unbroken circle. “How could this be anything but treasured? You’re wonderful.” The pleasure of it nearly orgasmic, he wrapped her around him, lifting her off her feet.
She laughed and threw her head back in rapture. “You’re trying to distract me.”
“You like it. Continue, sweet witch. Pay me no mind.”
“Yeah, right.”
Howl moved inside her heat, feeling in return the slightest tremor of her body around him. “Ummm. Sight unseen, place un-shown, be he wolf, be he man. To me alone shall he be known.” The wind whipped harder. Howl and Ana became enclosed in a sheath of water. “To me alone shall he be shown.”
Howl slid his hands lower, lifting until he was buried deep inside her warmth. Enraptured and enthralled, he took her standing in the circle of magic that was their love and her power.
9
Dishes remained unwashed in the sink. He had left the back porch light on. Raven hadn’t come home last night, or the night before. I searched the woods. No body. There should have been at least the shell of his body and there is no blood in the house. “Where the hell is that damn wolf!”
Wait. Did he hear footsteps on the porch? A key rattling in the doorknob alerted him. He quickly slipped into the pantry and held his breath. If it’s Raven... He watched from his hiding place in the pantry closet, where he’d dove when he heard footsteps on the old porch. The knob on the kitchen door of the old farmhouse turned.
A woman, tall, curvy, dusky-skinned and sexy as hell, walked into the house.
Nice legs, I wonder if she’s Howl’s new tart.
Legs held the door wide, waited a minute, then closed it tight. She surveyed the kitchen, seemed to talk to herself and then walked down to the cellar.
He had found chains and shackles fixed to the basement wall when he had toured the house looking for the wolf. Van waited in the darkness, hoping Howl would show. Only moments passed before he heard her heels clicking down the hall and upstairs.
He’d considered following her up, just to sooth his curiosity. What was the woman doing alone in the house Raven was renting? Several minutes passed. Legs came back and left as quietly as she’d come, alone and carrying a bundle. What had been important enough for Howl to risk exposure? Damn, him. He should be dead by now!
Van walked upstairs. The already-tossed bedroom was no less messy, but there was a shaving kit missing, clothes, socks, and shoes. Why didn’t the woman scream or call the cops when she saw the trashed room? The answer was simple and left only one conclusion in his mind. She was expecting it. Raven is alive.
Raven had sent his hot little slut to gather his things. Going on the run again. He’d bet Howl wouldn’t leave town until he’d settled things with Legs. Who was she? No time like the present to find out. Get to the bitch and Raven will come around soon enough. Van shoved his pistol into the back waistband of his jeans and slipped out into the night after her.
* * * *
Ana jumped at the shrill pealing throughout the cabin. Unnerved, she’d forgotten about the outage. The phone company must have finally gotten the lines working again . She picked up the cordless handset off the kitchen counter where she’d left it while tending Howl. A wave of sadness washed over her. She’d barely left him, was still warm from his body.
Will I ever see you again? Hold you? She’d asked him those questions only an hour ago.
You’ll find a way. If anyone can, it is you. Howl had pulled her into his embrace and kissed her. I’d never forgive myself if I…
You wouldn’t. I love you. Ana had fastened the iron shackles around his wrists and ankles, pressed one more kiss to his lips and watched the pain of the change cloud his eyes.
Love you too . Now g o! I’ll come to you in the morning.
Her heart cried out for him now. To find love and lose it in a day was cruelly ironic.
“Hello?” She took the phone with her to the sofa, sat
She laughed and threw her head back in rapture. “You’re trying to distract me.”
“You like it. Continue, sweet witch. Pay me no mind.”
“Yeah, right.”
Howl moved inside her heat, feeling in return the slightest tremor of her body around him. “Ummm. Sight unseen, place un-shown, be he wolf, be he man. To me alone shall he be known.” The wind whipped harder. Howl and Ana became enclosed in a sheath of water. “To me alone shall he be shown.”
Howl slid his hands lower, lifting until he was buried deep inside her warmth. Enraptured and enthralled, he took her standing in the circle of magic that was their love and her power.
9
Dishes remained unwashed in the sink. He had left the back porch light on. Raven hadn’t come home last night, or the night before. I searched the woods. No body. There should have been at least the shell of his body and there is no blood in the house. “Where the hell is that damn wolf!”
Wait. Did he hear footsteps on the porch? A key rattling in the doorknob alerted him. He quickly slipped into the pantry and held his breath. If it’s Raven... He watched from his hiding place in the pantry closet, where he’d dove when he heard footsteps on the old porch. The knob on the kitchen door of the old farmhouse turned.
A woman, tall, curvy, dusky-skinned and sexy as hell, walked into the house.
Nice legs, I wonder if she’s Howl’s new tart.
Legs held the door wide, waited a minute, then closed it tight. She surveyed the kitchen, seemed to talk to herself and then walked down to the cellar.
He had found chains and shackles fixed to the basement wall when he had toured the house looking for the wolf. Van waited in the darkness, hoping Howl would show. Only moments passed before he heard her heels clicking down the hall and upstairs.
He’d considered following her up, just to sooth his curiosity. What was the woman doing alone in the house Raven was renting? Several minutes passed. Legs came back and left as quietly as she’d come, alone and carrying a bundle. What had been important enough for Howl to risk exposure? Damn, him. He should be dead by now!
Van walked upstairs. The already-tossed bedroom was no less messy, but there was a shaving kit missing, clothes, socks, and shoes. Why didn’t the woman scream or call the cops when she saw the trashed room? The answer was simple and left only one conclusion in his mind. She was expecting it. Raven is alive.
Raven had sent his hot little slut to gather his things. Going on the run again. He’d bet Howl wouldn’t leave town until he’d settled things with Legs. Who was she? No time like the present to find out. Get to the bitch and Raven will come around soon enough. Van shoved his pistol into the back waistband of his jeans and slipped out into the night after her.
* * * *
Ana jumped at the shrill pealing throughout the cabin. Unnerved, she’d forgotten about the outage. The phone company must have finally gotten the lines working again . She picked up the cordless handset off the kitchen counter where she’d left it while tending Howl. A wave of sadness washed over her. She’d barely left him, was still warm from his body.
Will I ever see you again? Hold you? She’d asked him those questions only an hour ago.
You’ll find a way. If anyone can, it is you. Howl had pulled her into his embrace and kissed her. I’d never forgive myself if I…
You wouldn’t. I love you. Ana had fastened the iron shackles around his wrists and ankles, pressed one more kiss to his lips and watched the pain of the change cloud his eyes.
Love you too . Now g o! I’ll come to you in the morning.
Her heart cried out for him now. To find love and lose it in a day was cruelly ironic.
“Hello?” She took the phone with her to the sofa, sat
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