Page 60 of Wild Wolf
The man was none other than Adam, the Harlow beta wolf she’d seen flirting with Erica at thewinery.
A small red can was behindhim.
Her nose pricked. Gasoline. If he doused the trees, the fire would spreadquickly.
As the man started back for the can, she raced forward. No snarl of warning, no sound at all as she zeroed in on Adam’s leftcalf.
Jordan bit hard. He toppled, giving an unearthly howl of hisown.
He tried to beat at her with his hands. Her teeth sank deeper. Must not letgo.
If she did, he’d get the gas and she’d be roasted inminutes.
With all her strength, she began dragging the screaming Adam backward, away from the fire, in the direction of thelodge.
Voices sounded down the hill. Good. Someone had seen thesmoke.
Too busy looking backward as she dragged her catch, she didn’t see the rock in Adam’s hand. It hit her just below her ear. She opened her mouth in a howl of surprisedpain.
Bleeding, cursing, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a switchblade. Sunlight glinted on the steel blade as it snapped open. Jordan snarled athim.
The voices came closer, and with them, dozens of glowing lights. The Fae had seen the fire, and arrived to extinguishit.
The man shoved the knife back into its sheath, and ran through the forest. Jordan followed him, but he passed the fire as he ranpast.
Had to keep that gas from reaching the flames. She shifted back into Skin, and gasped at the pain in her head. Jordan grabbed the gas can and ran a few feet from the fire. Through the trees she saw the sprites extinguish the fire, spreading a mist that snuffed out theflames.
Summoning all her strength, she clothed herself through magick and slumped against atree.
Nolan, Sam and a few others rushed into the clearing, saw herthere.
Sam’s eyes narrowed. Nolan’s mouthflattened.
Before she could speak, he pointed to her. “Jordan, what are you doing with that gascan?”
Her mate. Her husband. Heraccuser.
Nolan couldn’t believehis eyes. He didn’t wantto.
Jordan, gas can in hand, a fire flickering nearby. Guiltyexpression.
“Caught in the act,” Sam said quietly, for Nolan’s earsonly.
Nolan scowled. “Help the Fae put out the fire and establish a perimeter. I want patrolsincreased.”
Sam’s gaze narrowed. “You’ll have to pull every able guy off thegrapevines.”
“Doit.”
Jordan hadn’t moved, merely stood there clutching the gas can as if it were a life raft. The smell of fuel clung to her, making himnauseated.
Or maybe that was the smell of utter betrayal turning hisstomach.
He strode over to her, took the can from her tremblinghand.
Her mouth opened and closed. “Nolan, I didn’t do it. But I know who did. Adam Morton from the Harlowpack.”
Standing nearby, Sam turned. “The Harlow beta? That’s a lie,Nolan.”
