paused, thinking back. "They kept asking me about who I was allied to. A friend of mine back in San Diego told me that some wolves organize into groups, and call themselves ‘Wolvens.’ Some of them control whole cities or states. He said that some of them even run small countries.”
She arched her brow, “Interesting. So who would be in charge of these Wolvens then?”
“I don’t know exactly. I never got her name.”
"Her name?"
He winced. He'd meant to avoid confessing that he had gotten his ass kicked by a woman. "Well, she had a couple guys there for muscle. And I got the feeling there were more, too."
“So, are you a part of a…Wolven?”
He shook his head, glancing down at his thigh, “Does it look like it? Only group I want is my band.”
She leaned back in the chair, as if pondering everything he had told her. After a long minute, she stood up. “So, you change every time there’s a full moon, right?”
He nodded.
“And you’re a werewolf who likes to kill, eat and…fuck,” she added, seeming to struggle with the word.
“Basically.”
She grunted softly. “Well, then, I guess we better get going.”
“Uh--” he stuttered, pulling on the ropes and chain, “where? I’m kinda stuck here.”
“We’ve got one more full moon tonight, right?”
He could feel it in his bones. “Yes.”
“Then we’re going to need some more meat, and that means we’re going hunting.”
She undid the chains that kept his feet and legs bound, and left them in a pile on the floor. “I saw some deer tracks yesterday, and I’m gonna need your help if I can track it down.”
He looked down at her, and could see the deep gouges cut into the wood floor where she knelt. “Don’t take this wrong,” he offered, “but you’re really good at tying people up. You don’t do this for a living, do you?”
That got a quiet laugh from her. As she loosened the knots around his wrists, he lowered his arms slowly, feeling the rush of blood back into his hands. He had never been hunting, but was surprised to find that he was prepared to do whatever this woman asked of him. She had earned that much, at least.
“Just tell me what to do,” he said.
They were standing close now, while she let the rope coil to the floor; their eyes met for a moment, and he could hear the breath going in and out of their lips. He thought for a moment that he would like to kiss her.
“You’re a mess,” she told him, breaking the tension. “Go get cleaned up. I’ll find you some boots and a better coat.”
She nodded through the doorway toward the tiny bathroom in the hall and he walked toward it. A few steps later, he paused in the doorway and turned around, planning to ask her where the towels were. But before he could speak, he caught her, a faintly distracted look on her face while her eyes rested directly upon his ass. She quickly tried to cover the rising blood in her cheeks.
“I saw that,” he teased her. “Maybe you need a cold shower, too?”
“Shut up,” she laughed, waving him on toward the bathroom. But once he was out of sight, she let the breath leave her lungs and sighed, Omigod, what the hell am I going to do with him?
Chapter 14
Allie bit her bottom lip in a moment of frustration.
Tyler’s feet crunched through the snow and the amount of noise he made had already scared off a pair of late-migrating ducks, a rabbit and a squirrel.
“Shhh,” she turned and motioned, placing her finger up to her lips.
He shrugged his shoulders at her. He seemed to be looking everywhere but where he was walking.
She came to a stop behind a large white trunk and waited for him to catch up; trying to convince herself with every breath that it was a good idea to bring him. It was a surprising choice—even to her—but now that they were this far out in the woods, she was committed to the idea.
He clomped up behind her.
“Why’d you stop?” he asked, a bit louder than
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