His Wolf (Wolf of My Heart) Read Online Free Page A

I know how this must look. My name is Bronte Hannigan .  I'm a--" I caught myself. What I said now might mean the difference between staying and going. I really needed to stay. "I'm a shapeshifter."
    Erik's jaw dropped.
    I straightened a little, testing to see if the chair I'd chosen as cover would hide my C cups if I didn't bend my knees, which had begun to ache. Deciding it hid enough of them, I gratefully repositioned myself. The color of Erik's eyes went from milk chocolate to dark. Or was that my imagination?
    Now I was doing the head clearing. "I know this sounds completely crazy--"
    "You have no idea."
    "But I do! Honest. The thing is , I'm a descendent of an Irish Goddess named Danu. We can shift from human into animal, in my case the wolf you rescued this morning. Thanks for that, by the way. I didn't know how I was going to free myself." I pasted a smile on my face.
    He didn't smile back.
    "I swear I'm telling you the truth."
    "Sure you are."
    "No, really. I am. Think about it. The wolf is gone; I'm here. What else could possibly have happened?"
    Erik snorted a laugh.
    "Think, Erik. Please."
    His face paled even more. "How do you know my name?"
    "You said it when you were bringing me here. And I know that you're a photographer, too--"
    He glanced down at his camera. "Good call."
    "--and your fish is named Gilda. Oh, and you have an uncle named Greger ."
    Erik stood and began to sidle toward the kitchen. "Now you're freaking me out."
    "Do you think I don't know that? And I'm as freaked at you, okay? I'm also freezing my ass off. I don't suppose you have some clothes I could borrow until I get my bag out of that log…"
    He yanked open a drawer and pulled out a butcher knife.
    I huffed my exasperation. "Oh, great. You're going to stab me now? Like I'm not in enough pain already." I held up my right arm, the one with the neon green bandage cutting into my wrist.
    He sucked in a shocked breath. "Oh God."
    "Exactly."
    Erik's gaze swept me. "Are those…bruises?"
    I automatically looked where he looked and realized I'd moved a little to the left, which meant more of naked me was showing than I realized--hopefully none of the good parts. I scooted back in place. "Wrecked my truck last night."
    His gaze now clashed with mine. "Are you okay?"
    Finally. The guy with the heart of gold had regained control. "Sore. As in all over. And warmer now, thanks to you. So I'll mend, I guess. Can't say that about the truck, though."
    Erik began to pace the cabin as if he'd suddenly forgotten me, talking with his hands one second and then pressing them to his temples the next. "Holy shit. The books and movies have it right. Gods, goddesses, and shapeshifters exist, and if they do--" He stopped, his gaze on the window that looked out towards the encroaching woods. "What the heck else does?"
    "If I knew I'd tell you, but I honestly don't. And maybe it's best not to know. Now if you don't mind, could we--"
    He cut me off. "Fairies might be cool and elves, too, if they look like Cate Blanchett or Liv Tyler. I'd love to meet a witch or wizard. Ditto a dragon, but I'll pass on trolls. By all accounts they stink. As for vampires… They've got to be myth, right? I mean someone somewhere would've spilled the beans by now if they weren't."
    Did the guy read too much crappy fiction or not? "Hello? Freezing here."
    "Not that I'd pass up a chance to meet Bella Swan, well, after Edward turned her. Those red eyes of hers were wicked sweet."
    "Oh- em -gee! I'm one big goose bump. Got a T-shirt?"
    He startled. "Oh, um, yeah. Sure." Still mumbling to himself, Erik walked right around me and my bare backside, apparently en route to his bedroom. He came back a second later, still looking a little dazed and confused. I reached for the maroon shirt; he handed it over, belatedly realizing we were face-to-face with me wearing nothing but freckles.
    "Shit!" He pivoted so he had his back to me. "Sorry."
    I just sighed and looked over the shirt, which had