part of her remained pretty certain she was out of her mind. Angeline didn’t think she was ready to share her life with someone, let alone someone with a form that could decimate ten men and take down a powerful buck in its tracks. She’d barely dated and, as far as she was concerned, men left a lot to be desired.
So why had she chosen this, and, why Clyde? The answer was simple: she wanted to get to the bottom of the mystery. Her mother had told her a story of a young woman desperately in love with a wolf man who’d been shunned because she hadn’t been his kind. She’d read myths and lore and been told every possible bedtime story in the book. She’d lost friends, classmates and mentors, and she still felt as if she knew relatively little about the true nature of wolves.
That was going to change. She’d be giving herself over to Clyde, certainly, but that didn’t mean she had to make it easy for him. God knew he was certainly making it hard enough on her, the way he stared at her with those ungodly eyes and that rugged, swarthy beard covering half of his chiseled face. He wasn’t hard on the eyes, that was certain, but how was she to know how he’d react among his own kind?
She was going to find out. She was going to discover what happened to Samantha and all the other girls, even if it killed her. Perhaps she’d even be able to convince her mother that wolves weren’t the docile males she thought they were. They were animals, and they thought first and foremost of rutting and protecting their own at any cost. Angeline was willing to give up everything to prove she’d been right about wolves all along.
She’d give her body, but not her soul, and ultimately, she’d discover that at the heart of their pack, wolves could never integrate with humans the way her mother hoped they would. They were too secretive, too reclusive, and too primal. Her assumptions only seemed to be confirmed when they turned off the highway and onto a mountain road that seemed to go on without end. Then, suddenly, they pulled off the side of the road and Clyde cut the engine.
They were in the absolute middle of nowhere, no other cars or people in sight. For a moment, Angeline was uneasy before she reassured herself that her mother would never allow her to be taken anywhere by someone she thought would do her harm. She pulled off her helmet the moment they came to a stop to get a better look at her surroundings. There was nothing but trees and greenery for miles.
“Let me help you.”
Her attention was abruptly pulled from the amazing profusion of wilderness as strong hands encircled her waist to lift her bodily from the bike. The breath fled Angeline’s lungs at how easily the man had plucked her from the Harley, and within moments, he’d set her on her feet beside the bike. Then, to her surprise, instead of stowing the gigantic vehicle somewhere at the side of the road, he leaned over the handlebars, as if he meant to bring it with them into the forest.
“What are you doing?” The words escaped her before she could stop them, their tone slightly incredulous.
Clyde raised his deep gray gaze to meet her own, a dark brow arched. “I saved for four years to buy this beauty. I can’t just leave her here on the side of the road.”
Angeline glanced from him to the sharp incline that led from the road up the side of a steep hill and into the cover of the trees. She could see she was going to have a rough time of making it over the ridge and grimaced at the thought of him attempting to lug an immense Harley Davidson as well.
“So…we’re going to walk to your settlement? You’re going to drag that bike with us?” Obviously, he wasn’t quite as clever as she’d first believed.
She was surprised when the corner of the man’s mouth kicked up slightly. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much.” With that, he bent in half before wrapping fingers securely through the ornate body of the motorcycle. Then, with a slow
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