Page 6 of Howl For Me
The beer slipped from his fingers as he waited to see if the wolf would howl again.
“That must be that wolf— Gavin, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Spencer said, staring at him, but Gavin was too busy waiting on the wolf.
“Howl for me again,” he whispered, his attention locked on the edge of the woods. His heart was beating at a rapid pace. He started walking toward the trees.
The wolf howled again, and his legs pumping faster, away from the party.
“You recognize that wolf?” Spencer asked, falling in line next to him.
He could feel his enforcers converge on them as they made their way to the forest. He knew they weren’t sure what was going on, but if their alpha took off into the woods, he knew they would be right behind him to protect the land against any danger.
“It’s her,” he gasped, stopping to tear his clothes off. His beast let loose a howl, clawing to get out. He released himself to the change, feeling the burn of his canines breaking through his gums. He fell to the ground on all fours as his gray fur burst forth.
“Who?”
“Damara,” he growled before his body completed the change from man to wolf.
His enforcers around him were all shifting to join their alpha. He blinked and looked around, finding they were all now in their wolf form waiting on his order. His keen eyes took in his surroundings using his wolf’s vision. The woods were dark, but it didn’t bother a pack of wolves on the hunt.
Shifters were much larger than their wild counterparts. One could always tell the difference between a shifter and a non-shifter.
He threw back his head and let loose a powerful howl filled with his alpha power. The other wolves around stumbled as the force shook the ground and hit them.
His woman was near.
She had come back to him.
He wanted her to know where he was.
That he had waited for her.
Nothing would keep them apart.
Not even death.
He took off in the direction the howl was last heard. His pack was right behind him, following his lead. His wolf pushed ahead, needed to find her.
“Anything?”Spencer asked through the mental link they shared.
“I lost her,”he answered, panicking that he might not be able to find her.
He slowed to a halt and tried to figure out which way to go. The wolf hadn’t howled in a while, and he was becoming frustrated. He turned his head and used his hearing to see if he could pick up a clue.
There.
A noise. Sounded like a sniffle. Someone was crying in the woods. He headed in that direction and burst through a clearing. He skidded to a halt, his eyes wide as they came upon the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
Her head popped up, and there in the flesh was Damara Jackson.
His mate.
She was naked, obviously just having shifted back to her human form. She sat on a tree stump and stared at him. He could see with the help of the moonlight that the streaks of tears covered both her cheeks.
She was here.
Gavin’s heart skipped a beat. He greedily took her in, but something was off about her.
She blinked at him and returned his stare. He sensed his men come up slowly behind him, waiting to see what he would do.
