Page 8 of Cowboy Wolf's Kiss

Chapter Three-Emmet

The minute I started following the directions the robotic GPS voice spouted out over the speakers, Demon started snarling inside my mind’s eye.

Fucking Wolf was going to be the death of me.Probably literally.

It was bad enough that the rain had gotten heavier, but with all the thunder and lightning I could scarcely see three feet ahead of the truck.

Lucky for me, I had Shifter reflexes, and I was a solid driver and I’d done this job before for other ranches where I’d worked.

The goats kept on bleating and Jed kept right on singing, and I wondered where the old man was going to stay the night.Not that I was too worried.He’d probably just shift and keep watch in his fur.

Still, I was thinking I’d probably just detach the trailer and leave it in the enclosure, just so the goats and Jed would have some sort of shelter for the next couple of nights while me and the boys worked.

While I was mulling all that over, I frowned as I took a left.This seemed oddly familiar to me.

I rounded a bend and stopped short of the tall, chain link fence, the sight of the huge “CLOSED” sign hanging on the gate jogged my memory.

The letters, stark and white against red painted wood, felt like a finality that echoed in the silence of the empty lot beyond.

It was a familiar scene, yet it sent a wave of disappointment crashing over me.What the hell was wrong with me?

Demon snarled.His hackles were raised and for the life of me, I could not figure out why.

Wait, I know this place.It’s the drive-in.

Weeks ago, me and the boys had followed Max to this drive-in theater where he took Pen out on their first date.

Lightning flashed, and I saw something.A hooded figure, and it was on the other side of the gate.

Not knowing why, I jumped out of the cab, pulling my hood up as I ran to where the figure was trying to move the enormous, heavy chain off the fence.

“What are you doing?”I shouted, angry for no reason at all.

“Oh!You scared me!”A feminine voice responded, and suddenly, Demon stopped snarling.

I froze, stopping in front of the woman.She was strange and yet familiar, wearing a dark green raincoat that was at least two sizes too big.It hung past her knees on her much shorter frame, and suddenly I was incensed, wondering whose coat that was.

Take it.Give her ours.

The fuck?I paused, shocked at the very clear command in Demon’s voice.

Typically, it was all snarls and growling, rage and anger.But this was not that.These were words.Human words.And I had no idea what that meant.

“Can you help me get this off?”she yelled above the clamoring storm.

“Back up,” I replied, a snarl in my voice.

I pretended to use the key she gave me, but it was too slick.Wincing like I was trying to see better, I managed to use brute strength to break the lock and stuck it in my pocket before she could see it.

Of course, I would have to rig something before I left, so she’d be safe.Couldn’t leave her unguarded.

“Go on, get inside the truck.I’ll open the gate,” I called over the noise, nodding at the passenger side door.

Bright blue eyes met mine beneath her dark hood, and holy fuck, all the air seemed to leave my lungs.

Beautiful.

Demon never said anything like that before.But it was definitely his voice murmuring softly inside my head.

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