His Wolf (Wolf of My Heart) Read Online Free
Author: Linda Palmer
aftereffects of my wild tumble down the mountain. Erik cleaned the injured flesh with antiseptic that burned like crazy, apologizing all the while. He next applied some antibiotic ointment and then wrapped it in gauze, securing that with a neon green Band-Aid of all things.
"Hungry? Thirsty?"
Both. Got a cola? Peanut butter?
He sat on his heels. "What do wolves eat, I wonder? I've got some raw hamburger…"
Ew .
"But that's for my supper. How about a hotdog?"
Anything that's not raw, and would you get a move on? Starving she-wolf here.
Erik filled a bowl with water that I gratefully lapped while he rummaged in his fridge for the hotdogs. I ate four, and though I'd have preferred grill marks on them, they were absolutely delish. When I swallowed the last bite, Erik washed his hands and just looked at me for a few seconds.
"I need to get some more shots of this snow while I've got the morning sun. The tourists eat up cards with winter scenes on them."
Cards? What kind of cards? I must've tilted my head as confused animals will.
At any rate, Erik walked over and petted me. "You have to be somebody's lost pet. A mixed breed, I'll bet, with a smidgen of wolf in you."
Excuse me? Did you really say mixed breed? I was a purebred from cold nose to fluffy silver tail.
Erik glanced around as if looking for something before realizing his camera was still suspended from its strap around his neck. With a wry laugh and a shake of his head, he started toward the door only to pause and check his watch. "It's almost noon. I'll be back at dark-thirty." A moment later, he left, shutting the door behind him.
Finally. Though I'd experienced an incredible sense of freedom every time I'd shifted so far, I was now way past tired of being lupine. So I gratefully focused on the trapped girl inside. Once again that white hot energy pulsed through my veins. I began to morph, more conscious than ever of the miracle that was me.
"Oh thank God." Naked and dirty, I moved my head from side to side to knock out the kinks in my neck. " Ow !" Whiplash? Probably. That had been one wicked ride down the ravine. I raised my arms and stretched to the ceiling before slowly bending down to touch my toes. Damn, but it felt good to stand on two legs, even if they were hurting. I checked out my injury, pulling back the gauze now wrapped too tightly around my wrist. Yikes. That was a cut. I probably needed stitches or at least some tape to hold the jagged edges of skin together. But not before I borrowed Erik's shower. Assuming he had one.
I quickly took stock of my surroundings. The bare walls were made of the flat side of the logs on the outside and had white chinking between each, giving them a striped look. I saw exposed rafters and beams, a rustic wooden floor, some throw rugs, and matching curtains. The place had a cozy feel I loved.
I felt of my hair, which was a nasty mess--damp with leaves and probably muddy. My nude body looked muddy, too. Or were those dark spots bruises? Oh God. They were. No wonder I felt like I'd been run over by an army tank. Yeah, a hot shower was definitely in order. But first I wanted something else to eat.
Just as I turned toward the fridge, the front door swung open. Erik stomped into the cabin, freezing when his gaze landed on naked me. I screamed. He yelped. I darted behind a corduroy recliner a couple of yards away.
"Oh my God…oh my God…oh my God…" That was me.
"What the hell?" That was Erik, now wide eyed and staggering against his kitchen table. His knees buckled just as he got to a chair. He sort of dropped into it, almost missing. "Who the heck are you, and where's my dog?" He pointed toward the rug on which I'd lain.
"I'm a wolf, not a dog, idiot. And I'm definitely not yours."
Chapter Three
Erik shook his head as if to clear it, his gaze glued to me. "Look, lady. I don't know what's going on, but you're trespassing, and you need to leave. Now ."
I immediately back pedaled. "Don't be pissed, okay?
"Hungry? Thirsty?"
Both. Got a cola? Peanut butter?
He sat on his heels. "What do wolves eat, I wonder? I've got some raw hamburger…"
Ew .
"But that's for my supper. How about a hotdog?"
Anything that's not raw, and would you get a move on? Starving she-wolf here.
Erik filled a bowl with water that I gratefully lapped while he rummaged in his fridge for the hotdogs. I ate four, and though I'd have preferred grill marks on them, they were absolutely delish. When I swallowed the last bite, Erik washed his hands and just looked at me for a few seconds.
"I need to get some more shots of this snow while I've got the morning sun. The tourists eat up cards with winter scenes on them."
Cards? What kind of cards? I must've tilted my head as confused animals will.
At any rate, Erik walked over and petted me. "You have to be somebody's lost pet. A mixed breed, I'll bet, with a smidgen of wolf in you."
Excuse me? Did you really say mixed breed? I was a purebred from cold nose to fluffy silver tail.
Erik glanced around as if looking for something before realizing his camera was still suspended from its strap around his neck. With a wry laugh and a shake of his head, he started toward the door only to pause and check his watch. "It's almost noon. I'll be back at dark-thirty." A moment later, he left, shutting the door behind him.
Finally. Though I'd experienced an incredible sense of freedom every time I'd shifted so far, I was now way past tired of being lupine. So I gratefully focused on the trapped girl inside. Once again that white hot energy pulsed through my veins. I began to morph, more conscious than ever of the miracle that was me.
"Oh thank God." Naked and dirty, I moved my head from side to side to knock out the kinks in my neck. " Ow !" Whiplash? Probably. That had been one wicked ride down the ravine. I raised my arms and stretched to the ceiling before slowly bending down to touch my toes. Damn, but it felt good to stand on two legs, even if they were hurting. I checked out my injury, pulling back the gauze now wrapped too tightly around my wrist. Yikes. That was a cut. I probably needed stitches or at least some tape to hold the jagged edges of skin together. But not before I borrowed Erik's shower. Assuming he had one.
I quickly took stock of my surroundings. The bare walls were made of the flat side of the logs on the outside and had white chinking between each, giving them a striped look. I saw exposed rafters and beams, a rustic wooden floor, some throw rugs, and matching curtains. The place had a cozy feel I loved.
I felt of my hair, which was a nasty mess--damp with leaves and probably muddy. My nude body looked muddy, too. Or were those dark spots bruises? Oh God. They were. No wonder I felt like I'd been run over by an army tank. Yeah, a hot shower was definitely in order. But first I wanted something else to eat.
Just as I turned toward the fridge, the front door swung open. Erik stomped into the cabin, freezing when his gaze landed on naked me. I screamed. He yelped. I darted behind a corduroy recliner a couple of yards away.
"Oh my God…oh my God…oh my God…" That was me.
"What the hell?" That was Erik, now wide eyed and staggering against his kitchen table. His knees buckled just as he got to a chair. He sort of dropped into it, almost missing. "Who the heck are you, and where's my dog?" He pointed toward the rug on which I'd lain.
"I'm a wolf, not a dog, idiot. And I'm definitely not yours."
Chapter Three
Erik shook his head as if to clear it, his gaze glued to me. "Look, lady. I don't know what's going on, but you're trespassing, and you need to leave. Now ."
I immediately back pedaled. "Don't be pissed, okay?
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