Feral Love (Paranormal Alpha Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Alison Walsh Read Free Book Online

asked to pet it, she found it more difficult than anything else she’d ever done.
     
    “I… I can’t.”
     
    “Talk to her, Remy. Let her know that you’re only going to come so close to her without letting her out. She’ll fight it at first but you’re stronger.” His voice washed over her. “You’ve always been stronger. She’s your wolf, not the other way around.”
     
    Easy girl… She told her wolf as she reached for the beast. The wolf growled at first but Remy persisted. It was strange, almost as if she was looking at herself from above, reaching down to pet a beautiful silver-furred wolf in the snow while the black wolf prowled around them both.
     
    She reached out with trembling fingers and touched the wolf on the head and suddenly the forest seemed to come alive like she was shifting. But she still felt Blake’s hands on her shoulders. She still felt the cold air brushing against her bare skin.
     
    The black wolf came closer. Can you hear me, Remy?
     
    Could she speak? Her eyes remained closed but she could see the black wolf clear as day. Reaching out hesitantly, she spoke in her mind while her lips remained shut. Yes.
     
    “You did it.” Blake’s voice kissed her ear and Remy opened her eyes. He was smiling from ear to ear.
     
    “I did it.” She repeated and smiled at him.
     
    “If you need me, reach for me and I’ll come to you.” And then their lips pressed together again and a flood of images rushed into Remy’s mind.
     
    A man held his newborn son. A mother comforted a boy and gingerly picked out a splinter in his arm. Laughing children shifted and chased each other around the woods. A circle of wolves bowed their heads, howling mournfully at the full moon overhead as a pyre burned away the pelts and bones of an old couple.
     
    Remy found herself falling, falling deep into Blake’s kiss. Their tongues coaxed and twined around each other, dancing as their bodies pressed closely. Heat flared through Remy and the images came faster and faster until they were nothing but a continuous blur.
     
    When they finally broke apart, Remy was left breathless. Beside Blake was the great she-wolf Emma. Before Remy could say anything, Blake pressed his finger to her lips.
     
    “Emma will guide you through these woods to your territory. When you are done with what you need to do, come back.”
     
    In her mind she heard him say. I’ll wait for you here Remy.
     
    What did you just show me? She asked, delighted at the fact that the two of them had their own private means of communication. A secret language all their own.
     
    Blake smiled as the trees swallowed him. Our future.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    Alone now, Blake shifted and made his way back to the pack.
     
    He’d shown her the vision of things to come that the old wise wolves had shown him when he first took the pack. Ulfurdraumurs— wolf dreams—the Old Ways called the visions and such visions do not lie. But a wolf who grew content with thoughts of ulfurdraumurs without taking appropriate action risked having the dreams come true under different circumstances.
     
    He wondered if he did the right thing to send Remy back home accompanied by Emma rather than himself.
     
    He fought the urge to turn around and rush after Remy. Each step was more torturous than the previous one. His sharpened sense of smell made it worse. Remy’s scent lingered in the air, teasing him and beckoning him to turn around and run towards her.
     
    No. he told his wolf. There are more important things at hand. If what Remy told him was true, then there may very well be collared wolves prowling where they shouldn’t be. The pack must be told and appropriate measures must be taken.
     
    He sniffed the air again as he quickened his pace. Remy’s smell was dwindling but somehow she still remained. It wasn’t until he splashed through a gurgling stream and re-emerged—sodden and shivering—did he realize that her scent was in his coat.
     
    If he closed his