Page 2 of Ravenous

Where the fuck was my daughter?

Shit. Had someone come in and taken her? Had she walked out the front door?

“Remy Marie, if you’re hiding from Daddy, I want you to come out right now. You’re too good of a hider.”

Nothing.

Adrenaline started to pump through me. If anyone had touched my pup, my wolf would rip them into pieces.

I went to the front door. Locked. I went to the back door. Shit. Why hadn’t I noticed that it was open a few inches?

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I flung it wide, stepped out onto the deck, and scanned the yard. It was an older neighborhood, so there were well-established trees and shrubs. Only partial fencing. I was getting a fucking full perimeter fence installed tomorrow to keep her in.

But right now I didn’t know where she was. I ran a hand through my damp hair.

What if she’d gotten lost? Wandered into traffic? Had been fuckingkidnapped?

“Remy!” I bellowed into the air. My voice held the deadly reverberation of a wolf in crisis. They talked about mama bears protecting their young. That was nothing compared to what a papa wolf would do if anyone so much as breathed on his pup.

“Over here, Daddy!”

Oh fate. Her little voice carried across the summer afternoon air. It came from the neighbor’s yard.

Thank fuck. My wolf howled in relief. I sighed, but my heart still pounded.

I was soothed, but I was pissed because she scared the fuck out of me. I’d left her to color or watch TV when I’d showered before. She’d never left the house. Not once.

But not once were we here in this new place, either.

I bolted across the yard, ducked under a low branch on an ash tree, and weaved around a lilac bush.

There, sitting on the concrete stoop of the neighboring house’s back patio, was Remy and a young woman. Giggling and laughing and eating fucking popsicles.

The young woman looked up at me with a wide, dimpled smile.

“Hi, Daddy,” Remy said brightly.

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JOY

Living in Montana,the possibility of a wild animal charging through the underbrush was not uncommon. But a muscled, tattooed man wearing nothing but a tiny pink towel around his waist was a surprise.

Especially one this attractive.

Holy shit, he was good looking.

Thiswas Remy’s Daddy?

He had red hair. Everywhere.

The towel did little to hide the fact because the towel was little. It was pink and had…embroidered strawberries on the ends. I guessed it was one of Remy’s.

It only contrasted how big and virile he was. Six feet, sturdy frame. Muscled. Broad shouldered. Again, muscled. Abs you could climb. Yup, muscled. Thighs like tree trunks.

And beneath the towel… big there, too.

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