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

likely, that would be followed by another cold shower.
    Something told him knowing Heather Graham would result in too many cold showers.
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    Heather was still shaky when she entered her apartment thirty minutes later. Kicking off her shoes at the door, she padded through her dark living room, thinking a shower might soothe her nerves.
    There was no reason for her to be so jittery. Twice now she’d seen werewolves changing, transforming before her eyes. Hell, she had it on tape. First with the funeral ceremony, and then later when she’d followed Marc. Neither of those times had put the fear of God into her like tonight.
    That’s because you’re letting it get personal.
    And that was the biggest mistake a reporter could make. Right now in her life, there was no room for mistakes. Ever since she’d left Dawson Creek, moved to go to college and then gotten her journalism degree, she lived every day making sure she didn’t do anything wrong. Nothing would jeopardize her career. She was on her way to the top, and this article would be her shoe-in.
    To many, Prince George might not be a huge city, but to Heather, she’d landed quite the job writing for the Tribune . There wasn’t a better newspaper in all of British Columbia. And with any luck, this article would capture national attention.
    So far she’d managed to keep life in order, avoiding any chaos or drama that might clog her brain and make her lose focus on what really mattered. Of course that had meant no social life, no dating, nothing that would distract her. And up until now she’d been content—no, more than content. She’d been happy, damn it.
    Maybe some of her nights had been a bit lonely, but she was working to better herself, become a known reporter. That might have meant keeping herself from getting attached to anyone, but it had to be that way so she could think straight.
    After flipping on her bedroom light, and then closing her blinds, she slipped out of her clothes so she could shower. She stopped in front of her laptop, which was on the small desk that she’d brought with her from home, and tapped the mouse so her monitor would come on.
    The article that she had printed for Marc to see appeared on her screen. It wasn’t done yet, there were still some areas she needed to tighten, paragraphs where she felt more emotion was needed. She sat down in her chair, staring at the words on her screen.
    Their bodies twitch and contort. Muscles and bones shift and change, allowing these people to transform into wild animals known as werewolves.
    Marc McAllister in his werewolf form appeared in Heather’s mind. As a beast, he stood eye to eye with her, his head huge with long, terrifying teeth. His body was thick, rippling with muscles. But his white coat, so shiny, glowed like a clear full moon on a cloudless night.
    Thinking of him made her words seem rather flat, lacking emotion. Marc was everything emotional. He was so…so alive!
    What was it that he’d said to her? It’s the completion of all energy. The change allows a werewolf to release their emotions. We pity you that you aren’t complete.
    Heather had always fought to keep her emotions in check. Ever since her mother had died when she was eleven, she’d done her best never to cry, never to get too excited about anything, never to be out of control. Control kept her life neat and organized.
    And now she was trying to write an article about a species that changed into a beast so that they could release the emotions they kept in check as humans. What a life that would be.
    Heather sighed. Marc pitied humans. She didn’t want his damn pity. Her hand strolled down her naked body, and she began stroking the ache between her legs while she pictured Marc in her mind.
    The way he’d moved in on her, pressed his head against her body. Even before he’d made the complete transformation and had been half man-half creature, she’d been mesmerized by what he was capable of doing. His appearance