Page 18 of Feral Mates
Every muscle tensed.
I stood silent, watching.
Waiting.
Anticipating.
Hungering.
The impulse to feast tore through me. While not unusual as I had a voracious appetite, my needs primal, the urge I felt was entirely different.
Yet it was the same uncompromising desire that had nearly torn me apart two days before.
I swung my head to the side toward my two companions. They were experiencing the same uncontrollable yearning. I knew that instinctively. No. Not correct. I embraced what they felt.
Their needs.
Their wants.
Their rage.
Their… hunger.
How? I barely understood what was happening, yet I wasn’t alone in the rage or the desires.
Two other alpha wolves.
Two other beasts craving not only to taste, but to consume the creature standing in front of us.
Claiming her.
Sensations of extreme electricity washed through me and as I swung my head back to her face, I could smell her fear. But more. I could almost taste the same desire that had allowed me to pick up her scent from miles away.
I’d sensed her arrival.
Every blood cell had awakened as if from the dead.
I would have her.
“Who are you?” she asked. I’d heard human voices before, but none so beautiful, the lilt echoing in my ears.
The arctic wolf dragged his tongue across his jowls, which drew her attention, but she wasn’t running. All humans ran when they saw a wolf. Why was she different?
“Say something.” While her voice trembled, she dared defy her own terror by taking a step closer to the wolves longing to satisfy their needs. “What am I saying? You can’t understand me. Or can you?” She pulled something from her pocket. Seconds later, I heard a single click.
My brain processed what I’d seen. A cellphone. A necessity for humans for communication.
And for capturing the moment with photographs.
With her entire body shaking, she returned the phone to her pocket.
A moment of amusement fell into my system. Now she was wielding a weapon, a dull steel blade a mere three inches long.
The arctic wolf allowed a low and husky growl, lifting his head.
“Don’t come any closer. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her voice was soft, the lilt a thing of beauty. Humans were dangerous creatures.
