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Authors: Anya Nowlan
Tags: Fiction, Suspense, Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Adult, supernatural, firefighter, arsonist, Erotic, Interracial, Brothers, Bachelor, BBW, Shifter, Violence, Mate, Protection, Idaho, Forever Love, Single Woman, Mail-Order Bride, Firebear Brides, One Year, Scheming Relatives, Shifter Grove, Family Homestead, Uncle's Will, Latina Mechanic, New Future, Dark Secret, Haunted Past, Arson Detective
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he saw that it was the workshop that was on fire, a tight, concentric circle of flame drawn around it with no way in. Ragnar pulled up in front, jumping out of the cab before it had even come to a proper stop.
“Abigail!” he yelled, his hands balled into fists. “Abigail, are you in there?”
But he didn’t get an answer. Even without it, he knew she had to be. Through the flames, he could see Redmond’s truck parked in the workshop but Abigail nowhere in sight. His throat closed up for a second when he noticed that the pit was covered up on one side, which was the only way to get out of there. The smoke was snaking low and thick and the fire was beginning to creep up the inside of the shed, consuming everything in its path.
Without thinking, he let the shift take him over. He’d never changed so fast in his life. His body grew wider and thicker, elongating at every end and becoming rippled with muscle and thick hide. The soft but slick dark brown coat covered him from head to toe and when he fell on his front paws, lashing his nails into the dry earth, he let out a deep, rumbling roar.
There was worry in his brown eyes as he charged forward, but not for his own health or safety. Throwing himself through the flames, that seemed like the least important thing in the world. The fire curled around him, giving him no choice but to ram through it as it singed and bit at him mercilessly. Luckily the area around the truck and the pit was still mostly clear, giving Ragnar a fighting chance.
He felt the pain of his wounds, the burns that he must have gotten already. But it didn’t matter. Letting instincts take over, he threw himself against the truck once, twice, three times until it rolled back with a crash, embedding the bumper into the back wall of the workshop where flames were more than eager to latch to it.
Abigail was down there, passed out from the smoke. There’d been no way for her to get out and fearing the worst, Ragnar steeled himself as he jumped down, barely fitting in the tight space. He shifted back, holding his breath as he scooped Abigail up in his arms and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman hold. He climbed up the ladder with the seasoned ease of a man who’d done this far too many times, but this was the first time when he had truly felt afraid.
For his heart. For his Abigail.
The flames were building higher now and being in the shed was like a furnace. He could barely see a thing now and breathing was not an option. Running through the entrance with Abigail in his arms wouldn’t have worked. She couldn’t have taken the burns. Ragnar looked around, searching for another way. He yanked open the back door of Redmond’s double cab, finding a small fire extinguisher on the floor.
Grabbing it, he immediately doused the entrance with the white foam. The fire was too strong for it to make much of a difference, but Ragnar only needed a split second. He ran through the inferno, the monstrous flames closing behind him. Rolling Abigail into his arms and off his shoulder, he ran farther away from the workshop to be out of the range of the fire and set her down on the ground.
Small, wheezing gasps were strangled in her throat, but she was still breathing. Ragnar fell back on his haunches, heaving for breath. What had he done? His stubbornness had almost cost Abigail her life. They would have taken her along if it hadn’t been for him telling Redmond earlier that he thought it was best if Abigail wasn’t around them much. And it wasn’t lost on Ragnar that the workshop going up in flames was no accident. It was a warning; a threat. One that had almost been deadly.
Abigail coughed suddenly, her eyes fluttering open. Hell, if it wasn’t the best thing Ragnar had heard all his life.
“You’re safe now, Abigail,” he murmured, putting his arms around her as she sat up and looked from the fire to Ragnar and then back again.
“I… I don’t know what happened. I heard footsteps and I thought
“Abigail!” he yelled, his hands balled into fists. “Abigail, are you in there?”
But he didn’t get an answer. Even without it, he knew she had to be. Through the flames, he could see Redmond’s truck parked in the workshop but Abigail nowhere in sight. His throat closed up for a second when he noticed that the pit was covered up on one side, which was the only way to get out of there. The smoke was snaking low and thick and the fire was beginning to creep up the inside of the shed, consuming everything in its path.
Without thinking, he let the shift take him over. He’d never changed so fast in his life. His body grew wider and thicker, elongating at every end and becoming rippled with muscle and thick hide. The soft but slick dark brown coat covered him from head to toe and when he fell on his front paws, lashing his nails into the dry earth, he let out a deep, rumbling roar.
There was worry in his brown eyes as he charged forward, but not for his own health or safety. Throwing himself through the flames, that seemed like the least important thing in the world. The fire curled around him, giving him no choice but to ram through it as it singed and bit at him mercilessly. Luckily the area around the truck and the pit was still mostly clear, giving Ragnar a fighting chance.
He felt the pain of his wounds, the burns that he must have gotten already. But it didn’t matter. Letting instincts take over, he threw himself against the truck once, twice, three times until it rolled back with a crash, embedding the bumper into the back wall of the workshop where flames were more than eager to latch to it.
Abigail was down there, passed out from the smoke. There’d been no way for her to get out and fearing the worst, Ragnar steeled himself as he jumped down, barely fitting in the tight space. He shifted back, holding his breath as he scooped Abigail up in his arms and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman hold. He climbed up the ladder with the seasoned ease of a man who’d done this far too many times, but this was the first time when he had truly felt afraid.
For his heart. For his Abigail.
The flames were building higher now and being in the shed was like a furnace. He could barely see a thing now and breathing was not an option. Running through the entrance with Abigail in his arms wouldn’t have worked. She couldn’t have taken the burns. Ragnar looked around, searching for another way. He yanked open the back door of Redmond’s double cab, finding a small fire extinguisher on the floor.
Grabbing it, he immediately doused the entrance with the white foam. The fire was too strong for it to make much of a difference, but Ragnar only needed a split second. He ran through the inferno, the monstrous flames closing behind him. Rolling Abigail into his arms and off his shoulder, he ran farther away from the workshop to be out of the range of the fire and set her down on the ground.
Small, wheezing gasps were strangled in her throat, but she was still breathing. Ragnar fell back on his haunches, heaving for breath. What had he done? His stubbornness had almost cost Abigail her life. They would have taken her along if it hadn’t been for him telling Redmond earlier that he thought it was best if Abigail wasn’t around them much. And it wasn’t lost on Ragnar that the workshop going up in flames was no accident. It was a warning; a threat. One that had almost been deadly.
Abigail coughed suddenly, her eyes fluttering open. Hell, if it wasn’t the best thing Ragnar had heard all his life.
“You’re safe now, Abigail,” he murmured, putting his arms around her as she sat up and looked from the fire to Ragnar and then back again.
“I… I don’t know what happened. I heard footsteps and I thought
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