Uncaging Wolves (Shifter Country Wolves Book 4) Read Online Free

gorgeous, heavily muscled man back away from her fury.
    “I’m one of those dipshits who don’t fight people for stupid reasons,” he said. His voice had gone dangerously quiet, and now Scarlet could smell the adrenaline coursing through him.
    She opened her mouth again but someone grabbed both her upper arms, yanking her backward. Her glass fell out of her hand and shattered on the floor. A ring of people had formed around the two of them, and now they took a step back.
    “GET OFF ME!” Scarlet shouted, flailing and trying to elbow whoever was behind her, but he had a grip like steel.
    “You’ve got about one more second before you’re out of here,” said the bouncer. Scarlet hadn’t even seen him enter, she’d been so focused on the guy who’d spilled her drink. “You gonna shape up, or get out?”
    Scarlet’s nostrils flared, and for a moment, she thought about shifting.
    I could bite at least one of them before they got me , she thought. Her chest heaved, and she could feel sweat running down the back of her neck.
    “Well?” growled the bouncer.
    Scarlet swallowed.
    You’re on parole , she thought. They’ll take any excuse to send you back. Any excuse at all.
    She exhaled, feeling shaky despite her bravado.
    “I’m fine,” she said.  
    As she spoke, she stared into the bright blue eyes of the guy she’d tried to fight. He stared back, and Scarlet felt something click, deep inside herself.  
    It made her nervous.
    “You sure?” asked the bouncer.
    “Let her go, Brick,” the guy said. He crossed his arms in front of himself, Scarlet still a little off balance from Brick’s grip on her.
    Brick released her and stepped back. Scarlet rotated her arms in their sockets, still glaring at the man with the blue eyes who’d spilled her drink. The band was still playing, and the crowd that had given them space started minding their own business again, slowly moving back toward the bar.
    “Do it again, and you’re out of here,” Brick rumbled, and then walked back toward the door of the bar. The bar back grabbed a broom and a dustpan and walked over, looking sullen. Scarlet moved out of his way.
    She stared at the asshole who’d spilled her drink. Somewhere, deep down, she was aware that she’d reacted badly and that she’d come dangerously close to fucking up everything on her first night out, but more than that, she was pissed.
    Pissed that this guy was standing there like he hadn’t done anything wrong, even though he’d scared the shit out of her. Pissed that he didn’t even look nervous that she was so angry she’d almost shifted involuntarily.
    Pissed that he was fucking hot and she couldn’t help but notice, and pissed that she could feel her body responding to him like crazy, despite herself.
    Something hummed through her veins and muscles. She wanted to shift, she wanted to fight, and she wanted something else , something so primal she could barely put a word to it.  
    Blue Eyes stared back, his face utterly unreadable.
    Fucking say something , thought Scarlet, clenching her jaw. The bar back swept up the whiskey and glass, dumping the mess into a plastic bucket he’d brought along, then walked away.
    “What are you drinking?” the man finally asked. His voice was low and slightly raspy. Scarlet could practically feel it in her bones.
    “Jack, rocks,” she said, keeping her voice short and clipped.  
    You can’t let him know you think he’s hot , she thought. He can’t have any advantage here.
    She shook her hair out of her face and glared at him, hard, her defenses still up.  
    The last time someone had sneaked up on her, Scarlet spent a week in solitary. The other girl had spent a week in the infirmary, and after that, they’d been relegated to different wings of the prison.
    Blue Eyes nodded once, looking her up and down.
    “You want another one?” he asked. He still didn’t smile.
    Are you going to put Drano in it or something? Scarlet wondered, narrowing her eyes.