Taming the Hunted by Larisa Anderson Read Free Book Online

not left hers since the
realization hit her. He stayed when he could have left.
    Even now, his attention was for her, not his pack who she
had threatened by her very presence. This was no place for her to adjust. A
house full of wolves was not somewhere she considered safe when she felt so
vulnerable in her new body, her new life. She needed to leave, and to do that
she needed to trick Gabriel. As bad as that made her feel deep in her gut, it
was the only way she could see of getting out.
    “Hey, have I heated up yet?” she asked, her pulse racing as
she tried to calm herself and think clearly.
    He gave her a look that said he guessed she was up to
something, then he glanced down, she presumed checking to see that he was still
strapped to the chair. He reached over to feel her forehead. She struck out
with her left foot, right in the crotch! He made it to the other side of the
room faster than she could imagine, bounced off the wall, and doubled over with
a huff of pain.
    She knew she wouldn’t be getting out of the chair now, but
felt it well worth it to watch him hobble around the back of the kitchen whilst
his genitals regrew.
    Gabriel took his wounded pride and other assorted injuries
and vacated the kitchen without so much as a backward glance at her.
    “I’m hungry,” she yelled after him, not expecting an answer.
    Sighing, she settled in for a long wait with just her
jumbled thoughts for company. Her wrists chafed as she pulled at them in their
cold metal shackles. The chair was meant for a much larger person, one of the
pack maybe, so her hands were looser than they should be in their confines. Try
as she might she couldn’t get them out though, achieving scrapes and bruises
for her trouble. She did note with interest that the small bloodied scratches
she caused on her flesh faded and healed in a matter of minutes.
    She tried to sleep, to calm herself, but it was no good. Her
senses were pressing on her, telling her that she needed to adjust and grow
with it. It was growing dark outside when she started to get seriously hungry
again. Her emotions were running wild. She could hear people moving about in
the rest of the house, but no one had come when she called.
    She had never been the kind of person who liked being
ignored. Being an only child raised by a doting aunt with no children of her
own accounted for that.
    She kicked her feet against the chair. No one would believe
it. The hunter had become the hunted.
    It was nightfall. She could hear owls outside, swooping out
for their prey as the trees rustled in the ocean wind, and she was ravenously
hungry. She started rocking backward and forward on the chair, pulling at the
restraints. The cuffs weren’t budging, as she’d found out earlier, but the
floor was made of wooden floorboards and it was an old looking house. She hoped
they had termites, but felt that as her luck had taken a leave of absence over
the last few days, it was just too much to hope for.
    She bounced in the chair, slamming her weight first up
against the bonds then slamming her slight frame back downward, causing a loud
crack from the floorboards. She tried it again and with a last crack, she found
that the back two bolts had come loose. She rocked forward again and pushed up
with her feet, causing the front two bolts to jump.
    At least being a werewolf had one advantage. Her strength
meant she could escape from other wolves, which would definitely be a plus in
her line of work. She balanced, bent forward with the weight of the chair on
her back, and waddled over to the fridge only to get stuck between the table
and the wall halfway around. That meant that the table had to go, and moments
later it resembled a ski ramp more than a piece of kitchen furniture as she
slammed it with her chair.

Chapter 5
     
    Gabriel walked into the kitchen to find Marian sitting in
the middle of a pile of woodchips in front of the open fridge, munching on a
chicken leg. He looked to where the chair had been