Taming Heather [Cariboo Lunewulf 1] by Lorie O'Clare Read Free Book Online

fireplace seemed to dance with retaliation.
    Maybe a run would help soothe the fire that danced with even more fury inside him. It wasn’t right that Heather Graham had stirred emotions like that in him. He ran his hands over his hair, messing it up even further than it already was.
    Toby Beuerlein had called when Heather had asked how to find Marc, down at the station. Marc had given him permission to send her out here. Beuerlein knew she’d been here. The werewolf more than likely had a clue who Heather Graham was, that she wasn’t mated, and he’d have to be blind to not notice how pretty she was. Marc trod on thin ice if anyone learned how he’d thrown her out. His pack wouldn’t question him, but if she made a fuss among her humans, things could get sticky. After all, he worked for humans.
    Now he definitely needed that run. It would be a cold day in hell before he changed his ways for any human.
    He padded out to his back patio, his floodlight attached to the back of his house spreading light over part of his backyard. The land out here was beautiful, rolling hills and more trees than a man could ever count. It was incredible timber country. And he knew more than a handful of his pack earned decent money working in the yards.
    When he’d first moved east to Prince George with his brothers to join this pack, one of the Cariboo lunewulf , Rock Toubec, had set him up with this home, selling a bit of his land to him. His brothers, Stone and Gabe, still lived in the small cottage they’d built together on the land. But after a year of living with his rambunctious younger brothers, Marc had needed his space. They’d built this house, agreeing they would help each other build a third house soon so they would all have dens and be able to bring a mate home. So far, though, none of them had mated.
    There weren’t many bitches in the area strong enough to take on a Cariboo .
    Was Heather strong enough?
    He growled at his insane thinking and walked barefoot out to the edge of his patio. Cold night air slapped at his bare chest, sending chills rushing through him. His human flesh was a weak protection from the elements.
    Heather didn’t understand. Her opinion of werewolves needed serious adjusting. She had called him a monster, implied that his kind wasn’t good enough for her, that she found him repulsive, terrifying. He wasn’t sure what labels she would use among her own kind to describe him, but her hesitation, the way she’d pulled away from him, made his blood boil once again.
    This time he didn’t stop the heat that surged through him. Stretching, looking up at the incredible star-filled sky, he embraced the cold night air, allowing the change to ripple through him.
    His bones had barely stretched, his muscles barely had begun growing, distorting, altering their shape, when his heightened senses picked up her scent.
    At first he thought it his imagination. Heather was so wrapped through him, his mind so full of her, that he shouldn’t be surprised that her sweet scent invaded him, teasing him while he slowly morphed into his werewolf form.
    The darkness around him changed to a light shade of gray as his eyes altered. Fur poked through his skin, covering his body, warming him instantly against the cold. He slipped out of his sweats while he could still use his hands, tossing them with little thought onto one of his patio chairs.
    Muscles bulged through his back, down his legs, over his arms. The intoxicating pain of the change made him want to howl, take off in a quick sprint before he’d completely transformed. Nothing made him more complete, more whole, than the transformation into the carnal half of who he was.
    Heather’s unique smell grew stronger as the change consumed him. Turning, his werewolf eyes making it easier to see in the darkness, he paused when he saw her hugging the side of his house, watching him.
    A flash quickly blinded him and then disappeared, and he realized she’d just taken his