Wild Dream by Donna Grant Read Free Book Online

target.”
    Lincoln’s heart stopped. He knew exactly who the target was – Ava. But why? As far as he knew, this was Ava’s first time back to Louisiana since she left as a teenager. Why would a Voodoo priestess have targeted her?
    It was an answer he would find once dawn arrived. He vowed then and there that he would be the one to protect Ava.
    “There’s more,” Beau said.
    “How much more can there be?” Lincoln asked. “Kane is after Ava. Do we know why?”
    Beau shook his head. “Linc, if Kane kills a human, he’ll remain a werewolf forever. Or until he’s killed.”
    The hits just kept coming. Damn. “Did Solomon kill that priestess?” Lincoln asked through clenched teeth.
    “They’re keeping her alive in the hope that they can... persuade ...her to lift the curse.”
    Lincoln blew out a deep breath. “We’ll talk to Kane when dawn hits and find out why he was sent after Ava.”
    “That won’t be possible.”
    Lincoln shook his head. “That bitch couldn’t have done anything else.”
    “She made it so that Kane would remain a werewolf for the entire cycle of the full moon. He won’t shift back to human form at dawn, Linc.”
    “Then how in the hell am I supposed to get Ava back home?”
    “You can’t. Kane will follow her through Hell itself if he has to. You have to stay on holy ground.” Beau tossed a bag from the canoe onto shore. “Here are some supplies. One of us will be nearby watching. We’ll return with more supplies later.”
    “Ava said she was attacked by five men. See what you can find out about them. I want a chance at the assholes.”
    Beau’s smile was full of wickedness. “Only if I get a go at them as well.”
    Lincoln gave a nod to his brother and watched as Beau turned the canoe around and paddled away. Anger simmered within Lincoln. If Solomon and the others didn’t kill that priestess, he was going to go to New Orleans himself to do it.
    He wasn’t looking forward to explaining to Ava that they would be spending two more nights – and days – there. Ava was a city girl. She might know how to defend herself, but he didn’t see her as the camping type.  
    Two nights.   Alone.  
    With Ava.  
    How the hell would he be able to keep his hands off of her? Especially when she used him as a pillow? It was going to be the longest forty-eight hours of his life.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
    Ava woke to the worst crick in her neck. She grabbed her neck and opened her eyes to see the bayou. Shit on toast. It hadn’t been a dream. She really had been attacked by a group of men clad in all black, chased by a werewolf, and...kissed by Lincoln Chiasson.
    In that instant, she realized the cushioning for her head was none other than Lincoln himself. Her stomach fluttered at the knowledge that she had spent hours against him.
    All those hard muscles.  
    All that warm skin.
    All that sexy goodness.
    Ava slowly sat up to find Lincoln looking at her with a grim expression. “What? Did I snore?”
    One side of his lips lifted in a half smile. “Only once or twice.”
    Oh, God. Was he joking? Ava sincerely hoped so. She stretched her neck and discreetly checked her mouth to make sure she hadn’t drooled in her sleep.
    The sky was lightening by the minute. Ava couldn’t wait to get back to Olivia’s to have a hot shower, food, and at least three pots of coffee. She looked to her right where the wolf had been. When she didn’t see him, she looked to her left expecting to see the werewolf gone and a man in its place.
    Instead she found the black werewolf still staring at her.
    “It’s dawn,” she said, shaken to her core.
    Lincoln’s chin touched his chest as he sat forward. “My brothers came last night.”
    “And they didn’t help us?”   She scooted away from Lincoln, as apprehension iced her veins. “What’s going on, Lincoln. I have to know.”
    “I let you sleep because you were exhausted.” He lifted his head while