Howl My Name (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Grayslake Book 5) Read Online Free

sideways. He sighed. “All right then. Lemme go kill your uncles real quick and I’ll come back for you.”
    “You say it like it’s easy.”
    Reid smirked, anticipation thrumming through his veins. “That’s ’cause it is, kid. That’s ’cause it is.”
    And fun as hell, too.
    * * *
    The younger male shifted from foot to foot, unease crowding the aromas filling the air. Evelyn realized her bear was filtering through the scent of her own blood and fighting to focus on the others. Daniel’s anger, Sean’s worry, Ezekiel’s joy. They all swirled through the air to join the kid’s.
    “What?” Her uncle snapped at the young male once again.
    “We were out patrolling and found Patrick—”
    Zeke’s fist shot out and slammed against the side of the kid’s head.
    “Sorry, sorry,” the male immediately apologized. “We found Itan Archer in the forest. Someone killed him. A wolf.”
    Her uncle vibrated with rage, the joy vanishing beneath his rush of anger, and she smiled. The other two were surprised, Daniel furious while Sean was more thankful than anything. But Evelyn? She was overjoyed.
    Zeke lifted his arm once more, but the bear didn’t run. He should, everyone knew her uncle’s strength, but he also knew running was pointless. Hell, once they were caught, the pain tended to be ten times worse than what they would have felt had they stayed put.
    Now, with her father gone—who cared who killed him—the Southeast Itan would have to be called. Salvation came with his death. Knowing safety would come soon, their savior close, she couldn’t allow another bear to be harmed. Not while she could save him. Her uncles couldn’t put her six feet under with the Southeast Itan’s impending arrival. She could pull shit she wouldn’t have dreamed of.
    Evelyn gathered spit in her mouth, sucking on her cuts and collecting as much as she could.
    Then she let it fly. She spat it at her uncle, across the six feet that separated her from the door. It struck his back, splattering his shirt and hitting his neck as well. The red painted him, and the collision had him freezing in place.
    Once more she drew attention to herself to save another and once again she wouldn’t regret it.
    Zeke slowly turned and glared at her, flashing his rapidly changing fangs. His jaw distorted, breaking, and quickly reshaping to form his snout. “You cunt .”
    She let her crazed emotions free and her mind shatter just enough for her suppressed bear to climb forward. She could imagine what she looked like; carved face, blood coated, midnight eyes that glowed even in the bright light…
    “Touchy, touchy.” She pouted. “I like talking dirty as much as the next girl, but coming from you, that doesn’t make me hot. You get off on the blood, the screams.” She flicked her gaze to his groin and smiled wider even as she fought the urge to vomit. A rapid look at the trembling male and she had his attention. She shifted her gaze from his and to the right, encouraging the messenger to flee. “I’m just giving you what you want. You have the blood.” She smirked. “And I’ll scream for you.”
    A new scent crept into her a split second before the source stepped into view. He didn’t sneak or creep, he merely filled the doorway as if he had every right to be in the house.
    A wolf in the bears’ den.
    A wolf with blood staining his clothing and obvious claw marks marring the fabric.
    “Baby, you won’t be the one screaming,” the newcomer drawled and that touched something inside her.
    That had her bear suddenly paying close attention to the world around her. It’d distanced itself from her human consciousness, separating as the pain grew to consume every inch of her body. It had the animal willing to endure the agony for the chance to get a better look at the wolf who’d managed to take down the clan’s Itan.
    Zeke spun. “Who the—”
    And that was it. That was all her uncle said before a single strike sent him reeling. She got a