Let the Wild Out Read Online Free

from determining
exactly where the other wolf had run off to.
    On the doorframe, old carvings marked the place as a
sanctuary. It wasn’t surprising, considering his old maps marked the entire
mountain as shifter safe. Without hesitation, he knocked loudly and focused his
hearing.
    A faint gasp was followed by the sound of something falling.
He turned his attention up to the second level. Somewhere above, a woman
whispered, “Ah shit, what the—? Ow, damn it.” Another thud sounded.
    William chuckled. Seconds later, footsteps were running down
stairs. By the time the door opened, he was grinning, truly curious as to what
would be on the other side.
    Flush-cheeked and out of breath stood the woman whose
picture Douglas had sent to him. Her hair looked as if it had been wet, only to
curl around her temples as it dried. Wide, green eyes studied him, more stunned
than welcoming. She didn’t move to let him in.
    “Sanctuary,” he said, though it was clear he wasn’t running
from anyone. He shifted his weight to the side.
    “What?” She furrowed her brows. She had the cutest American
accent. So very puritanical.
    “Sanctuary.” This time he pointed at the doorframe.
    The woman blinked slowly and then leaned out of the door to
look at where he indicated. “Is that what that means? My aunt said it meant…”
She made a weak noise, her cheeks coloring. “Never mind. How can I help you?”
    “You can start by inviting me in for the night.”
    “Excuse me?” She began to reach for the door, clearly intent
on slamming it shut. He slid his foot forward, blocking it. She lifted her hand
to her side, revealing a rifle as she pulled the barrel in front of her.
    “I take it your aunt hasn’t told you about shifter law.”
    “Shifter?” The woman arched a brow, pretending not to
understand him.
    He chuckled. “I smell a recent shift on you.” When the body
morphed, there was a subtle universal scent that lingered to help shifters
recognize each other. When she didn’t point the gun directly at him, he leaned
closer. “That’s not all I smell on you.”
    Her breathing visibly deepened.
    “I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” William inhaled
deeply, letting his eyes shift with silver. His tone lowered, as the beast
inside of him grew interested. Her flesh was clean, scented with a floral soap,
but he detected the subtle fragrance of sexual awareness. At his nearness, the
scent grew, as if inviting him in. His cock, already aching, nearly pulsed with
need.
    “N-no,” she stammered.
    William lifted his hand to the carved doorframe, caressing it
slowly. “This means this home is sanctuary to all shifters who would ask for
it. You cannot deny me,” his eyes moved down over her body, “entrance.”
    Her fingers loosened on the gun and he reached to take it
from her. His eyes stayed fixed on her. He set the gun aside and stepped into
the home. It had been a long time since he’d taken a woman, since before his
ascension. Now, too many eyes were on him, wanting something from him, watching
him. This woman didn’t know who he was. He found her lack of knowledge aroused
him more. The pheromones were powerful between them. How could she resist them?
How could he?
    He listened to the house. They were alone. He let a smile
creep over his features. “Was that you in the woods?”
    “Woods?” she asked before shaking her head in denial.
    Pity, he thought. He would have
liked to meet the wolf woman. Oh well, you will do, pretty one.
    “There are people…” She made a move to gesture behind her.
    “No. There is no one.” He lowered his jaw. The sweet smell
of her body let him know she was wet. The predator in him liked the game she
played.
    “There will be,” she insisted. He let her have the lie. “So,
you see, there are no extra rooms. However, there’s a town about fifteen miles
west of here. You look well enough to jog the distance.”
    He reached for her, touching her hair. “I’ll stay in