She scrubbed a hand over her face. “Yeah.
Unpacking.” He wasn’t quite sure what that meant but she shook her
head, obviously brushing it aside. Her eyes narrowed. “You look
like hell.”
    A laugh startled out of him. He felt like
hell. “One of my pack is missing. The rogue, his scent was all over
her place. All around my house.”
    She glanced at the still running truck in her
drive way, then back to him. “The phone call yesterday morning, I
heard something about Hounds...?”
    “The local STE is involved but frankly, I
don’t think they give a shit. I was hoping—” The words died in his
throat as he looked at her. She barely knew him, and he knew why
she’d left being a Hound. Knew what her husband had done and no
doubt it had reflected badly on her.
    And here he was standing on her door about to
ask her for help. Was that even fair?
    “Give me a second to get dressed.” Hunter
stared at her, but she was already walking away from the door,
leaving it open for him to follow. “Help yourself to the coffee
maker. It’ll only take me a minute. How long she’s been
missing?”
    “Bree, you don’t have to help.” He followed
her to the bedroom. She neatly stepped around a large tote and
started flipping through the clothes on the rack. Hunter glanced
down and saw a picture of her and a man with a little girl swinging
from their arms as they walked. Autumn leaves littered the ground
around them. They looked happy.
    “Yeah I do.” She turned back to face him.
    He opened his mouth to say something, but
damn. This was why he’d come. He wanted her help. Hell, he probably
needed it.
    “Okay,” he whispered and turned away, leaving
her to change in private.
    She met him in the living room a moment
later. Fresh jeans and a dark blue long-sleeved shirt. She’d
brushed her hair back behind her head, but it was the look in her
eye that stopped him. Fiery and intense. Something burned in her
gaze. Anticipation, maybe?
    “Let’s go. And you can fill me