Lost and Found (A Werewolf Wars Novel Book 4) by Bethany Shaw Read Free Book Online Page A

Protecting Sarah was his first priority. The bones cracked and hair sprouted out as the nails elongated. He grimaced and suppressed a grunt, hiding his transformed hands against him. His best bet was to keep leading them away from Sarah. Her cuts and bruises were finally looking better. The last thing he wanted was to see her hurt again. He just had to get a little further away from the cabin.
    A twig snapped behind him as one of his stalkers, knowingly or not, alerted him to their presence. He froze and held his breath. The air was silent for a split second as all three of them became aware of each other. The moment seemed to stretch endlessly as they all waited for someone to make a move.
    Vincent gritted his teeth as footsteps stampeded toward him. He spun and dodged out of the way of his burly attacker and then kicked him to the ground.
    The man snarled and jumped to his feet, his golden eyes narrowing as he lunged, claws outstretched. Vincent caught him and shoved him away. He glanced toward the second man who was sprinting up to the house.
    Sarah!
    His assailant took advantage of his distraction and tackled him to the ground. Vincent’s back thudded against the dirt. He let out a pained yelp as something sharp poked into his lower right side. Warmth spread under his shirt and he cursed under his breath. The cut didn’t feel too deep, at least he didn’t think it did.
    A fist flew at his face, and he instinctively raised his hands to deflect the blow; he’d become a master at blocking an attack. Who would’ve thought his dad had actually taught him something beneficial—just in a roundabout way. Still, his body could only take so much. Even if he was deflecting most of the shots, his arms still throbbed from the assault. He would need to take the offensive—soon.
    The man punched his forearms repeatedly. Still, Vincent held his position, protecting his face and body, and waiting for an opening. The man paused and Vincent struck out with his clawed hand, jabbing his nails into his enemy’s chest. Vincent lifted his other arm and sank his elongated digits into the man’s throat.
    His assailant’s eyes widened as he pitched forward. Vincent caught him and rolled the limp body away before the dead weight fell onto him.
    “Vincent!” Sarah’s choked voice called out.
    He pushed to his feet and raced to the shack. Fear squeezed his heart and he prayed she would be okay when he reached her.
    The trees whirled by him as he sprinted to Sarah, his pulse pounding in his ears. He’d promised to protect her and he wasn’t going to let her down.
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    S arah scrambled out of the cabin as panic consumed her. She had to get away. Her feet tangled as she moved and pitched forward, landing on her hands and knees in the dirt. The bag fell from her grasp and rolled a few feet away. A cloud of debris kicked up into the air and she coughed as it went up her nose. She had to keep moving; capture was not an option she would consider.
    She swiped the back of her arm across her face and looked up at her surroundings. A brownish coat caught her eye in the masses of red and yellow leaves. She paused since the color was similar to Vincent’s, but this wolf’s fur was redder.
    The wolf seemed to be sizing her up; Sarah took the few precious seconds to survey her options. She couldn’t outrun it and she certainly wasn’t leaving Vincent behind. That meant, somehow, she would have to fight it off until Vincent got back. He couldn’t have gone far. Where is he? She scanned the area in search of her companion.
    Leaves crunched to her left and she peered over. Vincent’s emerald eyes met hers.
    “Wolf,” she mouthed, pointing.
    The brown wolf bolted forward, causing her to gasp as it sprang at Vincent and dragged him to the ground. She held her breath, terrified Vincent would be hurt. The wolf snarled as the two wrestled. Vincent flipped them over, quickly gaining the upper hand. Sarah let out a relieved breath and quickly rose to