Untamed Wolf by Heather Long Read Free Book Online

can drive to Willow Bend to see other wolves while they are hip deep in their latest projects…but they never forget each other.”
    Emma’s expression softened. “Mating does help.”
    “I can’t speak from experience.” He’d never been mated. Didn’t intend to mate either. His mate would have to ambush him. The wolf that could do that—yeah, he’d be interested in her. “But I do know them. I think they’re fine, but I will take a closer look when I see them tomorrow and make sure I see them more often.”
    “You are a good son, Dylan Royce.” Emma patted his cheek. Thankfully, her mate chose that moment to exit the Wheelhouse, a roar of laughter chasing him out.
    Thomas wore a wide grin as he strolled toward them. “I did it.”
    “Oh Thomas,” Emma gave him an exasperated stare. “Tell me you didn’t.”
    “I would my love, but it would be a lie.” He clasped Dylan’s hand in a quick handshake, before he dropped a kiss on Emma’s lips.
    “Won this week’s pot, did you?” Joanie could flirt with whomever she liked and they were welcome to flirt back, creating a running joke at the Wheelhouse.. Everyone dropped a couple of dollars in the prize jar for the lucky wolf who could incite her mate into abandoning the kitchen to break up the flirting.
    “Absolutely.” Thomas’ grin was wicked, from inside the bar a bell rang followed by some groaning. “See? Kitchen’s closed early and he’s already taken Joanie home for some making up.”
    Emma poked her mate in the side. “Well that’s our cue. Bad boy.”
    He nipped her lip and gazed at her adoringly. “Only for you.”
    Raising his hands, Dylan retreated so the mated pair could nuzzle and pet each other without an audience. “Thanks for the word of advice, Emma.”
    “My pleasure. Come see us the next time you’re in town. I might make you a pie.”
    That was worth a visit. “Definitely.” Retreating to his truck, he got the engine started and ignored the make out session going on as Emma teased her mate. With his palate cleansed by the cold air, he caught the hint of orchids still clinging to the front seat of his car. Frowning, he studied the seat, then the passenger floor. A bracelet glimmered on floor rug.
    Retrieving it, he pressed it to his nose. Chrystal’s scent clung to every inch of the twisted metal. A few golden charms decorated the length—a pen, an easel, a palette, and half a broken heart with the letters ‘daug’ on it.
    Huh . It probably fell out when he’d driven her home. Setting it on the seat, he made a mental promise to return the bracelet the next time he saw her.
    Based on recent experience, there would be a next time.
     
    A bandoning the chair she’d occupied all afternoon, Chrystal set her sketchpad aside. She’d filled page after page, thanks to her photos. Some were terrible, blurred or simply out of focus, but the others came out exquisite in their detail. Unfortunately, her phone died. Her feet protested, spindling pins and needles up to her calves as she hobbled across the floor. The clock read after ten, so she’d been sitting in the chair longer than she thought.
    The apartment she received the day she’d moved into Three Rivers boasted a full kitchen, a decent sized bathroom with an old fashioned tub—which she adored—and a bedroom nearly the same size as the living room. The best part of the apartment was the big, wide windows. All the natural light offered her the perfect place to create. Stretching her back, she padded into the kitchen. Her stomach growled. Not only had she forgotten to move most of the day, she forgot to eat.
    “Eating is important to wolves,” she said aloud, a verbal reminder of the advice she’d received over the years. “Better to never let yourself get hungry.” Better still to be able to afford food on a regular basis. Opening the freezer, she grinned at the boxes upon boxes of potpies stacked inside.
    Three Rivers provided her with more than apartment. She