Embracing the Wolf by Felicity Heaton Read Free Book Online Page B

rolling off those words. God.
All this time he’d wanted them to be more than partners. She hadn’t
looked at a man since Amon. “Shit, I should’ve realised just how
special you were.”

    What kind of special was
he talking about now?

    “ A freaking
werewolf. I can’t believe you kept that hidden from me.”

    That kind of
special.

    “ Listen, Paul,”
Kat said but he stopped her with another laugh, this one short and
empty.

    “ Don’t try to
sweet talk me.” Paul growled the words into the phone. Her eyes
widened when she heard him cock his gun.

    She ran harder, lungs
burning as she pushed past her limit. She had to get to them before
he killed Amon.

    “ I saw you with
dog boy last night.”

    That explained the flip in
Paul’s personality. They had hardly chosen a private place for
their make out session and Amon had almost gone werewolf on her.
Paul had probably stayed around after their talk to scout for the
werewolf that had attacked in the area. He must have seen
everything.

    Which led her to wonder
whether Amon was really on the list, or whether Paul was doing this
out of blind jealousy.

    “ You want to
say goodbye to him?”

    Those words were in
strange stereo. She turned down an alley to see Paul stood with his
side to her and Amon backed into a corner. Relief, sweet and sharp,
filled her when she saw him. He stared at Paul with murder in his
eyes, but she knew that he was still in control. His long coat
obscured his body. At this distance, she couldn’t tell if he was
hurt.

    “ I take it
that’s a no?” Paul said, still talking into the phone. He raised
his gun and aimed straight at Amon’s head.

    Kat kept running, her
steps light on the wet asphalt.

    Amon leaned into the wall.
The shift in position brought his face into the light from the
streetlamp on the wall above. He looked tired, bloodied and beaten.
His hands pressed into the wall as though he needed its support.
She ached to see him looking so weak but at least he looked human.
She willed him to run. His eyes narrowed on Paul, dark and
cold.

    Paul squeezed the
trigger.

    Kat launched herself at
Amon and tackled him to the ground, landing hard on her shoulder as
the crack of the gunshot echoed along the street. The impact sent
the phone flying from her hand. It skidded across the wet asphalt
and stopped in a puddle.

    She ended up tangled
beneath Amon, his full weight bearing down on her aching
body.

    Her eyes snapped
open.

    Deadly yellow ones met
them, staring cold and intent from Amon’s face.

    It wasn’t time to be
frightened. She pushed Amon off her and got to her knees. Her arms
shot out either side of her, her body shielding Amon from
Paul.

    “ Back off,
Paul,” she whispered, venomous. Her shoulder was killing her. The
painful throb fuelled her anger and the desire to protect Amon was
impossible to ignore. If Paul wanted to kill Amon, he was going to
have to go through her.

    Paul aimed the gun at her,
his eyes dark and focussed. “Move.”

    “ No!” She
backed into Amon, hoping he would see sense and stay
down.

    Amon growled. It echoed
through her, his wolf speaking to her own. Her presence was
upsetting him. He wanted to protect her. She couldn’t let him. Paul
wouldn’t shoot her but he would shoot Amon. She reached behind her
and placed her hand on Amon’s back, praying the contact would keep
him calm long enough for her to find a way out of this
situation.

    She turned slightly and
looked at Amon. He stared up at her, blood streaking the side of
his face from a cut on his temple, eyes golden and speaking to her.
Her own wolf rose inside her, responding to her feelings. She
wanted to protect him too. She had to protect him. There was only
one way to do it.

    Paul cocked the
gun.

    She turned, yellow eyed,
to face him. The surge in power was mind-blowing as she accepted
the wolf inside her.

    “ Will you kill
me too when they put me on the list?” she said.

    Paul swallowed hard. The
gun shook in his