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Authors: Ambrielle Kirk, Amber Ella Monroe
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the direction of the sound. Her gaze met a pair of bright emerald eyes. A scream caught in her throat when she realized the eyes belonged to a huge wolf. Her heart halted.
The wolf’s grumble turned to a growl. Now she was certain the devil existed. She was trying to escape to a better future, and her very life was threatened yet again. It wasn’t until a tear landed between her lips that she realized she was crying.
“Nice…wolfie.” Tamara scooted back on her hands and knees away from the wolf.
The wolf tilted its nose and glared at her. It stepped forward, sniffing the air around her. The head and shoulders were massive and the face broad. He had to be male. She wasn’t a stranger to wolves and had encountered them many times in the Virginia wilderness. But what was one doing out and about in the city?
Her head turned in the direction of male voices. Cops. Had Brad and the others ratted her out? She ducked lower as they came nearer.
The wolf must have sensed her panic because he turned with ears perked up and sniffed the air behind it.
“There’s another one around here somewhere,” the cop said. “He jumped from that open window up there.”
Tamara squeezed her lips together, and kept her eyes on the wolf. For some reason, the wolf did nothing to bring attention to their location. Surely her cover would be blown if it so much as growled one more time.
Suddenly, the wolf moved forward slowly and bowed its head with the nose nearly touching the ground. She recognized this as a gesture of submission. It was as if he understood her plight and pitied her.
Tamara reached out slowly with her hand until she came in contact with the wolf’s face. The fur was surprisingly soft. He turned his face into her palm and sniffed loudly.
“I’ve done something very bad, wolfie.”
With shaky fingers, she reached up to stroke the side of his belly. Maybe she’d bumped her head on the pavement from the fall. Perhaps she’d even died and gone to Heaven as a result of the fall. Why else would she be allowed to stand within millimeters of a living breath wild wolf and not be mauled alive?
The wolf lifted its head to make eye contact with her and came closer. He nudged at her forearm and moved so that they were side by side. That was when she glimpsed his size. He had to have been the biggest wolf she’d ever seen.
“Hold on.”
Tamara jumped back. What the…? Did the wolf just talk to her? Damn, she must really be hallucinating.
Her life was over anyway. If she were killed and eaten by a humongous wolf, no one would even care. Did she want to spend the rest of her life in a jail cell next to Brad Thatcher or be this wolf’s next meal?
She looped her arm around its neck and dragged herself on top. Before she could utter her next breath, the wolf leaped into the air and over the fence. The transition happened so fast that everything went by in a blur.
When it landed on the other side, it raced through the forest taking her away from the blaring sirens. Taking her away from the jail sentence she deserved for breaking into that museum. Taking her away from the life she hated so much. It seemed she rode for hours on the back of the wolf by the time it stopped next to a stream.
She slid off its back and it walked up to the stream and took a drink. All the while, he kept his eyes on her.
“Thank you, wolfie.”
The wolf’s forehead creased and it studied her while lapping up the water.
Tamara glanced around the forest, seeing nothing but trees and bramble in the darkness. The wolf had taken her far, and all she heard were night owls and critters around them. A chilled breeze rushed over her and she shivered, rubbing her hands over her arms. She lifted her wrist and glanced down at the time. The train she was supposed to catch had already left.
She sighed. What would she do now?
The wolf backed away from the stream and turned. After taking a long look at her, it started in the other direction.
It was leaving.
The wolf’s grumble turned to a growl. Now she was certain the devil existed. She was trying to escape to a better future, and her very life was threatened yet again. It wasn’t until a tear landed between her lips that she realized she was crying.
“Nice…wolfie.” Tamara scooted back on her hands and knees away from the wolf.
The wolf tilted its nose and glared at her. It stepped forward, sniffing the air around her. The head and shoulders were massive and the face broad. He had to be male. She wasn’t a stranger to wolves and had encountered them many times in the Virginia wilderness. But what was one doing out and about in the city?
Her head turned in the direction of male voices. Cops. Had Brad and the others ratted her out? She ducked lower as they came nearer.
The wolf must have sensed her panic because he turned with ears perked up and sniffed the air behind it.
“There’s another one around here somewhere,” the cop said. “He jumped from that open window up there.”
Tamara squeezed her lips together, and kept her eyes on the wolf. For some reason, the wolf did nothing to bring attention to their location. Surely her cover would be blown if it so much as growled one more time.
Suddenly, the wolf moved forward slowly and bowed its head with the nose nearly touching the ground. She recognized this as a gesture of submission. It was as if he understood her plight and pitied her.
Tamara reached out slowly with her hand until she came in contact with the wolf’s face. The fur was surprisingly soft. He turned his face into her palm and sniffed loudly.
“I’ve done something very bad, wolfie.”
With shaky fingers, she reached up to stroke the side of his belly. Maybe she’d bumped her head on the pavement from the fall. Perhaps she’d even died and gone to Heaven as a result of the fall. Why else would she be allowed to stand within millimeters of a living breath wild wolf and not be mauled alive?
The wolf lifted its head to make eye contact with her and came closer. He nudged at her forearm and moved so that they were side by side. That was when she glimpsed his size. He had to have been the biggest wolf she’d ever seen.
“Hold on.”
Tamara jumped back. What the…? Did the wolf just talk to her? Damn, she must really be hallucinating.
Her life was over anyway. If she were killed and eaten by a humongous wolf, no one would even care. Did she want to spend the rest of her life in a jail cell next to Brad Thatcher or be this wolf’s next meal?
She looped her arm around its neck and dragged herself on top. Before she could utter her next breath, the wolf leaped into the air and over the fence. The transition happened so fast that everything went by in a blur.
When it landed on the other side, it raced through the forest taking her away from the blaring sirens. Taking her away from the jail sentence she deserved for breaking into that museum. Taking her away from the life she hated so much. It seemed she rode for hours on the back of the wolf by the time it stopped next to a stream.
She slid off its back and it walked up to the stream and took a drink. All the while, he kept his eyes on her.
“Thank you, wolfie.”
The wolf’s forehead creased and it studied her while lapping up the water.
Tamara glanced around the forest, seeing nothing but trees and bramble in the darkness. The wolf had taken her far, and all she heard were night owls and critters around them. A chilled breeze rushed over her and she shivered, rubbing her hands over her arms. She lifted her wrist and glanced down at the time. The train she was supposed to catch had already left.
She sighed. What would she do now?
The wolf backed away from the stream and turned. After taking a long look at her, it started in the other direction.
It was leaving.
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