Immortal Wounds: Book #1 in the Immortal Wounds Vampire Series-Paranormal Romance/Vampire Romance/Romantic Fantasy by Nicole Grane Read Free Book Online Page A

chickens and a goat down the road last night.” I paused for a second as I watched his face; he looked concerned now. “I just got a little scared when you were talking about the wolf problem in London, and when I heard a wolf was near my house, I just . . .” I hated to admit it out loud. “I just thought maybe it was the same wolf that bit me, and it’s followed me here.” I shook my head at such an absurd thought. “I know it’s crazy,” I added, dismissing it. “Marcus?” His eyes were jet black. Not the soft brown as before. “You’re scaring me.” I felt myself scooting into the couch cushions once again.
    He quickly gained control of himself, clearly forcing a smile. “Phoebe, I’ve only been here a little while. Do you know when the last full moon was?” he asked as if this was a normal question.
    “What? I . . . don’t know . . . I don’t keep track of lunar activity,” I said taken aback by the question. “Why?”
    He didn’t answer. He sat there, looking thoughtful.
    “I have a calendar on the kitchen wall, it might say—”
    He was up and in the kitchen before I’d finished my sentence.
    I sat open mouthed. “What in the hell?” I thought to myself.
    The wind picked up outside. I’d heard earlier on the news a storm was coming, and heavy rain was in the forecast. I looked over to my living room window. The rain had already begun to tap against it. I watched the water drops running down the windowpane. And that’s when I noticed a pair of yellow eyes peering in at me.
    Marcus came running into the living room at the same moment that I began screaming. He was beside me instantly, hovering over me protectively.
    “The window!” I screamed.
    It was still at the window—growling ferociously at the sight of Marcus.
    “Wait here!”
    “MARCUS!” I yelled after him, but he was gone.
    I pulled the blanket around me tightly. My mind was racing. I jumped at every sound. Several dark windows in the room stared back at me. Too scared to get up and close the curtains, I pulled the blanket up higher over my head, blocking them from my view.
    How could Marcus just run out there like that? What was he planning to do anyway? He could be hurt or killed! I was going crazy with worry.
    My door flung open suddenly. The wind and the rain rushed into my living room, as I screamed from under the blanket.
    “Phoebe it’s me!”
    I peeked out as Marcus hurried over to me. His hair was soaked, and his clothes were dripping wet.
    “Marcus!” Without thinking, I jumped up from the couch, threw my arms around his shoulders, and hugged him tightly; ignoring the water that was dripping all over me. “I can’t believe you went out there; you could have been killed!” I scolded, as I held him tighter to me. I didn’t understand why, but I couldn’t bear to think that I might not have seen him again.
    I could feel his arms around my waist, holding me gently. “I’m fine,” he assured, though his voice cracked slightly.
    “What was that thing?” I asked, still not loosening my grip around him.
    “A wolf!”
    I pulled back, staring at him in disbelief. “That couldn’t have been a wolf.” I wrapped my blanket around me tighter. “It would have to be gigantic!”
    Marcus caught me as my legs began to wobble. “You’d better sit down.”
    “I’m fine,” I lied, my eyes were still fixed on his. With one hand holding onto my blanket, I reached out with the other and gripped his arm. “Where is it now?” I looked toward the window, panic rising up within me.
    “Gone; I tracked it a few miles away from here. It’s still running north.”
    I closed my eyes and leaned into him. I took a deep calming breath, trying to settle my nerves. I could feel Marcus’s body stiffen suddenly. I opened my eyes. A look of surprise swept across his face.
    “What is it?” I whispered. Fear was creeping up on me again. I looked at the window and then back at Marcus. Had he seen or heard something I