The Bear's Forbidden Wolf: A Hot Paranormal Fantasy Saga with Witches, Werewolves and Werebears (Weres and Witches of Silver Lake Book 4) by Vella Day Read Free Book Online Page B

“Your next patient is here.”
    “Send him in.” She’d read his file and was curious to see if she could help.
    Ainsley stood to greet the man, but the moment he walked in, her heart jackknifed. He was a Changeling. She’d never met a shifter who could tell if another wolf was a one, but she was able to. Ainsley had heard that only those who came from a long line of Changeling blood could recognize a fellow Changeling. She believed she could detect one because her Wendayan half must have been blended in a unique way with her Changeling half. Her good side enabled her to detect the evil tainting her blood.
    The man was tall, rather overweight, and had a limp. Besides having pock marked skin, his hair needed cutting. She painted on a friendly face. “I’m Ms. Chancellor.”
    “Ms. Chancellor. Do I detect a hint of a Scottish accent? We had a man from Scotland by the same last name come here recently. Are you any relation to Owen Chancellor?”
    Her heart nearly stopped. As much as she didn’t want to be affiliated with the Changelings—here or anywhere—to lie would piss him off. She suspected he already knew the answer. “Yes, he was my brother.”
    “I’m sorry for your loss.” From the lack of warmth in his eyes, he wasn’t sorry at all. “I heard your brother lost a brave fight to the Alpha of the wolf and bear Clan.”
    What was he talking about? “My brother committed suicide and died in a car crash.”
    His eyes widened. “That’s what those fucking holier than thou asswipes told you? They’re a bunch of liars.”
    Not that Ainsley cared how Owen died, she wasn’t happy Kalan and Jackson saw fit to keep her—as well as Shamus—out of the loop, assuming the Changeling wasn’t lying. In the back of her mind, she had never believed Owen had taken his own life. He was the type to claim the woman was defective, not him. After all, he had believed that all women wanted him. “So he was in a fight and lost?”
    The losing part didn’t surprise her. Owen never practiced his fighting skills because he believed he was already too good.
    “Yes. He was killed on the property where one of our witches lives. I’m not sure what really went down, but we found a lot of blood at the site. The rumors claim that the Alpha did him in because your brother was trying to capture his woman—a woman who was a powerful witch.”
    Then he deserved to die, but she wouldn’t tell him that, nor did she want to discuss Owen. The last thing she needed was for someone at work to learn what her brother had tried to do.
    The man’s gaze shot straight through her and the hairs on her neck rose, sending her inner sensors to high alert. How did he know that Kalan’s Clan had told her about her brother’s death or the way he’d died? Were they following her? Listening in on her conversations? Shivers tripped up her spine.
    Needing to stop this line of conversation right now, Ainsley picked up his folder. “You’re having trouble with your leg, Mr. Ernst?”
    His lips pinched as if he’d wanted to test her further. “It’s been paining me for months.”
    “I trust your wolf has been unable to heal it?”
    He nodded. “I was born with one leg shorter than the other. It didn’t give me any trouble until recently.”
    Ainsley suspected this visit might be more of a fishing expedition than to receive any health benefit. Some Changeling might have spotted her and been curious why she hadn’t sought them out. How they could tell she was one of them was anyone’s guess—unless that person was of noble Changeling blood. That thought scared her. “Have you had acupuncture before?”
    “No, but I heard it works quite well.”
    She doubted the word of mouth had spread to the Changeling community. From what Blair had told her, Ainsley was the first acupuncturist in many years to work at this clinic. “Hop up on the table and let’s take a look.”
    For the next thirty minutes, she carefully placed the needles in his lower