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watching Doyle take off after his mate’s trail. Nodding his head in satisfaction, Colin idly looked over at his other son as he stepped over the threshold. “Now that is how a man should take a mate. Forget all this modern twaddle you young ones are always going on about. There’s nothing simpler than capturing your mate and taking her back for some good, old fashion loving.”
Lingering in the doorway, Robert shrugged his shoulders at his father’s outdated wisdom. “If she hasn’t killed him, you mean?”
Colin’s eyes took on a far off look, as though an old memory was resurfacing before his eyes, “That’s part of the fun, my boy.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Robert’s eyes lingering down the path Doyle had taken to catch up to his mate. Having a mate seemed so…exhausting. He could only hope when the Creator decided to bless him with a mate, his would be much simpler to catch.
* ~ * ~ *
Pulling the zipper up to her chin, Aria took a look around her. She’d followed the snowy slope leading down away from Doyle’s cabin, but all she could see was endless forest land. The slope had flattened out and for the past few minutes she wandered through the thick snow, praying she wasn’t lost, again.
Stepping out from behind a towering tree, she paused as the trail branched off into two different directions. As she started to take the left one, she suddenly stopped and turned to look hesitantly at the right one. Ugh! Was it too much to ask for a road or a simple ‘ Welcome to… ’ sign? She’d kill for a map right about now!
Folding her arms around herself she turned back to the left trail and began putting one foot in front of the other. While she walked, her thoughts turned back to her strange rescuer, Doyle. If he never opened his mouth he would be every woman’s dream come true. With a regretful sigh, she couldn’t help but wish she had stayed.
No! Shaking her head at her absurd thought, she forced herself to see the big picture. Malca was hunting her and a handsome stranger would just slow her down and get them both killed. It was better this way, whether he was delusional or not. Her only hope was to get as far away from Malca as she could and disappear forever.
Her first instinct was to confide in Doyle with everything or at least call the authorities, but the truth was, Malca was government funded. One phone call from the police, Malca would have her location in five seconds; she may as well gift-wrap herself for Malca. Who knew how many politicians or law officials were in on the sick doctor’s operation? Plus Malca wasn’t about to let her expose her operation and walk away unscathed.
Stepping over a log half sticking out of the glittering snow, she was forced to raise her hand against the blinding sunlight ahead. A few feet from the tree line was a large empty space of snow covered ground until it vanished over a sharp ledge. Carefully she walked toward the edge, her stomach clenched as she gazed down at the precarious chasm below. At this height, if she were to go over the edge her body would be found in demolished bits. In the distance she could see more never-ending forest terrain.
Groaning in frustration; she kicked her foot at a mound of snow, sending soft powder shimmering in the air. Just great! The only way around the drop off was to either scale down or to circle back. Both were neither an option for her. Glancing around, she searched for an alternate option. With all her attention focused on the issue at hand, she never heard the sound of a snapping twig coming from behind her.
5
Doyle couldn’t help but shake his head at how easy his mate was making it for him to track her. Hell; even if he’d not been born a shifter with keen senses, he still would be able to find her. In her hurry to put distance between them, she’d broken plenty of branches and had made no move to conceal her foot prints.
Maybe if he wasn’t so irritated at the situation,
Lingering in the doorway, Robert shrugged his shoulders at his father’s outdated wisdom. “If she hasn’t killed him, you mean?”
Colin’s eyes took on a far off look, as though an old memory was resurfacing before his eyes, “That’s part of the fun, my boy.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Robert’s eyes lingering down the path Doyle had taken to catch up to his mate. Having a mate seemed so…exhausting. He could only hope when the Creator decided to bless him with a mate, his would be much simpler to catch.
* ~ * ~ *
Pulling the zipper up to her chin, Aria took a look around her. She’d followed the snowy slope leading down away from Doyle’s cabin, but all she could see was endless forest land. The slope had flattened out and for the past few minutes she wandered through the thick snow, praying she wasn’t lost, again.
Stepping out from behind a towering tree, she paused as the trail branched off into two different directions. As she started to take the left one, she suddenly stopped and turned to look hesitantly at the right one. Ugh! Was it too much to ask for a road or a simple ‘ Welcome to… ’ sign? She’d kill for a map right about now!
Folding her arms around herself she turned back to the left trail and began putting one foot in front of the other. While she walked, her thoughts turned back to her strange rescuer, Doyle. If he never opened his mouth he would be every woman’s dream come true. With a regretful sigh, she couldn’t help but wish she had stayed.
No! Shaking her head at her absurd thought, she forced herself to see the big picture. Malca was hunting her and a handsome stranger would just slow her down and get them both killed. It was better this way, whether he was delusional or not. Her only hope was to get as far away from Malca as she could and disappear forever.
Her first instinct was to confide in Doyle with everything or at least call the authorities, but the truth was, Malca was government funded. One phone call from the police, Malca would have her location in five seconds; she may as well gift-wrap herself for Malca. Who knew how many politicians or law officials were in on the sick doctor’s operation? Plus Malca wasn’t about to let her expose her operation and walk away unscathed.
Stepping over a log half sticking out of the glittering snow, she was forced to raise her hand against the blinding sunlight ahead. A few feet from the tree line was a large empty space of snow covered ground until it vanished over a sharp ledge. Carefully she walked toward the edge, her stomach clenched as she gazed down at the precarious chasm below. At this height, if she were to go over the edge her body would be found in demolished bits. In the distance she could see more never-ending forest terrain.
Groaning in frustration; she kicked her foot at a mound of snow, sending soft powder shimmering in the air. Just great! The only way around the drop off was to either scale down or to circle back. Both were neither an option for her. Glancing around, she searched for an alternate option. With all her attention focused on the issue at hand, she never heard the sound of a snapping twig coming from behind her.
5
Doyle couldn’t help but shake his head at how easy his mate was making it for him to track her. Hell; even if he’d not been born a shifter with keen senses, he still would be able to find her. In her hurry to put distance between them, she’d broken plenty of branches and had made no move to conceal her foot prints.
Maybe if he wasn’t so irritated at the situation,
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