The Legend of the Werewolf by Mandy Rosko Read Free Book Online

stage where we
had yet to learn each other’s names."
    Body stiff, Anne turned her head and saw
that, yes, she had shut the door. Why’d she do that?
    She looked back at him. He leaned
across the bed, his hands fisted on the quilt and a promising glint
in his eyes. The bed was big enough for the both of them and then
some.
    She groaned. Oh God. She felt something
like this when she saw him in that bar, but not nearly as strong.
He leaned over in a way that screamed for her to do the same and
kiss him.
    She wanted nothing more than to have a
go with him. To feel his hands and mouth on her body. For him to be
rough with her.
    It had been so long. God knew Westley
would never touch her, bless him. But, if she and Mike were to be
found out...
    One kiss , she thought, just to see what he's
like .
    She leaned across the bed, sticking her
knee up on the mattress for the extra balance and shivering with
pleasure when he moved to meet her halfway.
    Pounding feet banged through the house
before the door slammed open.
    Anne and Mike jumped away from the bed
like teenagers caught by the parents.
    Brock panted like he ran all the way
across the ranch. Anne's lust replaced itself with panic. "Miss,
I’m sorry, but a man named Hadrian is at the gates and he’s asking
to see you and the guest."
     
     
     
    FOUR
     
    Mike never heard of worse timing in his
life. An interruption when he was in the middle of doing his thing
with princess girl was one more reason to despise the man out to
kill him.
    He marched out the little cabin
intending to face him, fists clenched and jaw set. He was going to
make that weasley little man see that Mike wasn’t his missing wolf.
Then arrest his ass for attempted murder, along with the murders of
countless others.
    Annie trailed behind, unaware of his
thoughts. "Brock, is it safe?"
    "Very safe." He nodded, having
collected his breath. "Everyone on this ranch is speaking with
him."
    Charging down the dirt road that led to
the gate took less than two minutes. And, indeed, Bill, Gordon, and
Westley stood around Hadrian in a half circle on the other side of
a wooden gate, denying him entrance to the ranch.
    With all that power he held inside of
him, Mike didn't know how they were expected to fight him off
should Hadrian become hostile.
    The little man in black had a vein popping
out of his forehead as he argued with Gordon, spittle flying and
arms flailing.
    Mike smiled. Perfect. Maybe he could see
what was going on in that brain of his before he noticed his
arrival.
    Clearing his mind, Mike concentrated on
Hadrian's thoughts and pushed. It felt like trying to shove through
a stuck door. After a few moments, he was inside.
    His thoughts swirled in a hazy and violent
twister. A thousand different images flew around his head,
arranging themselves properly before scattering into hysteria
again.
    Mike saw himself again. Through
the haze of anger and bloodlust, he saw the beautiful, ethereal
woman hand him the round stone.
    Love shone in her eyes and
Mike’s vision turned red. A pillar of white light reaching up into
the sky encased her.
    He grabbed her face and
crushed their lips together. She wrapped her arms around his neck
and sighed when their mouths separated.
    "From now on," she said,
licking swollen lips, "I will not answer his calls, only
yours."
    Mike didn’t feel any
happiness at the revelation. Only more hatred and enough acidic
rage to burn holes into the scene.
    H e knew, without a doubt, that he wasn’t
seeing his own memories, but Hadrian’s.
    Mike’s double clutched his
fingers around the rock. "I wish I could go with you."
    "You are aware of the price of
that. You still have many years left."
    The pillar swept Luna up
into the night. She smiled and waved, disappearing into the sky
towards a perfectly round moon.
    Hadrian stepped out of the
forest and into the clearing. Men with medieval armor and swords
surrounded Mike’s double on all sides.
    Their metal weapons gleamed
in the early light