Timber Valley Pack: Lynx On The Loose( A Paranormal Romance With Shifters) by Georgette St. Clair Read Free Book Online

the Hobo camp, with clothing, some food, a few of her burner cell phones, and a wallet with cash and fake I. D’s.
                  Now she sat around a campfire with a dozen other Hobos of various species, drinking instant coffee from tin cups after a breakfast of raw squirrel.  Despite all the worries weighing down on her, she felt good.  Camping out like this made her feel raw and primal and closer to her inner lynx. Of course, after a few days of it she was more than ready to return to civilization; a girl could only go so long without her flat-iron and regular supplies of chocolate.
    She reached in her bag, pulled out a box of granola bars, and began passing them around the circle. “Thanks,” Delia, a bear shifter female, said enthusiastically. “Hey, got a mirror I could borrow?”
                  Isadora passed her a mirror, and Delia grimaced at her grimy face. “I’m going to go take a dip in the stream,” she said. She got up and ambled off.
                  “Does he talk about where he came from?” Isadora asked. She drank half her coffee in one gulp.
                  “No, he doesn’t like to talk about himself. I mean, when he comes to hang out, he’s sociable enough, but if you ask anything about him he changes the subject,” Stephan said.
                  I’ll bet, Isabel thought. From what her boss’s intelligence sources had dug up, Pyotr had been through years of absolute hell.
                  The first rays of morning light could be seen on the distant horizon. The morning air was cool and the ground was silvered with frost.
                  “If you want to talk to him, we need to go now,” Burke said.
                  Isadora set down her coffee cup on a flat rock. She, Burke and Stephan quickly stripped their clothing off, shivering. They shifted, and immediately were warm again. Their breath made puffs of white vapor in the chill air, but their fur coats kept out the cold.
                  Sitting near the fire were their bags of clothing, which they’d already prepared, with hooded sweat suits and slip on shoes for when they reached Pyotr’s cave.
                  They grabbed the bags and set off at a fast trot. The caw of birds sliced through the quiet morning air as they leaped over fallen branches and wove through underbrush.
                  About twenty minutes later, they came to a clearing.  Stephan and Burke came to a halt at the edge of the clearing, so Isadora did too.
                  Suddenly a rifle shot cracked in the air. The bullet landed in a quaking aspen tree near Isadora’s head.
                  “Shift back to human form! Now!” an angry male voice yelled from a distance.  Isadora could make out the Eastern European accent.  It was Pyotr.
                  The three of them quickly shifted to human form and pulled on their outfits and shoes. In human form, Isadora hugged herself for warmth. 
                  “Who is she?” the voice called out.
                  “She’s one of us! She’s a Hobo shifter!” Burke yelled out.
                  There was a pause, and then a man came trotting up to them, his rifle aimed in their direction. He wore a pair of camouflage pants and jacket and lace up military style boots. His brown hair was long, hanging over his face, and he had a scraggly beard. Half of his lean, hawk-like face was heavily scarred; Isadora could barely make it out behind the hair. His eyes were wild, darting from one person to the other.
                  “Why did you bring her out here without telling me? I don’t like surprises,” he yelled at them.
                  “She asked to talk to you. She said it’s important,” Burke said, holding his hands up placatingly.
                  Pyotr sniffed the air