No Remorse by Marylynn Bast Read Free Book Online Page B

allowed herself to think about Blake and the kisses they had shared. That felt like it had been a lifetime ago. Now, if she felt herself becoming attracted to a man physically, she got the hell outta Dodge. She was literally a lone wolf in the world. She had nowhere to go and nowhere to stay .

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
     
    B lake drove along the deserted highway, the wind blowing wildly through his thick dark brown hair. The three days growth that shadowed his jaw line was rough. Blake had been driving for days and was tired. He was on the last stretch home, with only a few more miles to go. Head resting against the support for a moment, he stared at the endless road and trees. White lines zipping by, his foot held the gas steady at seventy miles per hour.
    Blake barely registered the sound of gravel when the black truck moved off the road onto the narrow shoulder. The slight drop jerked the steering wheel sharply, startling him awake. But it was too late. The truck was already out of control. The last thing Blake saw was the ground flipping by a couple of times. The truck rolled over the steep embankment, bouncing off the large rocks and boulders on its way down towards the bottom of the ravine and the small stream that flowed swiftly through its base. Then everything went black.
     
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    The black wolf stood and watched the vehicle slowly drift to the side of the road, then go out of control. Tires slid in the gravel losing traction, the truck slipped off the road and tumbled down the side of the embankment. There were no tire marks o n the pavement since the driver never hit the brakes. On the far side of the ravine, from her vantage point high up on the hill, just inside the trees, Amber knew the truck would be there for days, weeks, or even months, before it would be discovered. Picking her way rapidly through the sprinkling of trees and boulders towards the ravine, the smell of blood was strong, urging the wolf forward.
    The smell was powerful and Amber felt the eagerness of her wolf wanting to hurry and get there. Still learning her wolf’s needs, Amber wondered why she felt so impatient to get to the man in the truck. Her wolf had eaten earlier and didn’t feel hungry. Halfway down, her ears twitched; the fur on the back of her neck stood on end with the feeling of being watched. Amber stopped and glanced around. Seeing nothing, she cautiously surveyed her surroundings before continuing down the rocky embankment.
    There was no movement from the truck, but the smell of the fresh blood called to her. The truck lay partially on its top and somewhat on the driver side door. She could see the shadowed form inside. The wolf tentatively inched her nose through the broken window. The dark red blood was strong and there was lots of it. This man was going to bleed to death, if she didn’t make a meal of him first.
    The cut along his forehead was bleeding profusely, but that’s not where the bulk of the blood was coming from. Her yellow eyes took in the male form laying lifelessly, hanging in the seat belt that still restrained him. His arm dangled precariously where the bone had broken, ripping its way through flesh and material. Amber stopped dead in her tracks, peering at the strong facial features and the glazed eyes of man in front of her. Blake groaned slightly, his lids drooped, covering his unfocused stare. Amber felt her stomach give a lurch; she stepped back and stared. She didn’t understand why she had not recognized his scent. There were times that she felt that she was not part of her wolf, even though her wolf was always a part of her.
    Amber quickly turned away and ran from the truck. Moments later, returning in human form, buttoning her shirt against the crisp evening air, half running-sliding down the slope, Amber barely avoided the obstacles along the path in her haste to get to Blake. She waded through the low swift moving water of the small gulch that stood between her and Blake.
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