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

observation and hope beyond all hope that everything else would turn out in his favor. For his sake and for the sake of the ulfurdraumurs he’d shown Remy.

CHAPTER TWELVE
     
    The way back home, to Remy’s surprise, was longer than expected. Then again, she was making the journey on two legs rather than four. Occasionally, she cast an uneasy eye back at Emma but the one-eyed she-wolf showed no signs of aggression.
     
    Relax, she told herself. Blake sent her with me. She wouldn’t hurt me.
     
    Don’t count on it, girl. Emma’s voice suddenly sounded in Remy’s head.
     
    “Did…” Remy turned around. “Did you hear me?”
     
    Emma sat back on her haunches and tilted her head. You know nothing about being a wolf, do you, girl?
     
    Remy blushed but also felt indignation tear through her. Up until a few hours ago, she didn’t even know that wolves could communicate to each other without speaking. It wasn’t fair! Who was Emma to judge her for the things she was never taught?
     
    I’m not judging you, girl. The reply echoed in her head.
     
    “Get out of my head!” Remy turned around and stalked away.
     
    But Emma was faster on four legs and she caught up to Remy with just a few quick strides. It’s faster if you shift.
     
    Remy ignored her and kept trudging through the snow. She sank and slipped on the snow with every other step. She had wrapped herself with the pelt that she slept under when she left but after a few more falls, the pelt was soaked through and she was shivering.
     
    You’ll freeze to death if you don’t shift, girl. Emma cast her a thoughtful look.
     
    Remy bit her lip and pushed herself up from the snow. Her fingers and toes were numb from the cold but still she refused to shift, refused to give in to Emma’s goading. But when she fell face-first into the snow again, she abandoned her resistance and shifted.
     
    Silver fur ran down her body and she felt warm, far warmer than even the pelt. Around her, the snow glittered like diamond dusts and she could smell a rich musk from the pelt.
     
    Blake… she thought and suddenly she could taste him in her mouth again, salty yet sweet.
     
    A nose touched her and Remy turned to see Emma pushing her slightly. We have to go. You promised the Alpha that you’ll be back.
     
    Fine. Remy huffed and picked up the pace. The pelt on her back felt oppressively hot but she didn’t dare shuffle it off. Blake told her it came from a great elk that took one of Emma’s eyes before being brought down. If she shrugged it off, Emma might take offense to it…
     
    The two of them trudged through the snow and soon silence descended upon them. After a while, Remy grew bored. Without thinking, she asked. What’s it like to be a wild wolf?
     
    Emma didn’t answer but pushed on.
     
    I asked you a question. Remy said. Can’t you at least answer me?
     
    Emma turned around and gave her a long stare but kept silent otherwise.
     
    Frustrated, Remy lunged at Emma and snapped her jaws. Answer me! She immediately regretted doing that when Emma bristled and growled. Somehow, her wolf had grown bolder after her time with Blake. There was a new assertiveness the beast seemed to have and Remy wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.
     
    But Emma didn’t lunge back. Her snout twisted into something that could be taken for a smile—if wolves could smile. Looks like you have some fight in you, girl.
     
    I have a name. I’m Remy, Blake’s mate. He’s your Alpha, shouldn’t you give me the same respect that you give him?
     
    At that statement, Emma did snap. Her maw opened and shut with such ferocity that Remy flinched.
     
    You know nothing about being a wolf! Anger brimmed in Emma’s voice as she stalked closer. Her one eye smoldered with baleful fire.
     
    Then teach me! Tell me what I need to know. Remy felt her wolf urging her to stand her ground and she did. Even though the very act made her legs tremble.
     
    Emma pressed her snout close to Remy, so close