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

good look at Zeke’s face as he turned. Blood flowed freely from the new wounds. Four deep furrows from forehead to chin destroyed the left half of his face and he kept going until he collapsed at Evelyn’s feet.
    One strike sent her insane uncle to his knees.
    Just for giggles—because she’d lost her mind at some point—she spat on him again.
    Ezekiel pushed to his feet, a snarl on his lips as he glared at her. Red liquid bathed his left eye, but it was still effective.
    Too bad the pain coursing through her and the elation at the wolf’s presence made her not give a damn.
    She only prayed he’d deliver and make them all scream. And cry. And beg. And sob. And…
    Zeke attacked with a roar in one blurring move, but the wolf… didn’t budge. Hell, he didn’t even brace himself to take her uncle’s weight. He simply held fast and pushed back. It was enough to send Zeke stumbling once more. The retreat gave the stranger room to step forward, and in two strides, he stood before Evelyn. One booted foot to the seat of her chair sent her skidding over the tile until she struck the far wall. The legs screeched against the tile, metal leaving deep gouges in her trail as she was shoved to safety.
    Then it got real.
    Evelyn’s move was the catalyst, permission to her uncles to begin the fight in earnest. Which they did.
    Ezekiel was first, his fury tangible and obvious as he pounced. Daniel and Sean were right behind him. All three attacked at once, fangs bared, claws out as they went after the wolf.
    The wolf smiled widely at their approach. And it was that hint of crazy, the sparkle and tinge of enjoyment that graced his lips that made her breath catch. She knew insane. She saw it every day across the breakfast table and experienced it herself when the world crowded around her.
    This… was worse. It was more. It was harsher. It was unforgiving. It was…
    When the wolf caught all three of them in one fluid move, she realized it was beautiful. It was elegant in its simplicity, the careful duck and graceful arc of his arm with his claws bared. She watched as if he moved in slow motion, the male taking his time and making the most of each strike.
    And he smiled. It wasn’t in grim satisfaction, but pure joy. Then there was the laugh, and the elation in the sound was unmistakable. The edge on it, the balanced beast and human, frightened her as much as it intrigued her. She refused to acknowledge that she liked it. That she was attracted to the male.
    Because that was fucked up. Not just because she was in no shape to get frisky but also because she was pretty sure she watched him nearly gut Uncle Daniel. Bile gathered in her throat at the sight, rising from her stomach, and she fought to push it down. They’d destroyed her, hadn’t they? They’d hurt, maimed, and killed so many. She shouldn’t feel bad or be disgusted by what she saw.
    Not when Daniel landed a punch.
    Or Sean got in a good swipe.
    Or Ezekiel…
    Where the hell did Ezekiel go?
    The knot of bodies continued their battle, males performing a bloody dance that had to end at some point. They would die—the wolf or her uncles. That was the only outcome, there was no other. Then they turned, the brawling mass shifting from one side of the room to the other as the stranger chased Daniel while he planted a boot in Sean’s middle. Daniel crawled toward the single door, a wide stripe of blood staining the pale tile. And while Sean struggled to his feet, the wolf pounced onto Daniel’s back. Two hands, a yank, and then it was over; her uncle’s lifeless body collapsing to the ground in a dead heap.
    Which left Sean. Sean the reluctant participant, Sean the uncle who always patched up others, Sean… who’d never attempted to get anyone in the clan help. She’d made a call—one—and she’d been beaten. But at least she’d tried .
    So when the wolf flicked his attention to her as if to ask permission, she said the only two words in her mind. “Do it.”
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